[Wanting this to be intimate and knowing that it will be powerful and full of energy for them both, Max takes a moment to remove both their shirts. He pulls Jamie back to the bedroom and smiles softly as he brings him to their bed. It's easier to experience this the first time when the focus isn't split.
Max hasn't let go of Jamie's hands or body the entire time they've moved-- he hasn't broken eye contact either. Even with the tide-like inundations he knows that Jamie will experience, he's feeling increasingly secure in what they have. ]
You have all the choice, and I will never push you away. I will renew this mark as often as you want to keep you connected to me. It lasts about a week but will begin to fade after a few days. My emotions won't be as strong after a little while, but if we continually renew it, you will begin to sense what I feel almost all the time. It will be a bond between us. I can detect you, too, but not as strongly unless we are being intimate. It's ... a lot while we are having sex. That's the best I can describe it until you feel it yourself. I mean, imagine both our orgasms at once, along with all our feelings. I want you to realize what you're getting. I want this with you, want it so much, but I need you to make sure.
[There's a sureness in Max's tone. He knows that Jamie wants this, but it's his entire being that he's giving, and Max has done this before and has been burned so badly. He knows that Jamie isn't like that, but he also wants to give Jamie an understanding of how much he will feel because Max hasn't felt this way in so long, and once they are joined, Max will love even more deeply. They both will because they will feel their wills combine. ]
[He doesn't take his eyes off Max for a moment, not as he's led back to the bedroom or as he settles onto their bed. Not while he explains. Jamie listens carefully, taking it all in, his expression open and thoughtful as he does. For all that Max feels like he needs to insist, Jamie wonders if maybe he should reconsider, if he should at least be nervous -- but there's still no hesitance. Max wouldn't do something to hurt him. And the idea of being wrapped up together so thoroughly, bound together like that--
It only takes him a moment of consideration to answer, and even that's only because it feels like it should.]
I'm sure. I promise.
[There's so much trust in the way he's looking at Max. Jamie runs a hand down his arm, his side, trying to soothe away any concern that might be there.]
Being connected to you -- I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than that.
[No matter how much Max works to explain, check, and double-check-- he wants this. He desires this bond with Jamie more than he has words for, which is why. He won't have to always speak his words. The bond does that for them. The emotions, the deep need that Max has -- the very depth of Max's soul will be felt, and he won't have to explain all of his desires, the dark ones, the ones he's scared to ever speak of. He won't have to tell Jamie how he feels about them being two halves of a whole and about how, at times, he already wishes they could bind their bodies together somehow so that they'll never have to part. It's love to a frightening degree, but he's willing to share it.
Taking a deep breath, Max nods and quietly places his hand on Jamie's chest over his heart. Closing his eyes, his hand glows red briefly, and then suddenly Jamie will feel the flood of Max's emotions, a tidal wave of everything he's feeling. The dangerous, overwhelming desire, want, need, possessive, and slightly obsessive nature of his love. He will know exactly how deeply Max feels. It's a never-ending well of emotion, a powerful, soul-wrenching, almost painful love that Max has no idea how to keep a lid on. It's beautiful and terrible all at once. It's powerful, and his hand will leave behind a irradescent mark that will tie them together.
After the initial wash, the intensity will mute into something more natural if Jamie allows it to if he accepts what Max feels. When Max's eyes flutter open, there's a slight fear in them, knowing that Jamie can feel all he does. Something about being who he is has made his true love like this. Although this is the first time he's fallen this deeply, he thinks. That, too, can be felt -- everything that Max feels, Jamie will know now. Pain and joy, fear, trepidation, happiness, love, all of it is for Jamie to know. Max holds no more secrets between them. ]
[It is maybe the most intense thing Jamie's ever had happen to him, to go from nothing but his own thoughts to suddenly having every one of Max's feelings flooding through him. He'd swear he can feel it in every inch of him, head to toe. Like he's being invaded -- even as it feels like he's the one doing the invading, shining a light on every one of Max's emotions and leaving him no room to hide. For the first few moments he can't even tell the difference, where his own love and desire and admiration ends and where Max's begins, whose eagerness it is to have this tie between them. Does it even matter anymore? Everything Jamie is belongs to Max already, has since the first time Max kissed him, if not before then. Everything Max is, is part of him now.
It's overwhelming, but Jamie's still not scared in the slightest. He could get addicted to this rush of emotion, this complete openness. Wishes he could reach out and show Max a mirror into his own mind, just to truly, completely melt them together.
He's not sure when his eyes have drifted closed, too busy sorting through what's happening in his own head to pay attention. The only outside stimuli that gets through is Max's hand against his skin, Max's voice when he speaks. It doesn't matter. He doesn't have to see that little tremor of fear; he can feel it in his own chest.
Jamie doesn't bother to open his eyes, not immediately, and he doesn't have the words to explain exactly how it feels. He reaches out, instead, hands finding Max as instinctively as a compass finds north, tugging him in close so Jamie can kiss him instead, try to pour all the love and all the desire he's feeling into it, desperate to try to show him the only way he knows.]
I love you. [It's breathless, awed, murmured almost still against Max's mouth.] I love you, I love you -- thank you.
[The bond isn't completely one way. There's enough between them that when they're this close, Max can also feel echoes of Jamie's emotions. It only grows when Jamie finds him and tugs him in to kiss. The kiss opens the floodgates between them, offering Max insight into Jamie's emotions. The more intimate they grow, the more Max will feel. It's like following an echo to the source, where the voice becomes clear as day, and Max knows every corner of Jamie as well as himself. It's a slower revelation, but it's what Max wants as deeply as he wants to share himself with Jamie.
His hands run along Jamie's chest and upward into his hair, tugging at it lightly as they kiss. He can feel the chords of their passion beating out a unique and gorgeous tune that only they could make together. It all begins to make sense to him: the need, the passion. They share it, and while Max still doesn't know if what he feels is comfortable. He can't stop himself. His need is complete, and it's all-consuming. Knowing that Jamie can feel everything makes it easier -- Max doesn't have to speak. He knows his movements are understood, and the flames of his desire are known.
