[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.
[It's strange how he feels more aware of the way Max's powers recede than he really noticed them there in the first place. In a weird way, those little spikes have become comforting since he learned about them. It's like a signal of where he is and who he's with. Not that Jamie often forgets, but -- any way he can feel Max with him is something he treasures. Whether that's his arms around him and his powers running over his skin, or the marks that he leaves behind.
Or this, now, something -- not permanent, but so much more all the same.]
I do. Or, I will. I don't want this to go anywhere. [He sounds absolutely sure already -- but he doesn't mind so much if he'll have to tell Max again next time, either, understands why he might worry about it.]
[Maybe it's strange to say now, here, like this, but they've already said it while they were making love, and Max wants to repeat it during the afterglow while they're laying here tied together emotionally, but not in the same overwhelming manner physically.
Inhaling deeply, Max tries to let his body relax against the intensity it's feeling from the mark. He can't remember such a deep influx of emotions before—and why should he? He's never felt like this, never given this much, not even to the first guy he was with, and never with Liz, even if they were engaged at one point.
He knows that one day, he and Jamie will have to talk about that if they ever go back to Roswell. She's not there, but the legend of their relationship is. Plus, Max only ever wants to be upfront with Jamie about his entire life. ]
I'll do my best to remember, and with you living here, it will be easier. I'll be able to see when it begins to fade. It's nice to see you get dressed in the morning and at night. You're so damn good-looking. Rawr.
[It's a gentle tease, and Max smiles lopsidedly to lean in and nip at Jamie's chin before kissing him gently.]
[The teasing draws a little bubble of laughter out of him, muffling against Max's mouth as he leans into the kiss, winding an arm around his neck to keep him there a little longer.]
Yeah? [He's grinning, kissing Max again softly before he goes on, almost still against his mouth.] That's funny, watching you get dressed is kind of a disappointment. I like you better like this. [His other hand skims down Max's side, as if clarifying what he means.
The intensity hasn't completely subsided, the overwhelming sensation of everything mingling at once lingering over him, heavy but comfortable, like a blanket. But more than anything, as the physical side begins to settle and he adjusts to the sensation of Max's emotions butting against his own, what Jamie feels is just happiness. Pure and simple, and practically pouring off of him.
Max loves him; he loves Max. The rest of it's good, but that's all he needs to feel like he's walking on air.]
[Rolling a nipple between his fingers, Max winks playfully and then wraps almost surprisingly strong arms around Jamie and rocks him back and forth in a deeply tight hug, until he has the younger man laying on top of him, completely rested and at ease again-- perhaps chuckling softly from the surprise move.]
Listen, I'm not fucking saying that I don't like you exactly like this, but when we gotta go out, I enjoy watching you slide into those tight jeans and tuck it all away. You do it so well. You could almost be a cowboy.
[Leaning up, Max kisses Jamie deeply -- letting the heavy drag of power and life flow between them. There's an echo of the world as Max can feel it, the way he can take it apart and put it back together that always resides within him, and if he concentrates, he can project that into their bond. It's a gift he didn't know or understand at first, but now it's always there, below the surface. Letting Jamie feel it seems only natural, an extension of their bond. Healing and loving, feeling the balance of the universe around them. ]
[Surprised as Jamie is, he's still perfectly relaxed and pliable for Max to move him around. Trusting. His laugh is pressed into Max's shoulder as he settles over him, nuzzling a quick kiss against the skin before he draws back enough to look down at him again.]
M'not gonna complain. I like you watching. [Which is probably the least surprising thing he could ever say, considering the way he lights up under Max's attention at all times.
He leans down to meet that kiss without hesitation, his hand coming up to touch Max's cheek gently. The power's intense enough to make his head spin a little, sending a little shiver down his spine, but Jamie's fascinated above anything else. As eager to understand more of this as he is everything else about Max. He'll draw out the kiss as long as he can manage, just trying to stay connected as much as he can.]
[There's a still, small voice that tries to chase this all away in Max's head now and then when he gazes at the adoration and love that lingers so utterly in the complete countenance of Jamie's visage. It hungers to tell Max that this will all go away in the same type of instant that it did with anyone else he loved, but there's been no one he's loved like this. In that second, he wants to hurt that voice in his head.
He can feel the storm simmer below the surface, that little dark pit -- the dark possessive side of him grips Jamie's ass a little tighter, even through Jamie's sunlight on his face. He shivers ever so slightly against his lover. ]
We were made to watch and take advantage of. Always need you watching me. Only me, my sweet angel.
[Fingers are gentle as they measure the length of Jamie's spine again. He's so fucking lucky, and he knows it. He won't let his doubts get to him. He won't let any curse of his family tear this apart. His brother and sister both made it. It's his turn now. Sighing, he raises his fingers to laze through Jamie's hair.]
Fuck. I guess we should probably pass out, or I don't know. I'm worked up and tired all at once. It's the strangest feeling.
Only you. It's hard to notice anyone else when you're around. [A soft little reassurance, utterly genuine. Jamie doesn't think he's so much as looked at anyone else since Max came into his life; even his friendships have been suffering a little, all his attention and affection laser focused in a way he's never really been before. His thumb strokes gently over Max's cheekbone, ducking in to press a kiss against his other cheek, soft and sweet.
His head drops to rest against Max's chest at the feeling of fingers in his hair, humming softly, considering.] We can just -- try to relax for a little while. I don't think I could sleep anyway.
I feel the same way. There's only you in the room anymore, only you in my thoughts. I have a feeling you're going to feel me pulsing through that mark quite a bit. It'll take time to get used to, but I hope you will.
[All the intensity of Max Evans was plenty; all of it laser-focused on how he loved Jamie was going to be an avalanche of emotions in the best and worst ways. Max already could feel it inside him, but he trusted Jamie to handle it all, to handle him. Max wouldn't have given Jamie the mark-- or have made love to him in the way he just did if he didn't think they could do this.
