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Date: 2024-12-14 11:17 pm (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (I'm a fool for you; I'm a fool)
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[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.

Date: 2024-12-15 10:08 pm (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (I'm a fool for you)
From: [personal profile] seemssopleasing
[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.]

Date: 2024-12-16 08:11 pm (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (I'm a fool for you; I'm a fool)
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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.]

Date: 2024-12-17 10:06 pm (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (the ebb and the flow; the undertow)
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[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.]

Date: 2024-12-20 11:47 pm (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (I'm a fool for you; I'm a fool)
From: [personal profile] seemssopleasing
[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.]

Date: 2024-12-22 06:49 pm (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (one more; oh)
From: [personal profile] seemssopleasing
[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.]

Date: 2024-12-24 11:18 pm (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (can't get the words out my throat)
From: [personal profile] seemssopleasing
[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.]

Date: 2025-01-08 10:15 am (UTC)
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[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.

Date: 2025-01-09 09:36 am (UTC)
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[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.

Date: 2025-01-12 11:52 pm (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (lay me down love; lay low; stay low)
From: [personal profile] seemssopleasing
[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.]

Date: 2025-01-15 12:24 am (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (stay low; stay low)
From: [personal profile] seemssopleasing
[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.]

Date: 2025-01-18 09:13 am (UTC)
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[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.]

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