[Like always, his body gravitates towards the other's and he leans into him, slipping an arm behind his back to slide his fingers under the hem of his shirt to get his fingers on bare skin. Even this close, he still missed the feeling of Max's skin under his hands.]

Mm...no one has done that for me before either. Unless you count all the times I sought out pain by picking fights just so I could get my ass kicked. [He laughs softly, fingers dragging lightly along Max's lower back just above the waistband of his jeans. It felt good to be sitting here like this, not rushed and making plans for the future, their future. Max has already given Michael so many firsts and there were still so many to go.]

I think I want us to do something alien or personal. It makes it more us, you know? I mean we don't really have an idea what most of the symbols from Oasis mean and I got that tattoo for you already so something more personal probably. You and I have never really had anything just between us until recently...