[Max laughs a little, and hums kissing over Jason's neck and chest randomly, fingering along the marks he made, rediscovering the body he made love to last night in the calm of the morning light.]
My first time giving a blowjob, or with a guy at all was in a lighthouse in the middle of a storm. We were stuck. He was one of my closest friends at the time. There was something in the air... [max shrugged, because it was never easy to explain getting shipped off to another world, and he didn't like to bring it up-- ever.]
I... I bottomed. I always bottomed with him. He was dating this guy that insisted that the only person he ever was on the bottom for was him. I guess that makes sense. The sex was more intense than it ever was with my girlfriend. I had no idea that it could be like that... [His words turn soft and somewhat faraway as he remembers. There's pain in his voice, but also a soft nostalgia. It's obvious he cared for Kyle, but also very obvious that whatever happened hurt him]
I thought I had him for good. He promised me. He was rough, and bit me and showed me what it was like to have someone be possessive, and need me. He did things ... amazing things. Showed me the kind of sex I loved. The kind that I needed, not always, but I needed it to make me feel wanted and loved. Maybe I'm broken that way.
[Max holds jason a little tighter, and leans down to kiss him softly being overly tender to make up for the roughness that he needs at times. ]
You... you've brought me more joy last night than he ever did in the whole time we were together, and I barely know you. We should probably start with the simple things, right? [Max sighs, and kisses Jason again, because he's already so damn addicted it's impossible to do anything else.]
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[Max laughs a little, and hums kissing over Jason's neck and chest randomly, fingering along the marks he made, rediscovering the body he made love to last night in the calm of the morning light.]
My first time giving a blowjob, or with a guy at all was in a lighthouse in the middle of a storm. We were stuck. He was one of my closest friends at the time. There was something in the air... [max shrugged, because it was never easy to explain getting shipped off to another world, and he didn't like to bring it up-- ever.]
I... I bottomed. I always bottomed with him. He was dating this guy that insisted that the only person he ever was on the bottom for was him. I guess that makes sense. The sex was more intense than it ever was with my girlfriend. I had no idea that it could be like that... [His words turn soft and somewhat faraway as he remembers. There's pain in his voice, but also a soft nostalgia. It's obvious he cared for Kyle, but also very obvious that whatever happened hurt him]
I thought I had him for good. He promised me. He was rough, and bit me and showed me what it was like to have someone be possessive, and need me. He did things ... amazing things. Showed me the kind of sex I loved. The kind that I needed, not always, but I needed it to make me feel wanted and loved. Maybe I'm broken that way.
[Max holds jason a little tighter, and leans down to kiss him softly being overly tender to make up for the roughness that he needs at times. ]
You... you've brought me more joy last night than he ever did in the whole time we were together, and I barely know you. We should probably start with the simple things, right? [Max sighs, and kisses Jason again, because he's already so damn addicted it's impossible to do anything else.]