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Michael: [Is it possible to die from feeling too much, from loving someone this much? It feels like his heart and lungs are going to explode right out of his chest, it's hard to breathe and he swears if Max stops touching him, he'll cease to exist. Michael has always felt too much; ruled by emotions and feelings that made him reactive and volatile. It was something he always considered a weakness. As a child it meant being angry a lot and not having control over his abilities which only made things worse for him. It meant a lot of fights and pain being kept out of things because people were afraid of how he would react. It meant a lot of heartache. It doesn't feel like a weakness now in this moment. It means his capacity for love knows no bounds. It means when he hears Max try to explain how he feels, it's like the echoes from his very own soul.

He needs Max to know there is nothing depraved or horrid about him. He is all that is good and worthy in Michael's life, in this whole fucking universe and he can take whatever he wants, it's all his.

You think that will make me run? You'll have to try a lot harder than that. I'm yours. Every single part of me. And you're mine. I want to devour you. I want to taste every inch of you and crawl inside your fucking chest cavity where a piece of me lives already, keeping your heart going. Don't ever forget that. There is nothing depraved or horrid about you, Max. Nothing you say is going to make me run because I feel everything you feel. Fuck, just the thought you tasting me like that, of you letting me do the same. Max...

He's cut off by lips and teeth on his neck and hands under his shirt, running over his skin and he can't think about anything other than more] I love when you mark me. Harder, baby. Mark me like you mean it, like the whole world needs to know who I belong to. Take what you need. [His hand is at the back of Max's head, fingers tangled in his hair as he pulls Max closer, twisting on the blanket to try to get a better angle.]

Date: 2023-07-05 07:16 pm (UTC)
cosmiccowboy: (Kiss)
From: [personal profile] cosmiccowboy
It's like they exist on their own wavelength apart from everyone else, just the two of them. Even when they're apart they are so tapped in, so attuned to each other it's like they know what the other is thinking and feeling most of the time. Even still, Michael hates being apart which is ironic, he knows, because he's the one who usually runs from things. Maybe it's a testament to how much he's grown this year or Max's affect on him, or a bit of both.

The thing is, Max knows exactly how to love Michael. He knows what he needs usually before Michael even does. He knows when to be gentle and soft, during those moments when Michael is feeling a little more vulnerable. He also knows when Michael needs that good ol' fashioned Max Evans tough love or like now when he needs it deep and rough and unforgiving.

He knew the pain was coming and yet he can't help but cry out as Max pushes himself inside. His muscles spasm, clamping down as he breathes through the sharp burn and then Max's body is there covering his own, his mouth swallowing any moans and sounds of pain and it feels so good to have Max surrounding him everywhere. He moves his hips, gasping into Max's mouth, his body beginning to relax. The pain mixed with the feeling of being so completely filled by his lover was everything he wanted, everything he needed.

"I love you. Fuck, I love you." he gasps, fingers clawing at Max's sides griping and digging into his ribs to pull him closer, to hold them flush together.

Date: 2023-07-15 09:26 pm (UTC)
cosmiccowboy: (malex kiss 3)
From: [personal profile] cosmiccowboy
Jealousy is a real part of both of their makeups. Michael knows it can be worse for Max at times because Alex pops up every once in a while like a virus that you just can't kick but Michael gets jealous too. God, does he get jealous. He tries so hard not to, to keep it inside and swallow it down. It's harder without the drinking. They both get jealousy that eats them up from the inside sometimes but Michael knows Max can feel what's real, knows his feelings, his thoughts, his desires down to the deepest darkest parts of him. It's not always enough when that green beast rears its head but it's there to soothe the wounds after when clearer heads have prevailed.

Michael would never, never give any single part of this up for anything or anyone, not the good or the messy. Max is his home, the other half of his soul and what they have could never exist with anyone else; ever. Tonight is a reminder of this. The pain is a reminder just as much as the pleasure is.

