[Jason adores all the loving affection Max showers him with both physically and emotionally. even more than that, he's so fucking thankful that he's getting it from a person he clearly has sudden and overwhelming feelings for.
they barely know each other. it's isane. mostly because Jason feels like he's already known Max for years. like they've shared so much more than they have.]
Could be the blowjob... it was fucking unbelievable.
[Jason leans into the kiss, tangling their legs up even more before he ducks his head a little at the sweet words. ]
I want to. I wish I could, with you.
[whatever he deserves, because he certainly doesn't believe it's this. somehow he has it anyway, though. Max says love like it's a real, actual thing, and Jason wonders if he really feels it. it's a lot. ]
[Max laughs a little, and hums kissing over Jason's neck and chest randomly, fingering along the marks he made, rediscovering the body he made love to last night in the calm of the morning light.]
My first time giving a blowjob, or with a guy at all was in a lighthouse in the middle of a storm. We were stuck. He was one of my closest friends at the time. There was something in the air... [max shrugged, because it was never easy to explain getting shipped off to another world, and he didn't like to bring it up-- ever.]
I... I bottomed. I always bottomed with him. He was dating this guy that insisted that the only person he ever was on the bottom for was him. I guess that makes sense. The sex was more intense than it ever was with my girlfriend. I had no idea that it could be like that... [His words turn soft and somewhat faraway as he remembers. There's pain in his voice, but also a soft nostalgia. It's obvious he cared for Kyle, but also very obvious that whatever happened hurt him]
I thought I had him for good. He promised me. He was rough, and bit me and showed me what it was like to have someone be possessive, and need me. He did things ... amazing things. Showed me the kind of sex I loved. The kind that I needed, not always, but I needed it to make me feel wanted and loved. Maybe I'm broken that way.
[Max holds jason a little tighter, and leans down to kiss him softly being overly tender to make up for the roughness that he needs at times. ]
You... you've brought me more joy last night than he ever did in the whole time we were together, and I barely know you. We should probably start with the simple things, right? [Max sighs, and kisses Jason again, because he's already so damn addicted it's impossible to do anything else.]
[he smiles, all blissed out, his fingers doing their own roam across Max's skin. last night was intense and this morning has been slow and calm in the best kind of way. he loves that it can be both. he's always been the soft, romantic type though. all this roughness with Max is new.
as his fingers trace patterns across Max's skin, he listens. it's a little hard to hear him talk about being with other people, but he wants to know. he's grateful that Max wants to share with him and he gets to see into the older man's world. love, heartache, things that have shaped him in different kinds of ways. Jason has never been open to talking about those things, but maybe since Max can do it, it'll help Jason at least try.]
It sounds like... like all the people you've been with were kind of always with someone else. Or attached to something else. I don't think you're broken, though. Not for liking those things. I think we all just like what we like. Or we like what the person we care about the most likes. It's what he taught you. It's what you know. Maybe... maybe I can teach you other things too.
[it'll likely be the other way around though. it already is. Jason's soft and Max is rough, and yet Jason would take a hundred more bites and marks from Max if it meant the other man could be his. he gets it and he wants it now too.]
I've always hated the idea of possession. I'm the only person I've got. The only person who I can really count on and trust. People've tried to fuck me up before, you know? When you're a street kid, people expect that shit from you sometimes. But... it's different with you. I like it with you. I want it.
[he kisses Max soft and slow, relishing in the tenderness, but after saying all these things out loud- more than he's ever really talked about with anyone- he has to duck his head down against Max's chest.]
[How does he explain it. Max knows how to be soft and sweet. That's what he was for so much of his life. He was born romantic, vanilla and fully of syrupy goodness. The alien excels at forehead kisses, and being wrapped up in blankets around a fireplace at night with a good glass of wine. He is amazing at watching the stars and sharing every moment of his bleeding heart. What Jason is? Max has been his whole life. That's what he was with Liz, the woman he grew with, loved and lived with.
She wasn't what made him alive though. She pushed him through hardships, and they fought-- but she didn't make him want to die burning up in an inferno wrapped only in her. Kyle did, and by the gods, Jason did..
Max needed the mix of rough and soft. He needed someone to challenge him, and let him be romantic with. Someone to bite and hold. Yet, he didn't want to take advantage of Jason who had never felt these things before. He didn't want to be the one who brought possession like this into his life. Maybe he wanted it only because he wanted to be with Max.
The alien sighed a little, and nuzzled against Jason's hair.] Yeah, it's something like that. not exactly, but maybe ... Hey Jason, you know that i'd still like you even if you didn't like the idea of me being possessive of you. If you never wanted me to call you mine, or if you wanted to be your own person it's okay. I don't have to be that way to like you. You're perfect the way you are.
[It hurt a little to say that, but Max would give up a lot for Jason. He'd go back in time, and take away so much of what had happened between them as long as he could hold the younger man here with him if he needed to.]
[he starts, but then stops himself. god, he feels so raw with Max. all open and honest with his feelings and emotions. but along with the good ones are the bad. they're every terrible way he feels about himself. Max's words have done a lot to silence those thoughts, but it's different when Max tells him how he feels, opposed to what Jason is.
he doesn't want to talk about himself.]
I wanna be yours. I can still be my own person and be yours. I wanna see your marks on me and know that you're thinking of 'em as much as I am.