Even the fact that he's beginning to feel what Jamie does is echoed in his emotions. It's like a never-ending cycle that curls through them both, only adding to the intensity they feel together. ]
I love you too, I love you, want you, need you. You are my home, my everything. Thank you!
[Biting at Jamie's lower lip, Max lingers over the taste of copper that he uncovers. It's a taste of Jamie's soul, of something forbidden that he shouldn't enjoy, and he knows it. If Jamie wants to complain, he'd understand. He'd feel it and know that it wouldn't be acceptable. He'd know that Jamie wouldn't want the same in return. Max has needs that want to take and give all at once, he could swallow down Jamie whole somehow. Take his being, and drink it, bathe in it, live in it. It's about being together and being one like this that drives Max to the extreme of his emotions. He loves to the very corners of his mind, soul and body. ]
[He makes a quiet noise when Max bites down, a little groan, needy and overwhelmed and not at all unhappy. Jamie feels a little dizzy from all of this, but it's not in a bad way. More like an endorphin rush settling in -- runner's high, he thinks distantly to himself, a little bubble of laughter half-trapped in his throat, silly and giddy.
He's never felt this wanted before. He's never wanted anyone this way before. He feels drunk on it.]
You're mine, too. [Another kiss, deep and desperate.] My whole world. You've got me.
[Jamie says it like it's an offering, means it like one. He'd give Max anything he wanted, he'd do anything he was asked. If Max wants to devour him, that's okay -- Jamie wants to be consumed just as much.]
[Feeling the needy rush from Jamie, Max allows himself the fulfillment that little flavor brings him and rolls it across his tongue and into Jamie's mouth. He knicks his lip to share a mixture of their joined tastes, their unfettered essences. It's pure arousal for Max, kissing Jamie deeply and knowing the way Jamie loves him is similar to his all-consuming nature.
His hands wander Jamie's perfect dancer form, carving beautiful lines with his digits across the planes of his chest and along his abdomen. Then he moves back up to trace the handprint he left delicately. Then, without much thought, Max bows down to trace it with his tongue. ]
I will always be yours.
[He looks up from where he is and continues to move down slowly. His mouth pays testament to the perfectly honed definition of Jamie's abs, running his tongue back and forth in long stripes until Max reaches the area right above Jamie's pants. He sucks up a bit of skin and bites down around it, pulling it up deep into his mouth. He'd swallow it down whole if he could. He almost does but then releases it to a dark mark and a long groan. ]
[Jamie is already breathless just from that sweeping touch against his skin. It's insane how quickly it feels like everything builds with Max's arousal feeding into his own; he's squirming in moments, hard and aching from the first touch of Max's mouth to his skin, heart thundering and stomach flipping pleasantly under the attention. He buries his fingers in Max's hair, tightening when he bites down.
The mark sends a little spike of heat through him, always does. It would be embarrassing knowing how laid bare Jamie's wants are, that Max is seeing how desperately he loves that feeling of being claimed and owned that those marks give him -- except feeling Max's possessiveness for himself tells Jamie that he has nothing to feel ashamed about.]
Please-- [It comes out as a helpless little moan, and he swallows, one hand dropping to Max's shoulder just to sweep over whatever of his skin Jamie can reach, running down over his arm.] I love you, please. Whatever you want.
[Like a building tsunami, Max is inundated with his growing needs and Jamie's. He no longer feels shame over his desire to taste and bury himself in the other man. His thirst to possess Jamie thoroughly is tempered by Jamie's need and desire to be needed in such a desperate way. In return, Max feels an equal need to be wanted and thirsted for. He, too, wants to be taken and torn asunder eventually-- but that can come later. It doesn't matter when. It's a burning cycle between them that is no longer hidden.
Lapping over the small trail that leads directly to Jamie's cock, Max quickly undoes Jamie's button and zipper so that he can mouth along his beloved's thick cock. It makes his body throb with need and burn with pleasure all at once as he feels the pleasure and needs flood through Jamie at his touch.]
Oh Fuck, you're wonderful.
[Pulling off the rest of Jamie's clothes, Max quickly lays him bare. He takes a moment to climb back up his body to kiss him full and hard on the mouth. The kiss is full of tongue, a dirty, thrusting mess that's half in his mouth and half out. Rubbing his body up against Jamie's, Max groans. Even though he's still half-clothed, he can feel Jamie's cock against his stomach and can't wait to fulfill the ache he has to taste every bit of him. ]
[It's a strong enough feeling that Jamie's shivering with it a little, kicking aside his clothes as quickly as he can manage, eager for the feel of Max against as much of his skin as he can manage. Desperate for it, a frenzied urge that feels like it's never going to be sated. Every touch just makes him want more.
He arches up into Max, kisses him with a fervor, mouth opening immediately under his. One hand settles at Max's shoulder, a leg hitching up around his waist. Jamie arches up into him, simply seeking friction for a moment before he shifts, moving with a sudden and playful instinct to flip the both of them over, straddling Max's hips as he presses him down into the mattress. He bends down to kiss him again, biting at Max's lip, hands all over his chest, reverential in his touches. It doesn't matter that he knows Max can feel all that Jamie feels for him -- it doesn't stop him from wanting to show him how much he's loved, too.]
[There's surprise on Max's face, and a slight rumble in his throat. He'd been ready to do some serious devouring, and now he's laid flat on his back with a beautiful man, naked and squirming above him. The fierceness of his desire is tempered slightly. The carnal animalistic nature tempered by the way they're positioned now. Max is slightly at the whim of Jamie's want and desire-- and he doesn't mind it at all. Swallowing down his own thoughts, he shifts and slides his hands along Jamie's body, nails raking over the younger male's back while they kiss. ]
Jesus, you are so fucking gorgeous. How did I manage you?
[Still wearing pants, he can't find the exact friction he seeks, but that doesn't keep him from rolling his hips up toward Jamie. There's always that impending sensation coming that will echo his action from Jamie's body. It's a wealth of information and exploding friction in his brain from every touch, every nip and pull between them. It's nothing he's felt in years-- and never to this degree.