The thunder, the electricity surrounding them, he can feel it over his skin, in his veins, in every touch and the fire of Max's mouth on his. It's so much he forgets to breathe until Max is shifting, lifting his leg and driving in deep, setting Michael's nerve endings on fire and he moans wantonly, unashamedly, fingers digging half moons into his skin as he holds on. "Max, fuck yes. Please-yes just like that baby please..."

Date: 2023-07-25 03:25 pm (UTC)
cosmiccowboy: (Malex kiss 5???)
From: [personal profile] cosmiccowboy
From day one, it was clear Max was destined for greatness and Michael loved him desperately, painfully since the moment they stepped out of their pods. Sometimes that love was so strong, it looked like hatred but it was always love, a deep, soul wrenching love that he didn't know how to live with. It's still the same love but it's also more. It's love, it's obsession, it's fate, it's the very sustenance he needs to live. With Max inside of him, filling him, driving into him so desperately, Michael almost wishes he could die right then so that he never has to know what it's like to feel empty ever again.

"Oh god, oh fuck, Max, baby, you feel so good. You belong right here. Inside me. Fuck."

When his orgasm hits him, hard and suddenly, without even touching himself, he thinks it feels a little bit like dying. He can feel Max throb and fill him with his release, warm and sacred, spilling out down his thighs and Michael tenses, crying out and gripping Max so tightly, as if he would disappear if he let go. He spills over both their stomachs, painting their bodies in his cum and he's trembling and breathless, whining into the kiss as he writhes, rocking back onto Max's cock as he rides out the final waves of pleasure.

Everything that's just happened, this night, is sealed with Max's lips on his and Michael licks into his mouth, deepening the connection, licking and biting and moaning breathlessly as he clings to him.
Edited Date: 2023-07-25 03:25 pm (UTC)

Date: 2023-07-29 01:40 am (UTC)
cosmiccowboy: (Malex forehead touch)
From: [personal profile] cosmiccowboy
This was more than amazing sex, this was more than love. This, them, they transcended anything and everything whole, and good, and perfect in this universe. Michael has been searching for his purpose, where he belongs, his entire life. This is it. He belongs with this man. Nothing else truly matters and nothing will ever change that for him.

Their bodies really do fit so fucking perfectly. Michael can't help but rock back onto Max's cock still, even as his body trembles from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Every single time they come together like this, pouring everything into their connection, it only gets stronger and Michael feels like he's somehow both tethered to the man inside of him and free-falling at the same time.

It's addicting. Like Max, he doesn't want to give up a moment, a second of this night. He's never felt so close to another soul before, so completely engulfed and lost in him. He thinks he might mourn this night when it's over. "Don't let go, baby. I don't want you to. I can't let go. I can't."

Date: 2023-08-08 07:16 pm (UTC)
cosmiccowboy: (Touch)
From: [personal profile] cosmiccowboy
The things they'd done together this night probably were unspeakable to others but Michael found that he doesn't care. He's never cared what people thought of him outside of the people he cared about and that hasn't changed. No one had to understand their relationship or the ways and depths in which they loved each other. Hell, he's pretty sure Max is truly the only one who really knows him, understands him inside and out. Max knows what he's feeling sometimes even before Michael does and he knows what Michael needs. Max loves him and somehow feels the same and that's all that matters.

"There won't be a day that goes by that I don't need you. This pull between us, this invisible tether will always exist. There is nothing I wouldn't give you. My life, my body, my soul, everything I was and everything I will be, it's all yours. Ask and it's yours."

He's never believed in miracles but he doesn't know how else to make sense of tonight. Even after everything they've done to one another, the press of Max's hips, the slow drag of his softening cock makes him moan and he arches into the pull of the teeth on his neck. Reaching a hand back, he cups the back of Max's head, fingers curled in the soft strands of his hair so he can pull him in and hold him impossibly closer. "God, I don't want this night to end. I think I'm addicted to you."

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