[he lifts a hand, running it along the bite Max left above his heart. it's sore, but it's good. they probably all need to be cleaned up soon because they're pretty intense, but Jason isn't really thinking about any of that right now.]
It never felt bad or wrong, or like something I didn't like. Not even for a second. It's just different and new from anything I ever thought I'd like. That's all I'm trying to say.
[he hesitates, letting his hand fall against Max's chest this time, fingers sliding over his heart.]
But also... the guy you were with. He was rough with you and he was possessive of you. He promised you that you had him for good... and then he left. So maybe that's not everything. You said I've brought you more joy than he ever did, even in the short time we've been together. I don't know how, but that feels real important, and maybe we can just have our own thing.
[Being raw and open is a big part of being in a relationship like this. One doesn't merely become part of another person without allowing that person to know them inside and out, to love them flaws and all. That's the key to love. Max knows this because he's been through it, and he wants to do this with Jason-- he feels like there's the opportunity, because Max is open.
He has no idea exactly how locked up and closed Jason actually is to some parts of himself. The harder parts are every bit as important, maybe even more so because in the end those are the ones that Jason will have to know Max loves about him the most. The fucked-up parts. Max has those too, and he's going to dig deep to share them as well.
Time though, it doesn't all have to be on that very first morning.
Right now, what max is doing is trying to let Jason know that what they are doing is different from what Kyle and he did already.
The alien smiles when Jason says that he wants all of this. It's a relief, and without thinking, max blows out a breath he had been holding. ]
I want this with you. I told you all this because you are different. I wanted you to know that already we are different, and what you and I have isn't the same. That's why I told you the story. We do have our own thing.
[Wide eyes blink at Jason, and Max brings his hand to hold Jason's over his heart. He pauses for a second and then speaks softly, but with a quiet determination. ]
Mark me. Mark me as yours, precious. I want a mark of my own to remember you by. Make it deep and put it wherever you want. I'm every bit yours as you are mine. Mark me, please...
[ Jason's not there yet. not at that part of it anyway. what he needs the most is patience, because opening himself up has always been the most dangerous thing. Max should get that more than anyone, but he's had many more years to contend with it than Jason has. that, and Jason's only ever had himself.
he can hear and feel the relief Max has after everything he says, and Jason hopes that it really will be ok. he hopes that when it comes time for being soft, for making love in a gentle, loving kind of way, Max will be ok with that too. Jason knows he deserves pain, but he's so far from believing he deserves any tenderness or love. he still craves it, though. ]
Ok. Good, that's... that's what I want. Our own thing.
[he looks up at Max again, just holding his gaze for a moment before he nods. he doesn't know how to do this the way Max does, but he'll try. his gaze travels down Max's body after that, but he already knows where he wants to mark his lover. the same spot Max thought might be too soon. the spot right over his heart. he runs his fingers over that spot as he leans in to kiss Max deeply, moving his leg up to drape over the other man's waist.
he drags out the deep, exploring kiss for as long as he can before he starts to move those kisses down Max's jaw, his neck, finally along his chest to right over his heart. he doesn't do it right away though, because that isn't him. he has to ask first. it's important for him to ask. ]
[It is something that Max gets, even if he forgets how hard it was for him now that he's on the other side of things. He was so good at hiding in order to protect everyone that he forgets that other people wall up in order to protect themselves. Maybe he doesn't forget it completely, because of how much of Michael he sees in Jason.
Still, they are bound so tightly together, woven and knit by some fabric of fate that seems to have brought them to this space. One day soon Max plans on telling Jason everything. Not yet, but he will. For now, it's only about this place, and the them that they can be here.
Here Max wants to discover every piece of Jason's body, and all the things that make him sigh or arch against him. There's nothing wrong with making love, and they will. They will make slow passionate love many, many times in their future. ]
How could we be anything other than us. You are precious and mine, and there's no one else you'll ever be to me. There's no way I would or could compare you to any other person in my life.
[It's so much better already, and Max only wants to lay here in this bed and enjoy these tender moments. He's every bit of a romantic. This soft morning is perfect. Yes, they will move to aftercare soon enough. Max has a tub they can settle in and clean up, then there's the antiseptic for bites and cream to make sure nothing gets infected and heals well on the other side.
Falling deeply into Jason's kiss, Max could almost forget his ask. He moans as Jason covers him, arching up into the touches and the way the younger covers him. A fine tremor moves across his skin, and Max has to focus to make sure that he doesn't send out sparks or upset the electricity around him when he realizes where Jason's going to mark him.
It's what he wants, what he always wanted.]
Please. Please do. [His eyes are far softer than they've been all night, almost pleading -- he too has his own softer, needy desires and while it may involve a little pain, it's more about being taken and made to belong. Max needs it every bit as much as Jason does. ]
[ if only Max knew how many walls Jason has already let down for him. how much armor he's pushed past already. then maybe the rest of it wouldn't bother him. but he doesn't know. there's still so much they don't know about each other.