Moans and low growls merely exist in the room like they were pulled from the corners, the ceiling, the bed themselves as they travel from Max and reverberate around. He's far from silent about how he feels. There's an ache that continues to pulse and drive Max upward until he's captured Jamie's mouth in a long, biting kiss, sitting up-- his arms around Jamie, clinging to every inch of him as they devour one another.]
Cause you're perfect. [There's a shuddery little tone in Jamie's voice, arching up into the nails against his back.] You're amazing, you're so-- fuck, you're beautiful.
[It's about a hair's breadth away from being nonsense, babbling adoration, but every bit of it is genuine. Everything he's saying is echoed in the emotions coming through, the strength of his admiration and his love as clear as his desire, and all of them only building.
He groans lowly against Max's mouth as he kisses him, returns it desperately, hips grinding down against him. Jamie's panting a little when he nods, swallows hard as he tries to find his voice again.] Yeah, yes, of course.
[His hands slide down immediately, obediently, to get Max's pants open. At the same time, Jamie bends to press a lingering, sucking kiss against Max's throat, shifting as he moves down to mouth his way down his torso, little bites and worshipful kisses. He only stops for a moment when he gets to the waistband of Max's pants, nuzzling another soft kiss there as he moves to tug his clothes down, leaning in to trace his tongue up the length of Max's cock as he gets it free.]
[As much as Max likes the more controlling position of sitting up and holding Jamie close in his lap-- it'd be nearly impossible for Jamie to remove his pants like this. With a sigh, he drops back into the pillows that line the top of their bed. Now that his thoughts are resting there, he can feel how uncomfortable the tight confines of his chosen jeans are. He never wears them loose and comfortable, always cowboy tight to show off his best assets. It's the only way he's ever known-- take a man out of the country, but near to impossible to drag his jeans or boots off him.
Feeling those fingers at his button and zipper, Max's hips surge upward of their own accord. He's eager and almost forcefully desperate to feel the touch of Jamie against his swollen cock. ]
Ooohhhh, baby. I love it when you touch me, when you kiss me near there.
[He inhales the words with a growl, making them come out deep from the back of his throat. Max loves the tiny bites and wonderful bits of worship from the younger male. He reaches out and slides his digits along Jamie's shoulder-- so broad and purposeful. He would make a grand swimmer with shoulders like those. So fucking perfect. Once he's naked, Max is about to pull Jamie up to him when Jamie runs his tongue along his wide cock. It shouldn't have been a surprise with them connected, but the pleasure runs an electrical current through them both, singing along their nerves with sensations of want and deep, deep desire, not only for more but to return the act all the same. It's an incredible cycle that turns Max on hard as it pings between them emotionally as well. ]
[It shouldn't really be easy to surprise someone connected this deeply -- but it maybe makes more sense when considering that Jamie only thinks first about what he's doing half the time. He's a creature of instinct in a lot of ways. And Max makes him feel comfortable enough acting on things that he doesn't even try to slow down and consider. If he makes a mistake, he's sure that Max will forgive him and let him make up for it. It's more safety than he's used to feeling with people, in bed or out of it.
The shared feeling goes straight through him, and Jamie muffles a moan against Max's thigh, kissing and then sucking hard at the skin, aiming to leave behind a dark spot of his own. A little reminder, just for the two of them. The possessiveness is usually quieter in Jamie, the desire to be claimed a lot stronger than the urge to stake one in return, but everything feels heightened right now. He wants, and he doesn't even really know what it is he wants. Just Max. Just this.
He nuzzles another kiss over the spot once he's done, hips shifting thoughtlessly to rub against the bed with another quiet noise.] Fuck. I love the way you taste. [Followed by another swipe of his tongue along his cock before he glances up, just wants to see Max's face.]
[There's no thought-out plan when Max is with Jamie; everything is empirical mixed with intense driving emotion-- It's all about what he can touch, taste, feel while exploring and diving into the entire universe that is Jamie. Max's body belongs to Jamie now, along with every single one of his emotions as overwhelming and fierce as they might be.
A rumble moves through Max's entire being when Jamie's mouth clamps down on his thigh. Max knows what he's doing and is desperate for it. His need is almost violent in want. Just as he wanted to devour Jamie, Max wants to be taken and devoured in the same manner. He feels that absolute desperation to know that he is wanted in the same way. It's horrible in its beauty. The deeper Jamie pulls against the skin, the louder Max becomes, moaning against the press of air above him.
Fingers dive into the short strands of Jamie's hair, and cling to his scalp. He lifts his head and then drops it back to the pillow when Jamie lifts his head with a profound sigh once the mark is created. Max knows that he'll work to keep it there for as long as he can, pressing into it for the next several days to come. ]
Jesus. I love it when you taste me. You're so damn amazing. Damn it, baby. I love you so much. [There's a pause leveled by a loud 'oh god' when Jamie's mouth laves one more stripe up along Max's cock. He thrusts his hips forward and groans loudly, obviously aching for more-- even if he was the one who was going to attack Jamie's body initally. He can't stop himself from wanting this, needing this. The feel of Jamie's mouth hot and warm against his heavily aching erection.]
[As far as Jamie's concerned, it doesn't matter who's attacking who, as long as the two of them are close enough to touch. Max drives him crazy, makes everything feel like more than it's ever been before, makes him feel like his whole body is lighting up with every touch. But he's just as eager to make his boyfriend feel as good as he possibly can. Besides the fact that making other people happy makes Jamie feel good about himself, and making Max happy feels like it might just be the most important thing he's ever done -- it's insanely hot, between the things Max says and the way he looks.
And that's just what there was before forging a magical connection that mean he can feel Max imprinted on his very soul. That intimacy just feeds into everything else.]
I love you. [Emphatic and full of emotion, spoken against the top of Max's thigh as he presses a kiss there. There's a groan in his voice, unbelievably turned on even though he's not being touched right now.] I love you, I love you, I love you-- [One for every kiss as he makes a path across Max's skin to suck another mark high against his hip.]
