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Max Evans ([personal profile] revolvings) wrote2025-05-07 01:49 pm

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seemssopleasing: (you chase me while I play the clown)

[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-14 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
seemssopleasing: (I'm a fool for you; I'm a fool)

[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-14 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-14 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-14 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-15 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-16 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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.]
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-17 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-20 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-22 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2024-12-24 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2025-01-08 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
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[personal profile] seemssopleasing 2025-01-09 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
[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.

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