[In the end that's all Max really wants too. He's tired of searching to find someone who meets up with all his idiosyncrasies. He almost settled. He came so very close to tying it all up neat and clean with the person he thought he'd always wanted. She kept him steady and allowed him focus and brought out the light in him, but she never allowed for the dark. Max still held it in him, and as much as he hated that broken part of him-- the part he fought tooth and nail so that he'd never hurt a soul that he cared about, it still ran beneath his skin, a fine sand always grating the nerve endings.
Jason was a balm to that. He saw that side and let it out, and wrapped his arms around it. He held Max tight -- and so now, Max held him tight. Max soared inside with his body rocking softly inside Jason. He could feel that soft bubble of pleasure grow, tighten and even as he fought it, he wanted to watch as he pushed Jason over that edge again.
Max needed to see that scene of absolute divine presence as it crossed and ran through his precious.]
I need to see you. I want to see you let go again. Let go for me. Soar for me, my love.
[The words are quite in their solitude, their perfect little nest that noone could disturb. Max reaches down and slips his hand between their bodies, using his wrist as a fulcrum along with the press of his hips to rock Jason's erection with them every single time Max thrusts. As his body heats, so does the motion of his hand, and the moans on his lips, slips of Jason's name, encouragements, and tender endearments press against neck and ear.]
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Jason was a balm to that. He saw that side and let it out, and wrapped his arms around it. He held Max tight -- and so now, Max held him tight. Max soared inside with his body rocking softly inside Jason. He could feel that soft bubble of pleasure grow, tighten and even as he fought it, he wanted to watch as he pushed Jason over that edge again.
Max needed to see that scene of absolute divine presence as it crossed and ran through his precious.]
I need to see you. I want to see you let go again. Let go for me. Soar for me, my love.
[The words are quite in their solitude, their perfect little nest that noone could disturb. Max reaches down and slips his hand between their bodies, using his wrist as a fulcrum along with the press of his hips to rock Jason's erection with them every single time Max thrusts. As his body heats, so does the motion of his hand, and the moans on his lips, slips of Jason's name, encouragements, and tender endearments press against neck and ear.]