[Even the smallest of kisses is like a stone in the pond that's Max's body. It throws ripples along every neural pathway and projects a myriad of sensations that all pour and add upon one another until Max makes noises that he doesn't even recognize anymore. Knowing that Jamie is happy and feels good is injected into his mind, his body, his very being and Max feels like he wants to, no, needs to do more to make the emotion wider. He wants to open it up like the yawn of the Grand Canyon.
The new mark has Max arching up again with another incredibly loud moan. ] Yes. oh gods. I would tattoo that there if I could. I love you infinitely and then more.
[It feels like Max is running the highest height he could ever imagine. Sitting up a little, he pulls Jamie up to him and drags his mouth back so that they can kiss again. Max knew that he would dry up like the Sahara if he didn't have a taste of the younger male just then. He needed to nip, bite and tie their tounges together in that perfect dance between them. It's even better now, because they both can anticipate the other male's need, messy and wet.
Max's nails score lines along Jamie's back now that he has him close again, legs anchoring their bodies together so that Max can feel them together completely like they should be. He sighs and groans somehow all at once. ]
[He's already moving to meet Max when he reaches for him, and it's thrilling, to be able to meet him, to know him without words like this. Jamie already wants this forever, wants to always know Max like he knows his own limbs, wants to be able to give him everything he hasn't even asked for. Just wants, desperately, achingly, with every single cell in his body.
He whines into the kiss, hips rocking against Max, needy and seeking friction. One hand trails down his side until Jamie's fingers can press against that new mark, making sure the sensation doesn't have the slightest chance to fade.
He doesn't have words anymore, they slip away from him so easily and this is so much. Just noise, wordless and unrestrained, a desperate symphony of want and awe and adoration.]
[There's something about the way Jamie presses his fingers into the mark that has Max aching with a need that's limitless in its boundaries. Whatever had been between them before yawns open into something with a new ache. Max can feel the whines from Jamie before they ever leave his lips, and he's licking and sucking across the younger male's neck, leaving his own testament of love across those lean lines.
Unable to ignore the want, Max reaches for their lubricant and wets his fingers. Without preamble or thought, he slides his hand down and wraps it around Jamie's absolutely divine cock, feeling the pressure of it around his own. It's heady, and Max can't keep himself from panting while he slicks up the long, thick, erection. His fingers slip back from there, and one finds that tight small entrance.
Pressing a single digit inside has Max arching up against Jamie with a loud cry. It's been ages since anyone has had him, or touched him in that way and their connection allows him to feel a portion of what Jamie feels, and even in part it still rips through Max in a way that unites him and Jamie together forever with a bond that Max will never forget. ]
[He's halfway surprised it's not enough to tip him over already, those perfect marks against his neck and Max's hand around him and the thrilling new echo of Max's desire feeding his own. It has him squirming already before Max's finger works inside him, and his cry is a mirror, the secondary echo of the other's pleasure hitting in a way that makes his stomach drop.]
Love you, love you. [Mumbled, flushed and panting against Max's shoulder as Jamie hides his face there for a moment. He says it like it's a mantra, a way to gather himself together, before pressing a kiss and then a bite into the flesh in front of him.
He only ever seems to make requests when it comes to sex (or anything, really) when he's too overwhelmed to keep the words in, and he babbles softly, pressing kisses into Max's neck:] Next time, another time, I could -- if you wanted me to, you could let me fuck you? [It's clearly a request born out of Max's reaction to even just the echo of it, but the desire the idea sends through Jamie is clear, too. He wants Max in every way he can have him.]
[Feeling the inescapable resonance of love that gathers like ribbons around Max's entire body, he can hardly breathe with the constrictions around his heart pounding its own painfully loving message. The most he can do is continue consuming Jamie with his hands, mouth, and body. It had never been this intense before because he had never loved like this before or was loved like this in return. There are no conditions, no restrictions to this from either of them. ]
You have no idea how much I love you in return. I love you with the space of Oasis, with the heart that's been torn from this chest and replaced. I came back from the dead so I could love you.
[Max knows he hasn't shared this part of this life with Jamie, but he can't help himself. Teeth dig against Jamie's shoulder and he pulls at the skin, tasting it as his own, feeling at one with the man himself as he consumes as much as possible.
The digit within Jamie plunges deeper and is torn in a cycle of moans and deep breathing from Max-- he moves to slide it along Jamie's prostate, adding a second finger when the first has made room. The mounting pressure and need are noted from both of them. Max knows how close they are, but he breathes and works to keep them held at the edge by holding an exact spot on their cocks to help bring down the blood flow. ]
Yes. Oh gods, yes. Please. It's been so long, and I want you inside me. I need you to fill me, too, so that you are a part of me as I am you.
[Something magical happens to Max when he allows someone to fuck him. There's no going back, ever. It takes him over, consumes everything he is, and forever marks him for the other person. His heart, which is already Jamie's, will be even more so. Crashing his mouth against Jamie's in response, Max draws them both into a tempestuous kiss that lasts until they're both running empty of oxygen.]
[It feels surprisingly good to realize that even if Jamie can't find the way to explain it, Max can feel the way his heart swells at his words. The things he says are always perfect, it's like he's always been able to look into Jamie's soul and see the kind of things he needs to hear, the things that will make him feel wanted like he's never been before. Like he's being lit up from the inside. He doesn't know how to explain just how much it means to him, and now he doesn't have to. Max can feel it, know it.
It's a thought that makes him breathless almost as much as Max's teeth in his skin does. Being known like this, understood like this, not having to trust himself to find ways to show it when he never feels like he can -- it's everything he never knew he wanted so badly. The fact that he found the one person maybe in this world that could give that to him makes him dizzyingly grateful. It feels like fate. Like everything lined up to let him be here.
He can barely stay still when a second finger works inside him, almost shaking with how overwhelming everything already feels. He's not entirely sure how Max has the presence of mind to keep then both at bay, grateful as he is for it; it feels like everything else has flown out of his head. All he has is want, and he can't stop making needy noises into the kiss Max draws him into, too eager to silence himself, kissing him for all he's worth.]