Jason nods, not sure what else to say. Max seems to connected to the people of his past, but Jason can't deny how connected the two of them are either. he just wants it to stay this way. the two of them, with no comparisons. maybe Max is the lucky one, cause Jason wouldn't have anything to compare this to anyway.
he runs his fingers over the spot he wants to mark, giving Max a soft smile when he confirms that he wants this. Jason can't help but lean up for another soft and slow kiss. how can he resist with that look in Max's eyes? after that, he places another soft kiss against Max's chest, and then he runs his tongue along the other man's skin before he starts sucking at it, fingers digging in at Max's side.
he remembers the way Max did it- sucking and pulling skin between his teeth, feeling the capillaries burst as he does so. it's sensual and possessive, just like Max said it was, and it makes him moan, the harder he does it. ]
[How much can one really know in a day. It's an unattainable and unrealistic goal in the broadest of senses, even a week, a month a year is still too little a time to understand the smallest nuances of a person. Spending every second of a day with a being does grant the power of knowledge, and there are times when texting can seem like an intricate web of spells has granted insight that nothing else ever would have been able to do, but nothing gathers true wisdom beyond time.
Max and Jason will need exactly that with one another, and they will find that. Max will find his lessons along the way, and he will only fall deeper as he goes, because that's who he is as a person.
Right now, his focus is on the way the rest of the world has suddenly dropped away and nothing exists in this time and space but the focus of Jason and the way he looks at Max in this moment. Max knows it's how he gazed at his beloved last night, and to be on the receiving end is so powerful that it stops him in his tracks. The hand that had been ready to fist itself up in curly brown hair settles softly at the nape of a neck.
The lips that Jason finds are pliant and freely open to the softest of kisses. Slowly exploring the mouth he's come to know so very well over the last how many hours. It tastes of the sweetest cream, and Max sighs when Jason moves away. It's only when the younger male begins to suck at his chest that Max remembers exactly what he's asked, and his body begins to respond again.
A set of those soft fingers thrust forward and knot on Jason's scalp and another set grab at his should and dig in tightly holding him there as he drinks, and bites. It's the simplest possession, but it feels like his soul is being claimed, his body being taken and made and renewed for Jason alone. Max closes his eyes, and imagines -- biting his lip to the thoughts he dare not speak. His secret that he fears to share.]
Fuck. Jason, my precious. God, yes. [He half moans, half whispers. Max can't help that his body is hard and painful from that single act. It's amazing, and so very sensual and powerful. ]
[ 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.
[By the time Jason finds Max's mouth again, his breath is coming out in ragged gasps and he meets those overly full lips with the challenge that they are, pressing into them so that their tongues match against one another harboring no unspoken words. This is the language that they've proven to excel at, and this morning it's all that matters. Max is harsh and somehow gentle at the same time, offering himself up on a plate for Jason to take. ]
I am yours. I know what it means, and you know what it means to have me now. You can take me at any time, in any way you want. I will never forget this.
[Pressing his fingers into the mark, Max hisses as a deep throbbing pain joins the throb between his legs. Not even thinking twice, he reaches over for the lubrication at the bedside, and lays Jason out below him. He coast his fingers, and kisses softly against Jason's neck as he begins to press inside his lover once more. He needs his precious like nothing else.
He has to feel as one again. There's that overwhelming feeling of possession, that drawing deep in his gut that says if he doesn't become one that Jason might slip through his fingers and be gone forever. It's silently Max's greatest fear. That he doesn't deserve any of this either. Not that he'd ever say it. He needs Jason to take him too, to make him feel needed, but until he can speak any of his true needs, Max will always do this. Fiercely take and act as he does, as he understands. ]
[Jason breathes in each gasp of Max's air and swallows every moan with another kiss. he wants to devour Max whole and keep him inside of him for as long as he can. that's possession too, he realizes, and maybe he's starting to like it more than he ever thought he would. it's all in his softness though.
but he can do both. he's going to love both ways... all the ways he can be with Max, really.]
I know what it means now. I know how it feels. I wanna be hours, I want you to be mine, no matter where we are.
[because they won't always be here in this moment, but the feelings will still be there.
he moves so easily to lay on his back, shifting his body to give Max a little room. he knows what's coming and he's aching for it already, moaning as Max's fingers press into him once again. even with how sore his body is, he can't help but press down against those fingers, wanting them deeper already.]
Max... fuck, I want you. I want you inside of me again. I need to feel you.
[It's fortuitous that Max had done this once with his fingers already this morning and it makes this so much easier. Jason's already opening, and pushing wide against the alien's intrusions. Muscles clamp tight, but offer less resistance to the greater force. It really wouldn't matter so much this time anyway, because Max feels it too, that eager need, the desperation to be one already.
They won't always have the beauty of this morning. It will pass and the day will fade, but these memories will hold them together when they are at their weakest.
Taking Jason's hand, Max locks his fingers together with his own and presses them together over their heart, over their marks and then with his other hand, he presses himself inside Jason. It's not an easy first touch, but he only puts in the head, using the same techniques he did last night.
Always cautious, and conscious of how Jason feels despite how painfully desperate he is. He kisses the side of Jason's neck softly and then over to his mouth, sharing a painfully loving kiss while his body begins to take over Jason's, sliding into place and uniting them in the way only lovers know.]
[ Jason's ready. no matter what, he's ready. all he feels is the aching want and need he's feeling for Max. it really is a desperation to be one with his lover again before anything has to change. before he has to leave.
his thoughts are so far from that point right now though, lacing his fingers tightly with Max's, warmth moving through him when Max moves their hands over their hearts. Max really does feel like he's a part of Jason's heart. it's how Max feels when he pushes into him too.
another moan escapes into the kiss, his legs pulling up around Max's hips to press against them. he's much more relaxed and pliant this morning than he was last night, now that he knows what he's in for, and his body opens up to Max completely. ]
[They both know more of what to expect in the light of the morning, but it's also a little different given some of the things that developed over the evening hours. There was no way that Max could have prepared for the tidal wave of emotions and intimate actions that took place. He did things he hadn't planned on doing with anyone ever again.
