It had been wrong. There were always missing parts to Max's life when Michael hadn't been the center of it. He couldn't have found his own way to his powers without letting go of Liz the way he had, and he knew he would never take her back. She hadn't been the one who made his heart soar. That belonged to the man he'd fantasized about since the moment he realized he was old enough to have a fantasy and maybe even before then.
Glancing over Michael, it was crazy how covered in all these substances he'd never looked so beautiful under the light of the glowing moon. It was like they'd painted themselves and prepared themselves for this rite of passage that took them one step further tonight, tightening the bond in one more way than they ever had before and neither of them had even gotten completely naked yet. Taking off his own jeans, Max lets the chill of the night air run across all the drying substances on his body.
They were at all different stages of thickness and dampness. He moved to kiss down Michael's body again, and smiled, licking at some of the blood smeared over his hip. He could easily taste the differences in each of their bloods now. Max didn't know if that was an alien thing, a thing that was part of them being so close, or something else, but he knew that it was Michael's blood. "You taste so good to me. I will always know the taste of you, your cum, your blood, all of you. No matter where we are."
Max pulls off Michael's pants and pulls out a couple blankets and flips on the heaters to set around them. They don't need to be covered, but being in a little nest of heated blankets might not be bad with how quickly all the things on them were drying-- much to Max's chagrin. He wished that it had all stayed fluid for a while longer.
Instead, he grabs the lubrication. Still, using that, he manages to draw it through a bit of whatever was left on his own thigh and cock, sucking at the dip of Michael's thigh when he starts to push a finger into his lover to open him up. Like always, his body responds eagerly, clamping down on that little digit and squeezing tightly, pulling and pushing at the intrusion into the body, unsure what to do with it until Michael relaxes, and begins to open up. A second finger comes close behind. Max would wait, but his body aches and he's feeling so hungry for his partner tonight. All that they've done, he wants to fill Michael's body, to be one with him. He needs to join and know that they fit together perfectly, in that way that he could be with no other soul.
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Date: 2023-06-24 09:56 pm (UTC)Glancing over Michael, it was crazy how covered in all these substances he'd never looked so beautiful under the light of the glowing moon. It was like they'd painted themselves and prepared themselves for this rite of passage that took them one step further tonight, tightening the bond in one more way than they ever had before and neither of them had even gotten completely naked yet. Taking off his own jeans, Max lets the chill of the night air run across all the drying substances on his body.
They were at all different stages of thickness and dampness. He moved to kiss down Michael's body again, and smiled, licking at some of the blood smeared over his hip. He could easily taste the differences in each of their bloods now. Max didn't know if that was an alien thing, a thing that was part of them being so close, or something else, but he knew that it was Michael's blood. "You taste so good to me. I will always know the taste of you, your cum, your blood, all of you. No matter where we are."
Max pulls off Michael's pants and pulls out a couple blankets and flips on the heaters to set around them. They don't need to be covered, but being in a little nest of heated blankets might not be bad with how quickly all the things on them were drying-- much to Max's chagrin. He wished that it had all stayed fluid for a while longer.
Instead, he grabs the lubrication. Still, using that, he manages to draw it through a bit of whatever was left on his own thigh and cock, sucking at the dip of Michael's thigh when he starts to push a finger into his lover to open him up. Like always, his body responds eagerly, clamping down on that little digit and squeezing tightly, pulling and pushing at the intrusion into the body, unsure what to do with it until Michael relaxes, and begins to open up. A second finger comes close behind. Max would wait, but his body aches and he's feeling so hungry for his partner tonight. All that they've done, he wants to fill Michael's body, to be one with him. He needs to join and know that they fit together perfectly, in that way that he could be with no other soul.