Next time -- next time, I promise. I want to make you feel good. I want to take care of you. [A babbling vow. He'd offer now, but he wants it to last, to make sure Max gets everything he wants and needs out of it. He doesn't think either of them have the focus or the patience -- he doesn't even have the patience to wait at this point, and he kisses Max again, biting at his lip, before begging quietly:] I'm ready, it's enough. I want to feel you, please, I need you.
[There are no perfect words to describe the relationship they started the moment they met or that continued the more they got to know one another. It's only grown this day into a greenhouse of emotions that will serve them a lifetime the longer they stay tethered to one another. It's bound to grow heated on days, and yet-- the love that Max has is forever more overwhelming and desperate in ways than he's sure is positive, yet Jamie seems to thrive beneath this knowledge.
Max initially thought of holding back a part of himself, but he couldn't. He should have known he couldn't from Jamie, especially like this. Every time he looks into those eyes across from him, Max feels like there is no air he wants to breathe without Jamie. It's frightening, but incredible. He feels all this because it's always been far too much to say. He imprints his desires and his needs. He is every bit as grateful for Jamie as Jamie is for him.
Filling Jamie's body with his fingers, Max transfers his own need to be filled and his need to fill the other as soon as possible. It's hard to know which desire is greater; they are all tied together between them. It's all an incredible rush, and Max knows this will be a joining like no other. He's already panting before he comes to the same conclusion Jamie makes--. Hoping that it will be okay. ]
Yes, next time. I need you. I need you now. I'll feel you, and you'll feel me ... that's all that matters. I love you.
[Fuck did he love Jamie. Taking a deep breath, he pulled Jamie's leg up around his hip and drowned his dick in lube before slowly beginning to slide inside Jamie's body. It was like being set on fire as he felt himself fill Jamie and felt the emotions coming from Jamie while it happened.] Jamie!
[Max's love might be overwhelming, one of the strongest things he's felt, but that does nothing but draw Jamie in that much more. He doesn't know why it would do anything else. Max has done nothing but make him feel safe and wanted. How could more of that be anything but good? And Jamie's own emotions have always run strong anyway. He loves deep, desperately, devotedly, with everything in him. He's not about to fault anyone else for doing the same. Especially not when he wants that love so badly, when he wants every part of Max to be his, just as much as every piece of him belong to Max.]
Love you, love you, love you... [It's a breathless chant as Max moves to press inside of him, one that breaks on a moan, his voice momentarily faltering. It's still intense every time, always feels like it takes his breath away, feels so good it makes him dizzy. This is so far beyond that, a tight loop of emotion and sensation and desperate, yawning need. Jamie's eyes flutter shut, hands moving senselessly over Max's back, arms, anywhere he can reach, just seeking out more of his skin.
He can't stay still, leg hitching up a little higher and hips moving, trying to get Max deeper inside him, too desperate for that slowness. It takes a moment to remember to breathe, to get his voice back, babbling helplessly as he does:] Max, Max, please, fuck, Max, love you, love you so much.
[A part of Max wonders what he did to deserve a love like this, a love with an intensity that rivals his own. The parts of him that were frightened by the depth of his desire relax, and give in. Max knows that he can share every deep, depraved notion that he has, because Jamie is the other half to his soul already. They've bonded now and there's no going back-- not that he'd want to. Jamie knows and can feel Max's desire to devour Jamie, to wrench through his skin and drink him down to make him a part of Max forever. It's the thought of someone dangerous, and Max's not truly that but his love is a truly terrifying thing at times. The depth is a yawning abyss of need and forever yearning.
When their bodies come together, Max rolls in the mingling of their emotions and physical sensations. The two become one backwards and forwards, inside and out. There's no way that they aren't joined. Max can feel the intense burning and dizziness that Jamie feels, and Jamie should be able to easily feel the tight pull of harrowing ecstasy brought on by being surrounded by tight walls, and the joy of filling the man Max loves. ]
I love you too. Fuck you feel so damn good. I'm never going to let you go. Never. You're mine forever.
[The words are pressed into Jamie's neck, where Max licks and sucks up a small mark. He hadn't meant to mark him where someone else would see, but he couldn't stop himself either. It was all he could do to keep from biting into the gentle flesh. Max's body trembled as he slowly moved in and out of Jamie. He tried to build momentum slowly, edge them along-- but it was nearly impossible with Jamie's incredible need screaming through his head, pulling at his heart.
Before he knew it, his fingers were digging into hip and thigh and hips were snapping away, thrusting with all the power he could muster into the younger man, driving them both mad with the sounds and feelings that flew in this circular frenzy. ]
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[Wanting this to be intimate and knowing that it will be powerful and full of energy for them both, Max takes a moment to remove both their shirts. He pulls Jamie back to the bedroom and smiles softly as he brings him to their bed. It's easier to experience this the first time when the focus isn't split.
Max hasn't let go of Jamie's hands or body the entire time they've moved-- he hasn't broken eye contact either. Even with the tide-like inundations he knows that Jamie will experience, he's feeling increasingly secure in what they have. ]
You have all the choice, and I will never push you away. I will renew this mark as often as you want to keep you connected to me. It lasts about a week but will begin to fade after a few days. My emotions won't be as strong after a little while, but if we continually renew it, you will begin to sense what I feel almost all the time. It will be a bond between us. I can detect you, too, but not as strongly unless we are being intimate. It's ... a lot while we are having sex. That's the best I can describe it until you feel it yourself. I mean, imagine both our orgasms at once, along with all our feelings. I want you to realize what you're getting. I want this with you, want it so much, but I need you to make sure.
[There's a sureness in Max's tone. He knows that Jamie wants this, but it's his entire being that he's giving, and Max has done this before and has been burned so badly. He knows that Jamie isn't like that, but he also wants to give Jamie an understanding of how much he will feel because Max hasn't felt this way in so long, and once they are joined, Max will love even more deeply. They both will because they will feel their wills combine. ]
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It only takes him a moment of consideration to answer, and even that's only because it feels like it should.]
I'm sure. I promise.