Now, he'd made promises and had someone mark him over his heart again. The last person to do that took blood too. It was a little different and yet all the same. Max had lied and told him that he didn't love him in that way, but he did. Max told himself that he'd never lie to himself ever again.
This time, laying here inside Jason, Max already knows. He may not know anything about what Jason's life entails, but he does know who jason is as a person-- despite what the younger male may think. That's one of Max's gifts, it's one of the skills he gained from working at his job for so long, and also being part empath helped. He knows. He knows as his hips press in deep and his mouth leaves scattered kisses along Jason's neck, all soft and pliant.
Nothing about this morning is rushed. It's slow and careful, even when Max moans out Jason's name it's more melodious than hungry. He keeps going back to those full lips, the ones he will dream of when Jason leaves, and carefully kisses over and around them, sucking on the bottom and top as he kisses them deeply, enjoying every single second of their lovemaking this morning.] Mmm, precious. You feel so wonderful. I love being inside you like this. I don't ever want to let you go.
[ last night was intense in a different kind if way. this time it feels like they know each other more intimately. they do, having claimed each other in almost every kind of way. Max is the first person who has been inside of Jason, and Jason wants it to stay that way. god, he wishes it could stay that way.
his hand is pressed tight against Max's heart, his body slowly and fluidly rocking with Max's, pulling him deeper, tightening around him when he can, just to keep him inside a little longer with each thrust.
Jason doesn't know what Max's gifts are. there's so much he doesn't know about him. he's training to be a detective, but all of that is so clinical, and nothing about this is even close to something as sterile as that. matters of the heart will always be different for Jason and so will being known. he's scared of it and he wants it at the same time. maybe he'll grow into being ok with it eventually, but right now it all feels like an unknown.
that's different from what he's feeling in this moment though, their slow love making overtaking everything inside of him. his free hand slides into Max's hair. he loves grabbing onto the strands there as they kiss.]
Don't wanna let you go either. Want you to stay inside of me as long as you can. You feel so fucking good. You make me feel so full. Nothing's ever made me feel like this before.
[it's all whispered against Max's lips, between gasps and moans.]
[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.]
[ maybe Max will have his say. if things go the way they have been since last night, maybe Max will get all the say in the world. Jason would actually like that very much. he's the kind of person who only wants one. he's the kind of person who would devote himself to a singular person alone. it's why he hasn't slept with another guy before Max. he wants something all encompassing and unending.
except this time it's a good thing he let his whole never fuck on the first date stance go. there was no way either of them could've resisted, and Jason thinks that's a beautiful thing in and of itself.
Jason shifts with Max, hiking his legs up a little higher. it's the perfect angle to hit all the right spots inside of him to make him moan exactly like Max wants him to. it make shim tighten his muscles around Max's cock as well, pulling him in deeper as he rocks down against him. he can't imagine anything better than this. ]
Only you, Max. This is what I want with only you.
[he moans against Max's lips when he presses their hands into the pillow, fingers flexing before they curl around Max's again. he loves the way Max's body pushes him down in every single way, bringing him closer to the edge in such a slow and wonderful way.]
[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.]
[ neat and clean are two things that Jason definitely isn't. he's wild and reckless, messy and dark. maybe in different ways than Max, but it's still there. he wouldn't ever want Max to hold it all inside and maybe eventually Jason will learn that it's safe and ok for him to let it all out too.
Jason's also soft and romantic, carful and full of heart. those are also parts of himself he never shows. what Max gives to him now pulls it out of him so easily, his fingers gripping Max's hard against the pillow, his other sliding down Max's neck as he rocks into him.
his lips part as Max thrusts into him slow and deep, taking his breath away. his words alone, whispered so affectionately, so lovingly, they make a tight heat move through his body like lightning. once Max's hand is on his cock with those whispers of encouragement wrapping around his name, Jason can't hold back anymore. he doesn't want to.
he cries out Max's name, legs tightening hard around his waist as he spills between them, tightening his hold around Max in every single way. ]
[Maybe one day they will figure out ways to let go of that dark together, and hold onto one another where it's safe while they do. Everyone needs someone whose demons play well together. Jason is that person for Max, whether either of them know it currently or not.
Who couldn't love the caring, romantic, eyes wide open side of Jason. Max has already seen plenty of it and that's one of the biggest reasons he's fallen for the other. It's not the dark, it's the open heart, the eyes that see right through him, the way he makes Max laugh, and all the little things they say that touch him. It's a million little things that all mix together into a perfect potion.
A potion that's poured itself out and is swarming all of Max's systems, dripping along his neural pathways as he drives himself deep into Jason, begging the other with his body and lips to come for him. Dark eyes never once leave the other's face, eager and patient all at once to see what love has wrought in the most perfect of sense.
Then when it happens Max can't control himself either. He feels muscles contract and release over and around his cock, milking him and he comes immediately after Jason on a long cry of his beloved's name. So much, so deep, it feels like it's never ending as he rocks himself against Jason. Only relaxing once it finally ends, spilling out the sides of Jason's body, down his legs and beyond. ]
You make me and break me in all the best ways... [He pants, holding onto Jason tightly, not wanting to let go.]
