[It is something that Max gets, even if he forgets how hard it was for him now that he's on the other side of things. He was so good at hiding in order to protect everyone that he forgets that other people wall up in order to protect themselves. Maybe he doesn't forget it completely, because of how much of Michael he sees in Jason.
Still, they are bound so tightly together, woven and knit by some fabric of fate that seems to have brought them to this space. One day soon Max plans on telling Jason everything. Not yet, but he will. For now, it's only about this place, and the them that they can be here.
Here Max wants to discover every piece of Jason's body, and all the things that make him sigh or arch against him. There's nothing wrong with making love, and they will. They will make slow passionate love many, many times in their future. ]
How could we be anything other than us. You are precious and mine, and there's no one else you'll ever be to me. There's no way I would or could compare you to any other person in my life.
[It's so much better already, and Max only wants to lay here in this bed and enjoy these tender moments. He's every bit of a romantic. This soft morning is perfect. Yes, they will move to aftercare soon enough. Max has a tub they can settle in and clean up, then there's the antiseptic for bites and cream to make sure nothing gets infected and heals well on the other side.
Falling deeply into Jason's kiss, Max could almost forget his ask. He moans as Jason covers him, arching up into the touches and the way the younger covers him. A fine tremor moves across his skin, and Max has to focus to make sure that he doesn't send out sparks or upset the electricity around him when he realizes where Jason's going to mark him.
It's what he wants, what he always wanted.]
Please. Please do. [His eyes are far softer than they've been all night, almost pleading -- he too has his own softer, needy desires and while it may involve a little pain, it's more about being taken and made to belong. Max needs it every bit as much as Jason does. ]
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Still, they are bound so tightly together, woven and knit by some fabric of fate that seems to have brought them to this space. One day soon Max plans on telling Jason everything. Not yet, but he will. For now, it's only about this place, and the them that they can be here.
Here Max wants to discover every piece of Jason's body, and all the things that make him sigh or arch against him. There's nothing wrong with making love, and they will. They will make slow passionate love many, many times in their future. ]
How could we be anything other than us. You are precious and mine, and there's no one else you'll ever be to me. There's no way I would or could compare you to any other person in my life.
[It's so much better already, and Max only wants to lay here in this bed and enjoy these tender moments. He's every bit of a romantic. This soft morning is perfect. Yes, they will move to aftercare soon enough. Max has a tub they can settle in and clean up, then there's the antiseptic for bites and cream to make sure nothing gets infected and heals well on the other side.
Falling deeply into Jason's kiss, Max could almost forget his ask. He moans as Jason covers him, arching up into the touches and the way the younger covers him. A fine tremor moves across his skin, and Max has to focus to make sure that he doesn't send out sparks or upset the electricity around him when he realizes where Jason's going to mark him.
It's what he wants, what he always wanted.]
Please. Please do. [His eyes are far softer than they've been all night, almost pleading -- he too has his own softer, needy desires and while it may involve a little pain, it's more about being taken and made to belong. Max needs it every bit as much as Jason does. ]