[There's so much trust in the way he's looking at Max. Jamie runs a hand down his arm, his side, trying to soothe away any concern that might be there.]
Being connected to you -- I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than that.
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Taking a deep breath, Max nods and quietly places his hand on Jamie's chest over his heart. Closing his eyes, his hand glows red briefly, and then suddenly Jamie will feel the flood of Max's emotions, a tidal wave of everything he's feeling. The dangerous, overwhelming desire, want, need, possessive, and slightly obsessive nature of his love. He will know exactly how deeply Max feels. It's a never-ending well of emotion, a powerful, soul-wrenching, almost painful love that Max has no idea how to keep a lid on. It's beautiful and terrible all at once. It's powerful, and his hand will leave behind a irradescent mark that will tie them together.
After the initial wash, the intensity will mute into something more natural if Jamie allows it to if he accepts what Max feels. When Max's eyes flutter open, there's a slight fear in them, knowing that Jamie can feel all he does. Something about being who he is has made his true love like this. Although this is the first time he's fallen this deeply, he thinks. That, too, can be felt -- everything that Max feels, Jamie will know now. Pain and joy, fear, trepidation, happiness, love, all of it is for Jamie to know. Max holds no more secrets between them. ]
Are, are you okay?
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It's overwhelming, but Jamie's still not scared in the slightest. He could get addicted to this rush of emotion, this complete openness. Wishes he could reach out and show Max a mirror into his own mind, just to truly, completely melt them together.
He's not sure when his eyes have drifted closed, too busy sorting through what's happening in his own head to pay attention. The only outside stimuli that gets through is Max's hand against his skin, Max's voice when he speaks. It doesn't matter. He doesn't have to see that little tremor of fear; he can feel it in his own chest.
Jamie doesn't bother to open his eyes, not immediately, and he doesn't have the words to explain exactly how it feels. He reaches out, instead, hands finding Max as instinctively as a compass finds north, tugging him in close so Jamie can kiss him instead, try to pour all the love and all the desire he's feeling into it, desperate to try to show him the only way he knows.]
I love you. [It's breathless, awed, murmured almost still against Max's mouth.] I love you, I love you -- thank you.
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His hands run along Jamie's chest and upward into his hair, tugging at it lightly as they kiss. He can feel the chords of their passion beating out a unique and gorgeous tune that only they could make together. It all begins to make sense to him: the need, the passion. They share it, and while Max still doesn't know if what he feels is comfortable. He can't stop himself. His need is complete, and it's all-consuming. Knowing that Jamie can feel everything makes it easier -- Max doesn't have to speak. He knows his movements are understood, and the flames of his desire are known.
Even the fact that he's beginning to feel what Jamie does is echoed in his emotions. It's like a never-ending cycle that curls through them both, only adding to the intensity they feel together. ]
I love you too, I love you, want you, need you. You are my home, my everything. Thank you!
[Biting at Jamie's lower lip, Max lingers over the taste of copper that he uncovers. It's a taste of Jamie's soul, of something forbidden that he shouldn't enjoy, and he knows it. If Jamie wants to complain, he'd understand. He'd feel it and know that it wouldn't be acceptable. He'd know that Jamie wouldn't want the same in return. Max has needs that want to take and give all at once, he could swallow down Jamie whole somehow. Take his being, and drink it, bathe in it, live in it. It's about being together and being one like this that drives Max to the extreme of his emotions. He loves to the very corners of his mind, soul and body. ]
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He's never felt this wanted before. He's never wanted anyone this way before. He feels drunk on it.]
You're mine, too. [Another kiss, deep and desperate.] My whole world. You've got me.
[Jamie says it like it's an offering, means it like one. He'd give Max anything he wanted, he'd do anything he was asked. If Max wants to devour him, that's okay -- Jamie wants to be consumed just as much.]
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His hands wander Jamie's perfect dancer form, carving beautiful lines with his digits across the planes of his chest and along his abdomen. Then he moves back up to trace the handprint he left delicately. Then, without much thought, Max bows down to trace it with his tongue. ]
I will always be yours.
[He looks up from where he is and continues to move down slowly. His mouth pays testament to the perfectly honed definition of Jamie's abs, running his tongue back and forth in long stripes until Max reaches the area right above Jamie's pants. He sucks up a bit of skin and bites down around it, pulling it up deep into his mouth. He'd swallow it down whole if he could. He almost does but then releases it to a dark mark and a long groan. ]
Fuck, I love you. I need you so much right now.
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The mark sends a little spike of heat through him, always does. It would be embarrassing knowing how laid bare Jamie's wants are, that Max is seeing how desperately he loves that feeling of being claimed and owned that those marks give him -- except feeling Max's possessiveness for himself tells Jamie that he has nothing to feel ashamed about.]
Please-- [It comes out as a helpless little moan, and he swallows, one hand dropping to Max's shoulder just to sweep over whatever of his skin Jamie can reach, running down over his arm.] I love you, please. Whatever you want.
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Lapping over the small trail that leads directly to Jamie's cock, Max quickly undoes Jamie's button and zipper so that he can mouth along his beloved's thick cock. It makes his body throb with need and burn with pleasure all at once as he feels the pleasure and needs flood through Jamie at his touch.]
Oh Fuck, you're wonderful.
[Pulling off the rest of Jamie's clothes, Max quickly lays him bare. He takes a moment to climb back up his body to kiss him full and hard on the mouth. The kiss is full of tongue, a dirty, thrusting mess that's half in his mouth and half out. Rubbing his body up against Jamie's, Max groans. Even though he's still half-clothed, he can feel Jamie's cock against his stomach and can't wait to fulfill the ache he has to taste every bit of him. ]
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He arches up into Max, kisses him with a fervor, mouth opening immediately under his. One hand settles at Max's shoulder, a leg hitching up around his waist. Jamie arches up into him, simply seeking friction for a moment before he shifts, moving with a sudden and playful instinct to flip the both of them over, straddling Max's hips as he presses him down into the mattress. He bends down to kiss him again, biting at Max's lip, hands all over his chest, reverential in his touches. It doesn't matter that he knows Max can feel all that Jamie feels for him -- it doesn't stop him from wanting to show him how much he's loved, too.]
