[If Max had his say, there would never be another person that will know Jason this way. At least that much he might have power over somehow. He doesn't know how, but if by being here like this he can make it happen, he will. This body, the sleek planes, dips and hollows, the way Jason moans and cries out for Max, all of it would be only for him if he could take that pleasure, he would.
Even with knowing what he does, Max understands that there's a ton of unknown. He can't read the future, and he doesn't even know what's going to happen when Jason walks out that door today. It's slowly beginning to bind tension around his heart even now, but it's fought with equal desperation to make this about being together in the moment. Loving together, and showing Jason what it is to make soft, gentle love by morning light.
A dark, heavy moan slides like smooth italian leather in between their lips when Jason fists his hands up in Max's hair. He loves the slightly possessive gesture, and his hand moves down to cradle Jason's ass, pulling his hip in close so Max can angle himself properly to reach for that small bundle of nerves. It's not that he wants this to end, but he has to hear the pleasure only he can bring.
God, he needs to know the secret things that only he can do right now, only now when he's pushing through tight muscle, surrounded by Jason's body where nothing else, and no one else will ever matter again. ]
You make me feel alive, and god, I need you Jason. I need to be inside you, to make you moan and cry out for me, only me. Still only me, even like this. You're so perfect and beautiful.
[Max himself moans with each slip of his hips as they move gently and easily within his lover. He's still got their hands bound over their heart, but then as he heats up slightly, he presses them into the pillow.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2023-03-16 03:47 pm (UTC)Even with knowing what he does, Max understands that there's a ton of unknown. He can't read the future, and he doesn't even know what's going to happen when Jason walks out that door today. It's slowly beginning to bind tension around his heart even now, but it's fought with equal desperation to make this about being together in the moment. Loving together, and showing Jason what it is to make soft, gentle love by morning light.
A dark, heavy moan slides like smooth italian leather in between their lips when Jason fists his hands up in Max's hair. He loves the slightly possessive gesture, and his hand moves down to cradle Jason's ass, pulling his hip in close so Max can angle himself properly to reach for that small bundle of nerves. It's not that he wants this to end, but he has to hear the pleasure only he can bring.
God, he needs to know the secret things that only he can do right now, only now when he's pushing through tight muscle, surrounded by Jason's body where nothing else, and no one else will ever matter again. ]
You make me feel alive, and god, I need you Jason. I need to be inside you, to make you moan and cry out for me, only me. Still only me, even like this. You're so perfect and beautiful.
[Max himself moans with each slip of his hips as they move gently and easily within his lover. He's still got their hands bound over their heart, but then as he heats up slightly, he presses them into the pillow.]