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Date: 2025-01-15 12:24 am (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2025-01-24 06:18 am (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (oh; one more night)
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I love 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.]

Date: 2025-01-27 04:50 am (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (I'm a fool for you)
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[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.]

Date: 2025-02-03 05:12 am (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (can't get the words out my throat)
From: [personal profile] seemssopleasing
[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.]

Date: 2025-02-06 10:45 pm (UTC)
seemssopleasing: (stay low; stay low)
From: [personal profile] seemssopleasing
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.

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