[ Jason needs someone like that. someone who helps him through his darkness and work with him on how to let that go. if they can do it together, all the better. he needs someone that he doesn't need to hide from that softer side of himself either, and that seems to be Max. he's already more comfortable with Max than he has been with anyone else. it really is something.
last night, this morning, it all feels like pure bliss. Max driving himself deeper and deeper until Jason comes, it's better than anything he could have imagined. all the sensations spiking through him along with the warm heat of Max coming inside of him as well, it surrounds him in the kind of love and passion he never even thought he'd deserve.
he cries out again when Max spills into him, body tightening up again to milk him dry. Max must be inspiring that possessiveness in Jason because he wants to keep it all inside of him. ]
Fuck, so do you. I swear I've never fucking felt like this before.
[They will both need work on training their demons, and seeing through letting them go-- or working along side them so that they aren't so toxic to people around them or they themselves. Jason needs to learn to believe in himself and Max needs to find security in another person, and knowledge that eventually they will be around for him long term, and not leave him for another being.
Every moment together has been sheer bliss, and as they lay here together spent and tied up still covered in their loving, Max can't even think of moving. He grabs a nearby towel, and wipes along their stomachs, and Jason's thighs, but he doesn't bother to go much higher than half way up, leaving a little bit of himself there.
He kisses along his lover's jawline and at the corners of his lips, inhaling their mixed scent as he lays there. It's permeated his room, and he knows that it will stay there for days later. Maybe he should change his sheets, but ... ]
I'll always make you feel like this. I'll do my best to always fill you and love you after we've had rough sex. They both go together, remember that. We are both. I am both. I need you so much, you make me crazy, but this is just as important as last night, as every bruise i left on you.
[ Jason has a hard time finding security in another person too. almost every single person he's known has left him in one way or another. that's something they'll have to work on together.
in these moments, Jason can't imagine either of them leaving, though he knows it's inevitable, at least in the case of going about their day. he doesn't want to think about that yet, though. he's still basking in the afterglow, completely relaxed and blissed out in every kind of way. his fingers keep roaming, even as Max cleans them up, and then he slides his arms tighter around the other man to pull him closer for some cuddles. ]
I love both. I want us to have both. I want everything with you.
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they barely know each other. it's isane. mostly because Jason feels like he's already known Max for years. like they've shared so much more than they have.]
Could be the blowjob... it was fucking unbelievable.
[Jason leans into the kiss, tangling their legs up even more before he ducks his head a little
at the sweet words. ]
I want to. I wish I could, with you.
[whatever he deserves, because he certainly doesn't believe it's this. somehow he has it anyway, though. Max says love like it's a real, actual thing, and Jason wonders if he really feels it. it's a lot. ]
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[Max laughs a little, and hums kissing over Jason's neck and chest randomly, fingering along the marks he made, rediscovering the body he made love to last night in the calm of the morning light.]
My first time giving a blowjob, or with a guy at all was in a lighthouse in the middle of a storm. We were stuck. He was one of my closest friends at the time. There was something in the air... [max shrugged, because it was never easy to explain getting shipped off to another world, and he didn't like to bring it up-- ever.]
I... I bottomed. I always bottomed with him. He was dating this guy that insisted that the only person he ever was on the bottom for was him. I guess that makes sense. The sex was more intense than it ever was with my girlfriend. I had no idea that it could be like that... [His words turn soft and somewhat faraway as he remembers. There's pain in his voice, but also a soft nostalgia. It's obvious he cared for Kyle, but also very obvious that whatever happened hurt him]
I thought I had him for good. He promised me. He was rough, and bit me and showed me what it was like to have someone be possessive, and need me. He did things ... amazing things. Showed me the kind of sex I loved. The kind that I needed, not always, but I needed it to make me feel wanted and loved. Maybe I'm broken that way.
[Max holds jason a little tighter, and leans down to kiss him softly being overly tender to make up for the roughness that he needs at times. ]
You... you've brought me more joy last night than he ever did in the whole time we were together, and I barely know you. We should probably start with the simple things, right? [Max sighs, and kisses Jason again, because he's already so damn addicted it's impossible to do anything else.]
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[he smiles, all blissed out, his fingers doing their own roam across Max's skin. last night was intense and this morning has been slow and calm in the best kind of way. he loves that it can be both. he's always been the soft, romantic type though. all this roughness with Max is new.
as his fingers trace patterns across Max's skin, he listens. it's a little hard to hear him talk about being with other people, but he wants to know. he's grateful that Max wants to share with him and he gets to see into the older man's world. love, heartache, things that have shaped him in different kinds of ways. Jason has never been open to talking about those things, but maybe since Max can do it, it'll help Jason at least try.]
It sounds like... like all the people you've been with were kind of always with someone else. Or attached to something else. I don't think you're broken, though. Not for liking those things. I think we all just like what we like. Or we like what the person we care about the most likes. It's what he taught you. It's what you know. Maybe... maybe I can teach you other things too.
[it'll likely be the other way around though. it already is. Jason's soft and Max is rough, and yet Jason would take a hundred more bites and marks from Max if it meant the other man could be his. he gets it and he wants it now too.]