Maybe it would blow up in Max's face, but wasn't this worth it-- this night, this love? Having this for as long as he did was worth any amount of pain he might face later. Jamie was worth it all. Max was sure of that now. He leaned against Jamie and watched as the younger male relaxed against his chest, no doubt hearing the pounding of his heart tumbling away in his chest, sighing softly. Max closed his eyes and thought about what the future would bring for them. ]
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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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Date: 2025-01-24 06:18 am (UTC)[It's strange how he feels more aware of the way Max's powers recede than he really noticed them there in the first place. In a weird way, those little spikes have become comforting since he learned about them. It's like a signal of where he is and who he's with. Not that Jamie often forgets, but -- any way he can feel Max with him is something he treasures. Whether that's his arms around him and his powers running over his skin, or the marks that he leaves behind.
Or this, now, something -- not permanent, but so much more all the same.]
I do. Or, I will. I don't want this to go anywhere. [He sounds absolutely sure already -- but he doesn't mind so much if he'll have to tell Max again next time, either, understands why he might worry about it.]
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Date: 2025-01-26 11:26 pm (UTC)[Maybe it's strange to say now, here, like this, but they've already said it while they were making love, and Max wants to repeat it during the afterglow while they're laying here tied together emotionally, but not in the same overwhelming manner physically.
Inhaling deeply, Max tries to let his body relax against the intensity it's feeling from the mark. He can't remember such a deep influx of emotions before—and why should he? He's never felt like this, never given this much, not even to the first guy he was with, and never with Liz, even if they were engaged at one point.
He knows that one day, he and Jamie will have to talk about that if they ever go back to Roswell. She's not there, but the legend of their relationship is. Plus, Max only ever wants to be upfront with Jamie about his entire life. ]
I'll do my best to remember, and with you living here, it will be easier. I'll be able to see when it begins to fade. It's nice to see you get dressed in the morning and at night. You're so damn good-looking. Rawr.
[It's a gentle tease, and Max smiles lopsidedly to lean in and nip at Jamie's chin before kissing him gently.]
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Date: 2025-01-27 04:50 am (UTC)Yeah? [He's grinning, kissing Max again softly before he goes on, almost still against his mouth.] That's funny, watching you get dressed is kind of a disappointment. I like you better like this. [His other hand skims down Max's side, as if clarifying what he means.
The intensity hasn't completely subsided, the overwhelming sensation of everything mingling at once lingering over him, heavy but comfortable, like a blanket. But more than anything, as the physical side begins to settle and he adjusts to the sensation of Max's emotions butting against his own, what Jamie feels is just happiness. Pure and simple, and practically pouring off of him.
Max loves him; he loves Max. The rest of it's good, but that's all he needs to feel like he's walking on air.]
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Date: 2025-02-02 09:35 pm (UTC)Listen, I'm not fucking saying that I don't like you exactly like this, but when we gotta go out, I enjoy watching you slide into those tight jeans and tuck it all away. You do it so well. You could almost be a cowboy.
[Leaning up, Max kisses Jamie deeply -- letting the heavy drag of power and life flow between them. There's an echo of the world as Max can feel it, the way he can take it apart and put it back together that always resides within him, and if he concentrates, he can project that into their bond. It's a gift he didn't know or understand at first, but now it's always there, below the surface. Letting Jamie feel it seems only natural, an extension of their bond. Healing and loving, feeling the balance of the universe around them. ]
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Date: 2025-02-03 05:12 am (UTC)M'not gonna complain. I like you watching. [Which is probably the least surprising thing he could ever say, considering the way he lights up under Max's attention at all times.
He leans down to meet that kiss without hesitation, his hand coming up to touch Max's cheek gently. The power's intense enough to make his head spin a little, sending a little shiver down his spine, but Jamie's fascinated above anything else. As eager to understand more of this as he is everything else about Max. He'll draw out the kiss as long as he can manage, just trying to stay connected as much as he can.]
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Date: 2025-02-06 08:09 pm (UTC)He can feel the storm simmer below the surface, that little dark pit -- the dark possessive side of him grips Jamie's ass a little tighter, even through Jamie's sunlight on his face. He shivers ever so slightly against his lover. ]
We were made to watch and take advantage of. Always need you watching me. Only me, my sweet angel.
[Fingers are gentle as they measure the length of Jamie's spine again. He's so fucking lucky, and he knows it. He won't let his doubts get to him. He won't let any curse of his family tear this apart. His brother and sister both made it. It's his turn now. Sighing, he raises his fingers to laze through Jamie's hair.]
Fuck. I guess we should probably pass out, or I don't know. I'm worked up and tired all at once. It's the strangest feeling.
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Date: 2025-02-06 10:45 pm (UTC)His head drops to rest against Max's chest at the feeling of fingers in his hair, humming softly, considering.] We can just -- try to relax for a little while. I don't think I could sleep anyway.
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Date: 2025-02-07 10:16 pm (UTC)[All the intensity of Max Evans was plenty; all of it laser-focused on how he loved Jamie was going to be an avalanche of emotions in the best and worst ways. Max already could feel it inside him, but he trusted Jamie to handle it all, to handle him. Max wouldn't have given Jamie the mark-- or have made love to him in the way he just did if he didn't think they could do this.
Maybe it would blow up in Max's face, but wasn't this worth it-- this night, this love? Having this for as long as he did was worth any amount of pain he might face later. Jamie was worth it all. Max was sure of that now. He leaned against Jamie and watched as the younger male relaxed against his chest, no doubt hearing the pounding of his heart tumbling away in his chest, sighing softly. Max closed his eyes and thought about what the future would bring for them. ]