[How much can one really know in a day. It's an unattainable and unrealistic goal in the broadest of senses, even a week, a month a year is still too little a time to understand the smallest nuances of a person. Spending every second of a day with a being does grant the power of knowledge, and there are times when texting can seem like an intricate web of spells has granted insight that nothing else ever would have been able to do, but nothing gathers true wisdom beyond time.
Max and Jason will need exactly that with one another, and they will find that. Max will find his lessons along the way, and he will only fall deeper as he goes, because that's who he is as a person.
Right now, his focus is on the way the rest of the world has suddenly dropped away and nothing exists in this time and space but the focus of Jason and the way he looks at Max in this moment. Max knows it's how he gazed at his beloved last night, and to be on the receiving end is so powerful that it stops him in his tracks. The hand that had been ready to fist itself up in curly brown hair settles softly at the nape of a neck.
The lips that Jason finds are pliant and freely open to the softest of kisses. Slowly exploring the mouth he's come to know so very well over the last how many hours. It tastes of the sweetest cream, and Max sighs when Jason moves away. It's only when the younger male begins to suck at his chest that Max remembers exactly what he's asked, and his body begins to respond again.
A set of those soft fingers thrust forward and knot on Jason's scalp and another set grab at his should and dig in tightly holding him there as he drinks, and bites. It's the simplest possession, but it feels like his soul is being claimed, his body being taken and made and renewed for Jason alone. Max closes his eyes, and imagines -- biting his lip to the thoughts he dare not speak. His secret that he fears to share.]
Fuck. Jason, my precious. God, yes. [He half moans, half whispers. Max can't help that his body is hard and painful from that single act. It's amazing, and so very sensual and powerful. ]
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Date: 2023-03-15 01:04 am (UTC)Max and Jason will need exactly that with one another, and they will find that. Max will find his lessons along the way, and he will only fall deeper as he goes, because that's who he is as a person.
Right now, his focus is on the way the rest of the world has suddenly dropped away and nothing exists in this time and space but the focus of Jason and the way he looks at Max in this moment. Max knows it's how he gazed at his beloved last night, and to be on the receiving end is so powerful that it stops him in his tracks. The hand that had been ready to fist itself up in curly brown hair settles softly at the nape of a neck.
The lips that Jason finds are pliant and freely open to the softest of kisses. Slowly exploring the mouth he's come to know so very well over the last how many hours. It tastes of the sweetest cream, and Max sighs when Jason moves away. It's only when the younger male begins to suck at his chest that Max remembers exactly what he's asked, and his body begins to respond again.
A set of those soft fingers thrust forward and knot on Jason's scalp and another set grab at his should and dig in tightly holding him there as he drinks, and bites. It's the simplest possession, but it feels like his soul is being claimed, his body being taken and made and renewed for Jason alone. Max closes his eyes, and imagines -- biting his lip to the thoughts he dare not speak. His secret that he fears to share.]
Fuck. Jason, my precious. God, yes. [He half moans, half whispers. Max can't help that his body is hard and painful from that single act. It's amazing, and so very sensual and powerful. ]