Feeling the way Michael once more fills him in a different way is a miracle all on its own. He can hear the thoughts, and feel his partner's emotions now. The way they are connected is completely beyond anything a normal human would ever think of. More now that ever, Max is exceptionally grateful that somehow he and Michael managed to find one another. If this wasn't meant to be, then there were never two people meant to be on any planet in any galaxy.
The taste of their mingled bloods across Michael's cock is like the finest wine, sipped at some fancy New England or french winery. Max has only heard of those places, but he knows that nothing could taste sweeter, or more like milk and honey than this. It melts over his palate as he dunks himself down, swallowing Michael and lapping his way back up. Max curls his tongue and then flattens it. He plays every tune that he's learned, and fine tunes Michael's cock like a violin as he plays around it, letting the one he loves more than life itself set the pace, bloodied fingers gripped tightly in his hair.
The only surprise is when he dives down and finds his mouth full of warm strands of his beloved's come. Max should have been listening to Michael's breath, but he was far too wrapped up in the debauchery of it all, the flavors, the feeling of blood dripping down his face, his body as they dripped across themselves and one another, wounds continually pressed upon and tore at to keep them bleeding. Pulling back a little, Max sputters and a little come drips from his mouth in surprise-- but he chases it, going after every bit that he can.
"Fuck baby, oh god. Yes. Mmm, that's what I wanted. Oh yes." He climbs up Michael's body, licking up streams of crimson life, and then takes his beloved's mouth and crosses their tongues, sharing all the leftover come on his tongue, the strings of it he didn't swallow back as he does so. Max is filthy in blood and come, and reaches down to the little bits he missed and takes them on his fingers to smear over his body and into the blood. He's wearing all of michael, dressed in his sex, his blood. He'd wear everything and not be ashamed.
"We're not even close to being done for the night..." He whispers, and nips at the corner of Michael's ear, sucking at the lip of it pulling until he creates a bruise even there.
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Date: 2023-06-11 04:29 pm (UTC)The taste of their mingled bloods across Michael's cock is like the finest wine, sipped at some fancy New England or french winery. Max has only heard of those places, but he knows that nothing could taste sweeter, or more like milk and honey than this. It melts over his palate as he dunks himself down, swallowing Michael and lapping his way back up. Max curls his tongue and then flattens it. He plays every tune that he's learned, and fine tunes Michael's cock like a violin as he plays around it, letting the one he loves more than life itself set the pace, bloodied fingers gripped tightly in his hair.
The only surprise is when he dives down and finds his mouth full of warm strands of his beloved's come. Max should have been listening to Michael's breath, but he was far too wrapped up in the debauchery of it all, the flavors, the feeling of blood dripping down his face, his body as they dripped across themselves and one another, wounds continually pressed upon and tore at to keep them bleeding. Pulling back a little, Max sputters and a little come drips from his mouth in surprise-- but he chases it, going after every bit that he can.
"Fuck baby, oh god. Yes. Mmm, that's what I wanted. Oh yes." He climbs up Michael's body, licking up streams of crimson life, and then takes his beloved's mouth and crosses their tongues, sharing all the leftover come on his tongue, the strings of it he didn't swallow back as he does so. Max is filthy in blood and come, and reaches down to the little bits he missed and takes them on his fingers to smear over his body and into the blood. He's wearing all of michael, dressed in his sex, his blood. He'd wear everything and not be ashamed.
"We're not even close to being done for the night..." He whispers, and nips at the corner of Michael's ear, sucking at the lip of it pulling until he creates a bruise even there.