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Jesus, you are so fucking gorgeous. How did I manage you?
[Still wearing pants, he can't find the exact friction he seeks, but that doesn't keep him from rolling his hips up toward Jamie. There's always that impending sensation coming that will echo his action from Jamie's body. It's a wealth of information and exploding friction in his brain from every touch, every nip and pull between them. It's nothing he's felt in years-- and never to this degree.
Moans and low growls merely exist in the room like they were pulled from the corners, the ceiling, the bed themselves as they travel from Max and reverberate around. He's far from silent about how he feels. There's an ache that continues to pulse and drive Max upward until he's captured Jamie's mouth in a long, biting kiss, sitting up-- his arms around Jamie, clinging to every inch of him as they devour one another.]
Undo my pants. Please.
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[It's about a hair's breadth away from being nonsense, babbling adoration, but every bit of it is genuine. Everything he's saying is echoed in the emotions coming through, the strength of his admiration and his love as clear as his desire, and all of them only building.
He groans lowly against Max's mouth as he kisses him, returns it desperately, hips grinding down against him. Jamie's panting a little when he nods, swallows hard as he tries to find his voice again.] Yeah, yes, of course.
[His hands slide down immediately, obediently, to get Max's pants open. At the same time, Jamie bends to press a lingering, sucking kiss against Max's throat, shifting as he moves down to mouth his way down his torso, little bites and worshipful kisses. He only stops for a moment when he gets to the waistband of Max's pants, nuzzling another soft kiss there as he moves to tug his clothes down, leaning in to trace his tongue up the length of Max's cock as he gets it free.]
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Feeling those fingers at his button and zipper, Max's hips surge upward of their own accord. He's eager and almost forcefully desperate to feel the touch of Jamie against his swollen cock. ]
Ooohhhh, baby. I love it when you touch me, when you kiss me near there.
[He inhales the words with a growl, making them come out deep from the back of his throat. Max loves the tiny bites and wonderful bits of worship from the younger male. He reaches out and slides his digits along Jamie's shoulder-- so broad and purposeful. He would make a grand swimmer with shoulders like those. So fucking perfect. Once he's naked, Max is about to pull Jamie up to him when Jamie runs his tongue along his wide cock. It shouldn't have been a surprise with them connected, but the pleasure runs an electrical current through them both, singing along their nerves with sensations of want and deep, deep desire, not only for more but to return the act all the same. It's an incredible cycle that turns Max on hard as it pings between them emotionally as well. ]
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The shared feeling goes straight through him, and Jamie muffles a moan against Max's thigh, kissing and then sucking hard at the skin, aiming to leave behind a dark spot of his own. A little reminder, just for the two of them. The possessiveness is usually quieter in Jamie, the desire to be claimed a lot stronger than the urge to stake one in return, but everything feels heightened right now. He wants, and he doesn't even really know what it is he wants. Just Max. Just this.
He nuzzles another kiss over the spot once he's done, hips shifting thoughtlessly to rub against the bed with another quiet noise.] Fuck. I love the way you taste. [Followed by another swipe of his tongue along his cock before he glances up, just wants to see Max's face.]
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A rumble moves through Max's entire being when Jamie's mouth clamps down on his thigh. Max knows what he's doing and is desperate for it. His need is almost violent in want. Just as he wanted to devour Jamie, Max wants to be taken and devoured in the same manner. He feels that absolute desperation to know that he is wanted in the same way. It's horrible in its beauty. The deeper Jamie pulls against the skin, the louder Max becomes, moaning against the press of air above him.
Fingers dive into the short strands of Jamie's hair, and cling to his scalp. He lifts his head and then drops it back to the pillow when Jamie lifts his head with a profound sigh once the mark is created. Max knows that he'll work to keep it there for as long as he can, pressing into it for the next several days to come. ]
Jesus. I love it when you taste me. You're so damn amazing. Damn it, baby. I love you so much. [There's a pause leveled by a loud 'oh god' when Jamie's mouth laves one more stripe up along Max's cock. He thrusts his hips forward and groans loudly, obviously aching for more-- even if he was the one who was going to attack Jamie's body initally. He can't stop himself from wanting this, needing this. The feel of Jamie's mouth hot and warm against his heavily aching erection.]
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And that's just what there was before forging a magical connection that mean he can feel Max imprinted on his very soul. That intimacy just feeds into everything else.]
I love you. [Emphatic and full of emotion, spoken against the top of Max's thigh as he presses a kiss there. There's a groan in his voice, unbelievably turned on even though he's not being touched right now.] I love you, I love you, I love you-- [One for every kiss as he makes a path across Max's skin to suck another mark high against his hip.]
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The new mark has Max arching up again with another incredibly loud moan. ] Yes. oh gods. I would tattoo that there if I could. I love you infinitely and then more.
[It feels like Max is running the highest height he could ever imagine. Sitting up a little, he pulls Jamie up to him and drags his mouth back so that they can kiss again. Max knew that he would dry up like the Sahara if he didn't have a taste of the younger male just then. He needed to nip, bite and tie their tounges together in that perfect dance between them. It's even better now, because they both can anticipate the other male's need, messy and wet.
Max's nails score lines along Jamie's back now that he has him close again, legs anchoring their bodies together so that Max can feel them together completely like they should be. He sighs and groans somehow all at once. ]
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He whines into the kiss, hips rocking against Max, needy and seeking friction. One hand trails down his side until Jamie's fingers can press against that new mark, making sure the sensation doesn't have the slightest chance to fade.
He doesn't have words anymore, they slip away from him so easily and this is so much. Just noise, wordless and unrestrained, a desperate symphony of want and awe and adoration.]
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Unable to ignore the want, Max reaches for their lubricant and wets his fingers. Without preamble or thought, he slides his hand down and wraps it around Jamie's absolutely divine cock, feeling the pressure of it around his own. It's heady, and Max can't keep himself from panting while he slicks up the long, thick, erection. His fingers slip back from there, and one finds that tight small entrance.
