[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. ]
[It is an assault on the senses in only the best possible way, emotions building on each other until it feels like his heart could burst. Jamie is usually so fully aware of his own body, every motion and every inch. But with everything blending, it's almost like he loses track of where he ends and Max begins, what sensation starts where. What's left is sheer instinct, chasing contact, closeness and friction, aching for every bit of it.
The last thing he's going to do is to complain about another mark. It's hard to care how noticeable it gets, to feel anything besides pleased to know how obvious Max's claim on him is. Jamie does try to keep his head most of the time, not encourage him to be too obvious -- but right now there's no room for thought about anything outside this bed. Everything he does is an encouragement, the way his head tilts back to leave more skin bared and the way his hand clutches at the back of Max's neck, the flush of happiness and desire that floods through him at the thought of it.]
Only yours. [An addition, not quite a correction. Max knows, he knows that Max knows, but Jamie can't help it, he wants it said, too. Wants to be sure that there's no question about it.] All yours -- always, baby. Forever. I always want you, always, I love you. [He doesn't seem to really notice or care the way he's repeating himself, just spilling out adoration and affection as he meets the way Max moves, driving him closer and closer to the edge, the desperate desire he feels from their shared excitement only getting stronger.]
[If only this magical joining of their souls could continue to merge on a neverending round, but there must eventually come a conclusion. Max takes up the extra skin that Jamie's offered, skimming his teeth downward, dragging them in a straight line along his chest - marking him as he goes and then stopping to suck up more desperate vouchers of his love. Jamie is now covered in marks, and perhaps Max will feel some reproach in the morning light, but with them tied together like this, the only thing he feels is the infinite need to claim Jamie and make sure that they are joined, marked together, made one in unison until the spell between them has to break.
The quicker Max's hips drive themselves deep into Jamie's body; the more Max feels himself filled with the generous pleasure of being lost in the thickness of being filled. It's almost too much, and he knows he only has moments longer. Taking his hand, he curls it around Jamie's cock and rocks it with his hips-- pulling the younger male along toward his final glory. ]
I can't last any longer. Jamie, you're going to make me come. I'm only yours too, fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming. Fuck, I love you. Fuck.
[Thrusting deep, Max's body stutters and loses its rhythm as he jams himself deeper than he ever has before, releasing his seed deep within his lover. Moans and cries blind him as he pulls Jamie along the best he can-- Jamie should be able to feel the blinding white pleasure of Max's orgasm, as Max will be able to feel Jamie's in a circular round of pleasure, each one topping the other, building into something higher, more magnificent than has ever been felt before.]
[Every little mark just seems to drive him into Max with more of a fervor, make him moan louder, want more. Need more, every little reminder of Max's claim on him completely welcome. There isn't any room in Jamie left for words, for anything but feeling, especially when Max's hand closes around him. His movements are more desperate by the second, trying to get more of both the touch and the phantom sensation of what Max is feeling inside him.
There's no use in trying to hold on. Once Max lets loose, Jamie's gone, spilling over with a cry loud enough that it's almost a shout. The way it builds is addictive, a high like nothing he's ever felt before. It stretches everything out, drowning in the moment, and it feels like forever before it even starts to fade, leaving him shaking and panting, clutching at Max before he even registers he's doing it.
He still doesn't quite have words; his hands just shift against Max's skin, trying to keep him in close, the skin contact somehow both adding to the way he's buzzing and helping him to come down.]
[When Jamie squeezes around Max, all those muscles tightening and his body clenching up with release, Max can feel what he knows will be his doom. How can one man undergo so much pleasure wrapped in one experience? Love manifested and intensified, power undone with such an overwhelming force. His voice picks up as well in chorus with Jamie's.
Life, the universe as he knows it, spins out of control until suddenly it quiets, and all that's left is ragged breath tearing through the pair of them. Aftershocks thrill his system here and there, making Max jerk against Jamie with a muttered moan until he can finally relax and remember his name, his heartbeat, and possibly even how to work the ins and outs of oxygen and how the diaphragm works to pull it in and out of his lungs.
Unable to speak, he nuzzles against Jamie-- almost certain he feels the same. Tying them together was one of the most wonderous experiences, and Max is thrilled that they have this intimate knowledge of each other now. He never wants to be parted. There will be no one who can break this bond. No one can tear what they have from them. ]
[Jamie's first response is a soft hum, a little shiver running through him in the aftermath, still too spun out for words. His hands run through Max's hair, down his back, affection in every touch, still pouring through him and radiating out into this new thing between them.]
Right here. [Murmured with a quiet sense of awe. It's still hard to believe he gets this. How is it possible he gets all of this?
He nuzzles kisses into Max's skin wherever he can, soft and adoring. He's quiet for a little bit longer before his hand comes up to trace over the edge of the handprint sitting on his chest, thoughtful.] How long did you say it lasts? [It's pure curiosity -- and probably hard to mistake the question for anything negative with the happiness still rising off of him, the way his touch is almost reverent over the spot where Max has marked him.]
[What are words in the wake of what just happened? There's so much still flowing between them, emotions that words will never encapsulate. Max's body still feels like it's thrumming with electricity, he's surprised that he didn't blow out all the lights in the room when they came. As it was, there was only one light that shattered, and he didn't even notice it.
