Pupils blown wide, he watches Max with a hunger that can't be extinguished. He doesn't want to take his hands off of him. Max Evans is the most perfect thing he's ever laid eyes on. He's breathtaking covered in blood and come; covered in Michael. God, he wants to taste every inch of Max's body, lick him clean and cover him all over again.
Lately it's like he can't get close enough no matter how many times or how close they are. Six months ago even this might have scared him, sent him running or had him acting stupid and reckless to try to send Max running (not that it ever worked before) but not now. Now, he wanted it all, throwing himself in head first and holding on for dear life.
"I don't think we'll ever be done." He murmurs, turning his head to catch Max's mouth with his own, sucking at his tongue, nipping at his lips. "Max," he sighs, hands running down the other male's chest, leaving streaks and spreading blood and come, all the evidence of what they did together. "Fuck, there is something seriously wrong with me. I didn't know it was possible to love someone this much."
It was dark. The sun had gone down without him even realizing. Dark, sticky blood was drying on both of them in the cool night air but Michael hardly noticed the chill. He was on fire, his blood, his skin, his heart all burning with desire and love for the man he holds in his arms. Out here in the desert it was like they were the only two people in the world.
"You've given me so many perfect nights, I can never repay you." Nights, days, every moment spent together was worth every single bad thing he ever went through to get to here.
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Date: 2023-06-16 01:15 am (UTC)Lately it's like he can't get close enough no matter how many times or how close they are. Six months ago even this might have scared him, sent him running or had him acting stupid and reckless to try to send Max running (not that it ever worked before) but not now. Now, he wanted it all, throwing himself in head first and holding on for dear life.
"I don't think we'll ever be done." He murmurs, turning his head to catch Max's mouth with his own, sucking at his tongue, nipping at his lips. "Max," he sighs, hands running down the other male's chest, leaving streaks and spreading blood and come, all the evidence of what they did together. "Fuck, there is something seriously wrong with me. I didn't know it was possible to love someone this much."
It was dark. The sun had gone down without him even realizing. Dark, sticky blood was drying on both of them in the cool night air but Michael hardly noticed the chill. He was on fire, his blood, his skin, his heart all burning with desire and love for the man he holds in his arms. Out here in the desert it was like they were the only two people in the world.
"You've given me so many perfect nights, I can never repay you." Nights, days, every moment spent together was worth every single bad thing he ever went through to get to here.