I've always hated the idea of possession. I'm the only person I've got. The only person who I can really count on and trust. People've tried to fuck me up before, you know? When you're a street kid, people expect that shit from you sometimes. But... it's different with you. I like it with you. I want it.
[he kisses Max soft and slow, relishing in the tenderness, but after saying all these things out loud- more than he's ever really talked about with anyone- he has to duck his head down against Max's chest.]
We should start with the simple things, yeah.
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She wasn't what made him alive though. She pushed him through hardships, and they fought-- but she didn't make him want to die burning up in an inferno wrapped only in her. Kyle did, and by the gods, Jason did..
Max needed the mix of rough and soft. He needed someone to challenge him, and let him be romantic with. Someone to bite and hold. Yet, he didn't want to take advantage of Jason who had never felt these things before. He didn't want to be the one who brought possession like this into his life. Maybe he wanted it only because he wanted to be with Max.
The alien sighed a little, and nuzzled against Jason's hair.] Yeah, it's something like that. not exactly, but maybe ... Hey Jason, you know that i'd still like you even if you didn't like the idea of me being possessive of you. If you never wanted me to call you mine, or if you wanted to be your own person it's okay. I don't have to be that way to like you. You're perfect the way you are.
[It hurt a little to say that, but Max would give up a lot for Jason. He'd go back in time, and take away so much of what had happened between them as long as he could hold the younger man here with him if he needed to.]
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[he starts, but then stops himself. god, he feels so raw with Max. all open and honest with his feelings and emotions. but along with the good ones are the bad. they're every terrible way he feels about himself. Max's words have done a lot to silence those thoughts, but it's different when Max tells him how he feels, opposed to what Jason is.
he doesn't want to talk about himself.]
I wanna be yours. I can still be my own person and be yours. I wanna see your marks on me and know that you're thinking of 'em as much as I am.
[he lifts a hand, running it along the bite Max left above his heart. it's sore, but it's good. they probably all need to be cleaned up soon because they're pretty intense, but Jason isn't really thinking about any of that right now.]
It never felt bad or wrong, or like something I didn't like. Not even for a second. It's just different and new from anything I ever thought I'd like. That's all I'm trying to say.
[he hesitates, letting his hand fall against Max's chest this time, fingers sliding over his heart.]
But also... the guy you were with. He was rough with you and he was possessive of you. He promised you that you had him for good... and then he left. So maybe that's not everything. You said I've brought you more joy than he ever did, even in the short time we've been together. I don't know how, but that feels real important, and maybe we can just have our own thing.
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He has no idea exactly how locked up and closed Jason actually is to some parts of himself. The harder parts are every bit as important, maybe even more so because in the end those are the ones that Jason will have to know Max loves about him the most. The fucked-up parts. Max has those too, and he's going to dig deep to share them as well.
Time though, it doesn't all have to be on that very first morning.
Right now, what max is doing is trying to let Jason know that what they are doing is different from what Kyle and he did already.
The alien smiles when Jason says that he wants all of this. It's a relief, and without thinking, max blows out a breath he had been holding. ]
I want this with you. I told you all this because you are different. I wanted you to know that already we are different, and what you and I have isn't the same. That's why I told you the story. We do have our own thing.
[Wide eyes blink at Jason, and Max brings his hand to hold Jason's over his heart. He pauses for a second and then speaks softly, but with a quiet determination. ]
Mark me. Mark me as yours, precious. I want a mark of my own to remember you by. Make it deep and put it wherever you want. I'm every bit yours as you are mine. Mark me, please...
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he can hear and feel the relief Max has after everything he says, and Jason hopes that it really will be ok. he hopes that when it comes time for being soft, for making love in a gentle, loving kind of way, Max will be ok with that too. Jason knows he deserves pain, but he's so far from believing he deserves any tenderness or love. he still craves it, though. ]
Ok. Good, that's... that's what I want. Our own thing.
[he looks up at Max again, just holding his gaze for a moment before he nods. he doesn't know how to do this the way Max does, but he'll try. his gaze travels down Max's body after that, but he already knows where he wants to mark his lover. the same spot Max thought might be too soon. the spot right over his heart. he runs his fingers over that spot as he leans in to kiss Max deeply, moving his leg up to drape over the other man's waist.
he drags out the deep, exploring kiss for as long as he can before he starts to move those kisses down Max's jaw, his neck, finally along his chest to right over his heart. he doesn't do it right away though, because that isn't him. he has to ask first. it's important for him to ask. ]
Over your heart, like where you marked me. Can I?
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Still, they are bound so tightly together, woven and knit by some fabric of fate that seems to have brought them to this space. One day soon Max plans on telling Jason everything. Not yet, but he will. For now, it's only about this place, and the them that they can be here.
Here Max wants to discover every piece of Jason's body, and all the things that make him sigh or arch against him. There's nothing wrong with making love, and they will. They will make slow passionate love many, many times in their future. ]
How could we be anything other than us. You are precious and mine, and there's no one else you'll ever be to me. There's no way I would or could compare you to any other person in my life.
[It's so much better already, and Max only wants to lay here in this bed and enjoy these tender moments. He's every bit of a romantic. This soft morning is perfect. Yes, they will move to aftercare soon enough. Max has a tub they can settle in and clean up, then there's the antiseptic for bites and cream to make sure nothing gets infected and heals well on the other side.
