[ no matter what this is or how good it feels, how deep they already feel tangled up with each other, time is exactly what they need. getting to know each other beyond this. it scares Jason in a deep kind of way, because he knows who he is, what he is. maybe not an alien, but something poisonous like a terrible mistake.
but Max makes him feel like he's something better, something more. that's what he focuses on when he kisses Max so deeply. when he pulls and sucks the skin above his heart between his lips, between his teeth. he imagines what the mark will look like, and the way Max will look at it and remember him, and he darkens it as much as he can while Max holds on to his hair, his shoulder, pulling him in. he can taste blood, and he knows what it's like to claim someone now. he can feel it, and he understands.
when he pulls back from the spot, he breathes out against it before running his tongue along the darkened skin one more time. and then he can't take it anymore, he has to lean in again to kiss Max's lips, harder this time, rocking his body into that hardness, already feeling his own hardness coming to life once again. ]
You're mine. Can you feel that? Now you've got a mark of your own to remember me by.
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but Max makes him feel like he's something better, something more. that's what he focuses on when he kisses Max so deeply. when he pulls and sucks the skin above his heart between his lips, between his teeth. he imagines what the mark will look like, and the way Max will look at it and remember him, and he darkens it as much as he can while Max holds on to his hair, his shoulder, pulling him in. he can taste blood, and he knows what it's like to claim someone now. he can feel it, and he understands.
when he pulls back from the spot, he breathes out against it before running his tongue along the darkened skin one more time. and then he can't take it anymore, he has to lean in again to kiss Max's lips, harder this time, rocking his body into that hardness, already feeling his own hardness coming to life once again. ]
You're mine. Can you feel that? Now you've got a mark of your own to remember me by.