"God baby," he sighs, licking the taste of both them off of Max's lips. "I would know the taste of you anywhere. I wish I could live off the taste of your body alone." The taste of Max, his body, his sweat, his cum, and now his blood were as familiar to Michael has the air he breathed. Could it be a freaky alien soulmate thing? Sure. There is still so much they don't know about themselves or where they come from. But Michael knew that he was so beyond obsessed with this man that it might not have anything to do with being aliens and was probably just a freaky them thing. It was better that way because that meant it was another thing just the two of them shared; another sacred thing binding them together.
Michael laughs softly as Max is pulling off his pants. They just shared in one of the most intimate moments of their entire lives and they hadn't even managed to get their pants off first. It was so ridiculously them he couldn't help but laugh. Their hunger, their desire for each other could be so intense, sometimes (a lot of the time) it was like if they didn't have each other right then and there they would die.
That laugh quickly breaks off into a moan as Max presses a finger inside of him. He relishes the initial burn and he squeezes, muscles tightening to pull that digit deeper. He's so worked up from everything they just did together it doesn't take long for his body to start to relax and his legs fall open as he feels the burn of a second finger joining the first. He groans, rocking back on those fingers hungrily. It's good. It's always good but tonight he feels insatiable; like nothing will be enough until Max is filling him and fucking him hard into the cool desert earth beneath them.
"Oh fuck Max...Max please, please...I can't wait." It's not quite enough preparation but he doesn't care. He wants the pain, he's desperate for it; that pain that burns white hot into pleasure. He needs Max inside of him while the evidence of everything they did together tonight is still drying on his body.
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Date: 2023-07-02 10:36 pm (UTC)Michael laughs softly as Max is pulling off his pants. They just shared in one of the most intimate moments of their entire lives and they hadn't even managed to get their pants off first. It was so ridiculously them he couldn't help but laugh. Their hunger, their desire for each other could be so intense, sometimes (a lot of the time) it was like if they didn't have each other right then and there they would die.
That laugh quickly breaks off into a moan as Max presses a finger inside of him. He relishes the initial burn and he squeezes, muscles tightening to pull that digit deeper. He's so worked up from everything they just did together it doesn't take long for his body to start to relax and his legs fall open as he feels the burn of a second finger joining the first. He groans, rocking back on those fingers hungrily. It's good. It's always good but tonight he feels insatiable; like nothing will be enough until Max is filling him and fucking him hard into the cool desert earth beneath them.
"Oh fuck Max...Max please, please...I can't wait." It's not quite enough preparation but he doesn't care. He wants the pain, he's desperate for it; that pain that burns white hot into pleasure. He needs Max inside of him while the evidence of everything they did together tonight is still drying on his body.