Falling deeply into Jason's kiss, Max could almost forget his ask. He moans as Jason covers him, arching up into the touches and the way the younger covers him. A fine tremor moves across his skin, and Max has to focus to make sure that he doesn't send out sparks or upset the electricity around him when he realizes where Jason's going to mark him.
It's what he wants, what he always wanted.]
Please. Please do. [His eyes are far softer than they've been all night, almost pleading -- he too has his own softer, needy desires and while it may involve a little pain, it's more about being taken and made to belong. Max needs it every bit as much as Jason does. ]
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Jason nods, not sure what else to say. Max seems to connected to the people of his past, but Jason can't deny how connected the two of them are either. he just wants it to stay this way. the two of them, with no comparisons. maybe Max is the lucky one, cause Jason wouldn't have anything to compare this to anyway.
he runs his fingers over the spot he wants to mark, giving Max a soft smile when he confirms that he wants this. Jason can't help but lean up for another soft and slow kiss. how can he resist with that look in Max's eyes? after that, he places another soft kiss against Max's chest, and then he runs his tongue along the other man's skin before he starts sucking at it, fingers digging in at Max's side.
he remembers the way Max did it- sucking and pulling skin between his teeth, feeling the capillaries burst as he does so. it's sensual and possessive, just like Max said it was, and it makes him moan, the harder he does it. ]
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Max and Jason will need exactly that with one another, and they will find that. Max will find his lessons along the way, and he will only fall deeper as he goes, because that's who he is as a person.
Right now, his focus is on the way the rest of the world has suddenly dropped away and nothing exists in this time and space but the focus of Jason and the way he looks at Max in this moment. Max knows it's how he gazed at his beloved last night, and to be on the receiving end is so powerful that it stops him in his tracks. The hand that had been ready to fist itself up in curly brown hair settles softly at the nape of a neck.
The lips that Jason finds are pliant and freely open to the softest of kisses. Slowly exploring the mouth he's come to know so very well over the last how many hours. It tastes of the sweetest cream, and Max sighs when Jason moves away. It's only when the younger male begins to suck at his chest that Max remembers exactly what he's asked, and his body begins to respond again.
A set of those soft fingers thrust forward and knot on Jason's scalp and another set grab at his should and dig in tightly holding him there as he drinks, and bites. It's the simplest possession, but it feels like his soul is being claimed, his body being taken and made and renewed for Jason alone. Max closes his eyes, and imagines -- biting his lip to the thoughts he dare not speak. His secret that he fears to share.]
Fuck. Jason, my precious. God, yes. [He half moans, half whispers. Max can't help that his body is hard and painful from that single act. It's amazing, and so very sensual and powerful. ]
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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.
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I am yours. I know what it means, and you know what it means to have me now. You can take me at any time, in any way you want. I will never forget this.
[Pressing his fingers into the mark, Max hisses as a deep throbbing pain joins the throb between his legs. Not even thinking twice, he reaches over for the lubrication at the bedside, and lays Jason out below him. He coast his fingers, and kisses softly against Jason's neck as he begins to press inside his lover once more. He needs his precious like nothing else.
He has to feel as one again. There's that overwhelming feeling of possession, that drawing deep in his gut that says if he doesn't become one that Jason might slip through his fingers and be gone forever. It's silently Max's greatest fear. That he doesn't deserve any of this either. Not that he'd ever say it. He needs Jason to take him too, to make him feel needed, but until he can speak any of his true needs, Max will always do this. Fiercely take and act as he does, as he understands. ]
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but he can do both. he's going to love both ways... all the ways he can be with Max, really.]
I know what it means now. I know how it feels. I wanna be hours, I want you to be mine, no matter where we are.
[because they won't always be here in this moment, but the feelings will still be there.
he moves so easily to lay on his back, shifting his body to give Max a little room. he knows what's coming and he's aching for it already, moaning as Max's fingers press into him once again. even with how sore his body is, he can't help but press down against those fingers, wanting them deeper already.]
Max... fuck, I want you. I want you inside of me again. I need to feel you.
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They won't always have the beauty of this morning. It will pass and the day will fade, but these memories will hold them together when they are at their weakest.
Taking Jason's hand, Max locks his fingers together with his own and presses them together over their heart, over their marks and then with his other hand, he presses himself inside Jason. It's not an easy first touch, but he only puts in the head, using the same techniques he did last night.
Always cautious, and conscious of how Jason feels despite how painfully desperate he is. He kisses the side of Jason's neck softly and then over to his mouth, sharing a painfully loving kiss while his body begins to take over Jason's, sliding into place and uniting them in the way only lovers know.]
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his thoughts are so far from that point right now though, lacing his fingers tightly with Max's, warmth moving through him when Max moves their hands over their hearts. Max really does feel like he's a part of Jason's heart. it's how Max feels when he pushes into him too.
another moan escapes into the kiss, his legs pulling up around Max's hips to press against them. he's much more relaxed and pliant this morning than he was last night, now that he knows what he's in for, and his body opens up to Max completely. ]
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Now, he'd made promises and had someone mark him over his heart again. The last person to do that took blood too. It was a little different and yet all the same. Max had lied and told him that he didn't love him in that way, but he did. Max told himself that he'd never lie to himself ever again.
This time, laying here inside Jason, Max already knows. He may not know anything about what Jason's life entails, but he does know who jason is as a person-- despite what the younger male may think. That's one of Max's gifts, it's one of the skills he gained from working at his job for so long, and also being part empath helped. He knows. He knows as his hips press in deep and his mouth leaves scattered kisses along Jason's neck, all soft and pliant.
