That's it, cry for me. Say my name. I want to hear it.
[There's only a single light on in the kitchen and one on by them in the living room. It's probably a good thing. Max's hold on his control is hanging on by a thin strand, the deeper he falls into Jason, the thinner it gets and he can feel it wavering by the second. No matter how much the alien wants this to be something other than it is, the young male is digging permanent marks beneath his skin with nothing but the lay of his body, soft spoken words and the touch of his fingers and--
It's the eyes. It's jason's eyes. How could Max ever forget the way Jason's eyes seem to see him, see him as he actually is and not how so many others proclaim to know him as. Those clear eyes hold claim over his soul right now, and no matter how many times Max tries to deny it, and will try to deny it or even destroy it, Max knows it's futile. at least in every existence he knows of right now.
The feel of Jason's hands on his body make Max want to stop and move so that he can take the other over, and feel those hands raking up his whole body, pushing him to take everything a step deeper and harder, but Max knows that Jason needs a little more. So, he presses his fingers in again and again. He plunges them over into this man that he thinks of as his already.
Another bruise appears on Jason's hip, and a third finger joins the two there until Max is sure that Jason's ready, and when Max can stand it no longer he releases himself from the brutal plague of waiting.] Fuck. Fuck. I can't do this anymore. i need to be inside you now.
Tell me it's okay. Tell me you need me inside you. Say it. Say you want me. I need you Jason. I need you like I need to breathe right now, and I haven't felt this desperate for any one in so long. It aches. God it aches. [He moves between Jason's legs, pressing him into the couch, lube dripping from his cock and from Jason's ass where he poured it only second ago. His mouth moves to claim the others, but pauses before he does to hear those simple words. Max demands a lot, and words are all part of it.]
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Date: 2023-03-11 07:07 pm (UTC)[There's only a single light on in the kitchen and one on by them in the living room. It's probably a good thing. Max's hold on his control is hanging on by a thin strand, the deeper he falls into Jason, the thinner it gets and he can feel it wavering by the second. No matter how much the alien wants this to be something other than it is, the young male is digging permanent marks beneath his skin with nothing but the lay of his body, soft spoken words and the touch of his fingers and--
It's the eyes. It's jason's eyes. How could Max ever forget the way Jason's eyes seem to see him, see him as he actually is and not how so many others proclaim to know him as. Those clear eyes hold claim over his soul right now, and no matter how many times Max tries to deny it, and will try to deny it or even destroy it, Max knows it's futile. at least in every existence he knows of right now.
The feel of Jason's hands on his body make Max want to stop and move so that he can take the other over, and feel those hands raking up his whole body, pushing him to take everything a step deeper and harder, but Max knows that Jason needs a little more. So, he presses his fingers in again and again. He plunges them over into this man that he thinks of as his already.
Another bruise appears on Jason's hip, and a third finger joins the two there until Max is sure that Jason's ready, and when Max can stand it no longer he releases himself from the brutal plague of waiting.] Fuck. Fuck. I can't do this anymore. i need to be inside you now.
Tell me it's okay. Tell me you need me inside you. Say it. Say you want me. I need you Jason. I need you like I need to breathe right now, and I haven't felt this desperate for any one in so long. It aches. God it aches. [He moves between Jason's legs, pressing him into the couch, lube dripping from his cock and from Jason's ass where he poured it only second ago. His mouth moves to claim the others, but pauses before he does to hear those simple words. Max demands a lot, and words are all part of it.]