I appreciate it though, and I'm allowed to say thank you. You're special, and I am so fucking lucky. [So maybe both their feelings could be a mess when they were really in love like this. Max knew that he was all over the board lately with how he was feeling. He knew he had highs and lows, and had been terrified as much as he'd been sure about things. He felt unworthy as often as Michael did. It was funny how alike they were -- so much more than they ever really thought they were.
There were a lot of differences on the outside, and on the sides that they showed to the world, but the sides they kept hidden and the things they felt on the inside, there were so many similarities. There was the pain, the anger, the insecurities, the deep passion, the love, the intensity and need to take care of someone and be taken care of, and the wild, wild electric, desperate need for one another.
It was wonderful, and there was no way that Max would run from a second of it. He was here for every single minute of it. It radiated from him, and laid bare in his eyes as they sat there studying Michael. He too could feel that beat that connected them, the low voltage tie that wove them together like nothing else. ]
Yes, a small ritual. We can set up time for our larger one if you want. We can talk about what we want to do too... [It took max a while to turn back to his dinner as well. Michael was utterly stunning by candlelight, the way the light would flicker and wave against his skin, offering highlights and lowlights. It made Max unable to speak, even after he was complimented. He only smiled and bit at his lip.]
... Mn. Michael... You... fuck. You take my words and my breath away. I don't know if I can even eat watching you like this.
[He leaned over and ran a hand down the other's face, and then with a shuttered breath turned and tried to take a few bites of the food that was so excellently prepared for him. What were they talking about again? Oh, right, their ritual.]
So, we need candles, knives, I want something nice for it, something we can save, and then, I need to practice healing myself. I want to try the piercings then too. If We will need something for stitching, because we don't want me to heal our marks. We could brand them, that would use fire, but... no, that wouldn't work cause you're immune, and I might be too. Hmmm...
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There were a lot of differences on the outside, and on the sides that they showed to the world, but the sides they kept hidden and the things they felt on the inside, there were so many similarities. There was the pain, the anger, the insecurities, the deep passion, the love, the intensity and need to take care of someone and be taken care of, and the wild, wild electric, desperate need for one another.
It was wonderful, and there was no way that Max would run from a second of it. He was here for every single minute of it. It radiated from him, and laid bare in his eyes as they sat there studying Michael. He too could feel that beat that connected them, the low voltage tie that wove them together like nothing else. ]
Yes, a small ritual. We can set up time for our larger one if you want. We can talk about what we want to do too... [It took max a while to turn back to his dinner as well. Michael was utterly stunning by candlelight, the way the light would flicker and wave against his skin, offering highlights and lowlights. It made Max unable to speak, even after he was complimented. He only smiled and bit at his lip.]
... Mn. Michael... You... fuck. You take my words and my breath away. I don't know if I can even eat watching you like this.
[He leaned over and ran a hand down the other's face, and then with a shuttered breath turned and tried to take a few bites of the food that was so excellently prepared for him. What were they talking about again? Oh, right, their ritual.]
So, we need candles, knives, I want something nice for it, something we can save, and then, I need to practice healing myself. I want to try the piercings then too. If We will need something for stitching, because we don't want me to heal our marks. We could brand them, that would use fire, but... no, that wouldn't work cause you're immune, and I might be too. Hmmm...