Nothing about this morning is rushed. It's slow and careful, even when Max moans out Jason's name it's more melodious than hungry. He keeps going back to those full lips, the ones he will dream of when Jason leaves, and carefully kisses over and around them, sucking on the bottom and top as he kisses them deeply, enjoying every single second of their lovemaking this morning.] Mmm, precious. You feel so wonderful. I love being inside you like this. I don't ever want to let you go.
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his hand is pressed tight against Max's heart, his body slowly and fluidly rocking with Max's, pulling him deeper, tightening around him when he can, just to keep him inside a little longer with each thrust.
Jason doesn't know what Max's gifts are. there's so much he doesn't know about him. he's training to be a detective, but all of that is so clinical, and nothing about this is even close to something as sterile as that. matters of the heart will always be different for Jason and so will being known. he's scared of it and he wants it at the same time. maybe he'll grow into being ok with it eventually, but right now it all feels like an unknown.
that's different from what he's feeling in this moment though, their slow love making overtaking everything inside of him. his free hand slides into Max's hair. he loves grabbing onto the strands there as they kiss.]
Don't wanna let you go either. Want you to stay inside of me as long as you can. You feel so fucking good. You make me feel so full. Nothing's ever made me feel like this before.
[it's all whispered against Max's lips, between gasps and moans.]
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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.]
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except this time it's a good thing he let his whole never fuck on the first date stance go. there was no way either of them could've resisted, and Jason thinks that's a beautiful thing in and of itself.
Jason shifts with Max, hiking his legs up a little higher. it's the perfect angle to hit all the right spots inside of him to make him moan exactly like Max wants him to. it make shim tighten his muscles around Max's cock as well, pulling him in deeper as he rocks down against him. he can't imagine anything better than this. ]
Only you, Max. This is what I want with only you.
[he moans against Max's lips when he presses their hands into the pillow, fingers flexing before they curl around Max's again. he loves the way Max's body pushes him down in every single way, bringing him closer to the edge in such a slow and wonderful way.]
Max...
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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.]
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Jason's also soft and romantic, carful and full of heart. those are also parts of himself he never shows. what Max gives to him now pulls it out of him so easily, his fingers gripping Max's hard against the pillow, his other sliding down Max's neck as he rocks into him.
his lips part as Max thrusts into him slow and deep, taking his breath away. his words alone, whispered so affectionately, so lovingly, they make a tight heat move through his body like lightning. once Max's hand is on his cock with those whispers of encouragement wrapping around his name, Jason can't hold back anymore. he doesn't want to.
he cries out Max's name, legs tightening hard around his waist as he spills between them, tightening his hold around Max in every single way. ]
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Who couldn't love the caring, romantic, eyes wide open side of Jason. Max has already seen plenty of it and that's one of the biggest reasons he's fallen for the other. It's not the dark, it's the open heart, the eyes that see right through him, the way he makes Max laugh, and all the little things they say that touch him. It's a million little things that all mix together into a perfect potion.
A potion that's poured itself out and is swarming all of Max's systems, dripping along his neural pathways as he drives himself deep into Jason, begging the other with his body and lips to come for him. Dark eyes never once leave the other's face, eager and patient all at once to see what love has wrought in the most perfect of sense.
Then when it happens Max can't control himself either. He feels muscles contract and release over and around his cock, milking him and he comes immediately after Jason on a long cry of his beloved's name. So much, so deep, it feels like it's never ending as he rocks himself against Jason. Only relaxing once it finally ends, spilling out the sides of Jason's body, down his legs and beyond. ]
You make me and break me in all the best ways... [He pants, holding onto Jason tightly, not wanting to let go.]
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last night, this morning, it all feels like pure bliss. Max driving himself deeper and deeper until Jason comes, it's better than anything he could have imagined. all the sensations spiking through him along with the warm heat of Max coming inside of him as well, it surrounds him in the kind of love and passion he never even thought he'd deserve.
he cries out again when Max spills into him, body tightening up again to milk him dry. Max must be inspiring that possessiveness in Jason because he wants to keep it all inside of him. ]
Fuck, so do you. I swear I've never fucking felt like this before.
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Every moment together has been sheer bliss, and as they lay here together spent and tied up still covered in their loving, Max can't even think of moving. He grabs a nearby towel, and wipes along their stomachs, and Jason's thighs, but he doesn't bother to go much higher than half way up, leaving a little bit of himself there.
He kisses along his lover's jawline and at the corners of his lips, inhaling their mixed scent as he lays there. It's permeated his room, and he knows that it will stay there for days later. Maybe he should change his sheets, but ... ]
I'll always make you feel like this. I'll do my best to always fill you and love you after we've had rough sex. They both go together, remember that. We are both. I am both. I need you so much, you make me crazy, but this is just as important as last night, as every bruise i left on you.
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in these moments, Jason can't imagine either of them leaving, though he knows it's inevitable, at least in the case of going about their day. he doesn't want to think about that yet, though. he's still basking in the afterglow, completely relaxed and blissed out in every kind of way. his fingers keep roaming, even as Max cleans them up, and then he slides his arms tighter around the other man to pull him closer for some cuddles. ]
I love both. I want us to have both. I want everything with you.
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