It's only now that he can feel the slight hum of static running over their skin. Concentrating for a second, Max pulls it back and dampens his powers. It's near impossible with the tidal wave of radiating adoration and deep, unyielding passion that Max is feeling.
When Jamie brings his hand up to touch Max's mark, Max covers it with his own hand, holding tightly to this man he loves with an unquestioning depth. ]
It will begin to fade in about three to four days but lasts about a week. If you want, I will renew it when we need to. I want to be close to you.
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Date: 2024-12-14 10:22 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-14 11:17 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-15 09:27 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-15 10:08 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-16 07:10 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-16 08:11 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-12-17 09:04 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-17 10:06 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-20 07:05 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-20 11:47 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-22 06:20 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-22 06:49 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-24 10:50 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-24 11:18 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-28 12:03 am (UTC)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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Date: 2025-01-08 10:15 am (UTC)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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Date: 2025-01-08 09:27 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-01-09 09:36 am (UTC)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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Date: 2025-01-12 09:20 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-01-12 11:52 pm (UTC)The last thing he's going to do is to complain about another mark. It's hard to care how noticeable it gets, to feel anything besides pleased to know how obvious Max's claim on him is. Jamie does try to keep his head most of the time, not encourage him to be too obvious -- but right now there's no room for thought about anything outside this bed. Everything he does is an encouragement, the way his head tilts back to leave more skin bared and the way his hand clutches at the back of Max's neck, the flush of happiness and desire that floods through him at the thought of it.]
Only yours. [An addition, not quite a correction. Max knows, he knows that Max knows, but Jamie can't help it, he wants it said, too. Wants to be sure that there's no question about it.] All yours -- always, baby. Forever. I always want you, always, I love you. [He doesn't seem to really notice or care the way he's repeating himself, just spilling out adoration and affection as he meets the way Max moves, driving him closer and closer to the edge, the desperate desire he feels from their shared excitement only getting stronger.]
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Date: 2025-01-14 06:34 pm (UTC)The quicker Max's hips drive themselves deep into Jamie's body; the more Max feels himself filled with the generous pleasure of being lost in the thickness of being filled. It's almost too much, and he knows he only has moments longer. Taking his hand, he curls it around Jamie's cock and rocks it with his hips-- pulling the younger male along toward his final glory. ]
I can't last any longer. Jamie, you're going to make me come. I'm only yours too, fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming. Fuck, I love you. Fuck.
[Thrusting deep, Max's body stutters and loses its rhythm as he jams himself deeper than he ever has before, releasing his seed deep within his lover. Moans and cries blind him as he pulls Jamie along the best he can-- Jamie should be able to feel the blinding white pleasure of Max's orgasm, as Max will be able to feel Jamie's in a circular round of pleasure, each one topping the other, building into something higher, more magnificent than has ever been felt before.]
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Date: 2025-01-15 12:24 am (UTC)There's no use in trying to hold on. Once Max lets loose, Jamie's gone, spilling over with a cry loud enough that it's almost a shout. The way it builds is addictive, a high like nothing he's ever felt before. It stretches everything out, drowning in the moment, and it feels like forever before it even starts to fade, leaving him shaking and panting, clutching at Max before he even registers he's doing it.
He still doesn't quite have words; his hands just shift against Max's skin, trying to keep him in close, the skin contact somehow both adding to the way he's buzzing and helping him to come down.]
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Date: 2025-01-16 06:44 pm (UTC)Life, the universe as he knows it, spins out of control until suddenly it quiets, and all that's left is ragged breath tearing through the pair of them. Aftershocks thrill his system here and there, making Max jerk against Jamie with a muttered moan until he can finally relax and remember his name, his heartbeat, and possibly even how to work the ins and outs of oxygen and how the diaphragm works to pull it in and out of his lungs.
Unable to speak, he nuzzles against Jamie-- almost certain he feels the same. Tying them together was one of the most wonderous experiences, and Max is thrilled that they have this intimate knowledge of each other now. He never wants to be parted. There will be no one who can break this bond. No one can tear what they have from them. ]
Oh gods. Jamie. My love.
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Date: 2025-01-18 09:13 am (UTC)Right here. [Murmured with a quiet sense of awe. It's still hard to believe he gets this. How is it possible he gets all of this?
He nuzzles kisses into Max's skin wherever he can, soft and adoring. He's quiet for a little bit longer before his hand comes up to trace over the edge of the handprint sitting on his chest, thoughtful.] How long did you say it lasts? [It's pure curiosity -- and probably hard to mistake the question for anything negative with the happiness still rising off of him, the way his touch is almost reverent over the spot where Max has marked him.]
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Date: 2025-01-19 05:06 pm (UTC)[What are words in the wake of what just happened? There's so much still flowing between them, emotions that words will never encapsulate. Max's body still feels like it's thrumming with electricity, he's surprised that he didn't blow out all the lights in the room when they came. As it was, there was only one light that shattered, and he didn't even notice it.
It's only now that he can feel the slight hum of static running over their skin. Concentrating for a second, Max pulls it back and dampens his powers. It's near impossible with the tidal wave of radiating adoration and deep, unyielding passion that Max is feeling.
When Jamie brings his hand up to touch Max's mark, Max covers it with his own hand, holding tightly to this man he loves with an unquestioning depth. ]
It will begin to fade in about three to four days but lasts about a week. If you want, I will renew it when we need to. I want to be close to you.
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