Pressing a single digit inside has Max arching up against Jamie with a loud cry. It's been ages since anyone has had him, or touched him in that way and their connection allows him to feel a portion of what Jamie feels, and even in part it still rips through Max in a way that unites him and Jamie together forever with a bond that Max will never forget. ]
Oh fuck, Jamie. Fuck, I love that. I love you.
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Love you, love you. [Mumbled, flushed and panting against Max's shoulder as Jamie hides his face there for a moment. He says it like it's a mantra, a way to gather himself together, before pressing a kiss and then a bite into the flesh in front of him.
He only ever seems to make requests when it comes to sex (or anything, really) when he's too overwhelmed to keep the words in, and he babbles softly, pressing kisses into Max's neck:] Next time, another time, I could -- if you wanted me to, you could let me fuck you? [It's clearly a request born out of Max's reaction to even just the echo of it, but the desire the idea sends through Jamie is clear, too. He wants Max in every way he can have him.]
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You have no idea how much I love you in return. I love you with the space of Oasis, with the heart that's been torn from this chest and replaced. I came back from the dead so I could love you.
[Max knows he hasn't shared this part of this life with Jamie, but he can't help himself. Teeth dig against Jamie's shoulder and he pulls at the skin, tasting it as his own, feeling at one with the man himself as he consumes as much as possible.
The digit within Jamie plunges deeper and is torn in a cycle of moans and deep breathing from Max-- he moves to slide it along Jamie's prostate, adding a second finger when the first has made room. The mounting pressure and need are noted from both of them. Max knows how close they are, but he breathes and works to keep them held at the edge by holding an exact spot on their cocks to help bring down the blood flow. ]
Yes. Oh gods, yes. Please. It's been so long, and I want you inside me. I need you to fill me, too, so that you are a part of me as I am you.
[Something magical happens to Max when he allows someone to fuck him. There's no going back, ever. It takes him over, consumes everything he is, and forever marks him for the other person. His heart, which is already Jamie's, will be even more so. Crashing his mouth against Jamie's in response, Max draws them both into a tempestuous kiss that lasts until they're both running empty of oxygen.]
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It's a thought that makes him breathless almost as much as Max's teeth in his skin does. Being known like this, understood like this, not having to trust himself to find ways to show it when he never feels like he can -- it's everything he never knew he wanted so badly. The fact that he found the one person maybe in this world that could give that to him makes him dizzyingly grateful. It feels like fate. Like everything lined up to let him be here.
He can barely stay still when a second finger works inside him, almost shaking with how overwhelming everything already feels. He's not entirely sure how Max has the presence of mind to keep then both at bay, grateful as he is for it; it feels like everything else has flown out of his head. All he has is want, and he can't stop making needy noises into the kiss Max draws him into, too eager to silence himself, kissing him for all he's worth.]
Next time -- next time, I promise. I want to make you feel good. I want to take care of you. [A babbling vow. He'd offer now, but he wants it to last, to make sure Max gets everything he wants and needs out of it. He doesn't think either of them have the focus or the patience -- he doesn't even have the patience to wait at this point, and he kisses Max again, biting at his lip, before begging quietly:] I'm ready, it's enough. I want to feel you, please, I need you.
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Max initially thought of holding back a part of himself, but he couldn't. He should have known he couldn't from Jamie, especially like this. Every time he looks into those eyes across from him, Max feels like there is no air he wants to breathe without Jamie. It's frightening, but incredible. He feels all this because it's always been far too much to say. He imprints his desires and his needs. He is every bit as grateful for Jamie as Jamie is for him.
Filling Jamie's body with his fingers, Max transfers his own need to be filled and his need to fill the other as soon as possible. It's hard to know which desire is greater; they are all tied together between them. It's all an incredible rush, and Max knows this will be a joining like no other. He's already panting before he comes to the same conclusion Jamie makes--. Hoping that it will be okay. ]
Yes, next time. I need you. I need you now. I'll feel you, and you'll feel me ... that's all that matters. I love you.
[Fuck did he love Jamie. Taking a deep breath, he pulled Jamie's leg up around his hip and drowned his dick in lube before slowly beginning to slide inside Jamie's body. It was like being set on fire as he felt himself fill Jamie and felt the emotions coming from Jamie while it happened.] Jamie!
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Love you, love you, love you... [It's a breathless chant as Max moves to press inside of him, one that breaks on a moan, his voice momentarily faltering. It's still intense every time, always feels like it takes his breath away, feels so good it makes him dizzy. This is so far beyond that, a tight loop of emotion and sensation and desperate, yawning need. Jamie's eyes flutter shut, hands moving senselessly over Max's back, arms, anywhere he can reach, just seeking out more of his skin.
He can't stay still, leg hitching up a little higher and hips moving, trying to get Max deeper inside him, too desperate for that slowness. It takes a moment to remember to breathe, to get his voice back, babbling helplessly as he does:] Max, Max, please, fuck, Max, love you, love you so much.
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When their bodies come together, Max rolls in the mingling of their emotions and physical sensations. The two become one backwards and forwards, inside and out. There's no way that they aren't joined. Max can feel the intense burning and dizziness that Jamie feels, and Jamie should be able to easily feel the tight pull of harrowing ecstasy brought on by being surrounded by tight walls, and the joy of filling the man Max loves. ]
I love you too. Fuck you feel so damn good. I'm never going to let you go. Never. You're mine forever.
[The words are pressed into Jamie's neck, where Max licks and sucks up a small mark. He hadn't meant to mark him where someone else would see, but he couldn't stop himself either. It was all he could do to keep from biting into the gentle flesh. Max's body trembled as he slowly moved in and out of Jamie. He tried to build momentum slowly, edge them along-- but it was nearly impossible with Jamie's incredible need screaming through his head, pulling at his heart.
Before he knew it, his fingers were digging into hip and thigh and hips were snapping away, thrusting with all the power he could muster into the younger man, driving them both mad with the sounds and feelings that flew in this circular frenzy. ]
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