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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.]
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Date: 2023-07-04 03:26 pm (UTC)They were one with each other in all ways, and it wouldn't stop tonight. Their rituals would continue as long as they did, Max knew this to be true. He knew that he'd need this again. He would never find enough nights of sharing in love and blood, flesh and come. Licking across the small area above Michael's pubic bone, Max bites it sharply, and begins to suck on the blood that flows. He's got his fingers deep into his lover, pumping against his prostate as he drinks the life of the man he'll never find enough of.
It's a miracle, a wonder of pain and pleasure, and when Michael tells him that he's ready-- Max might have normally waited, have quickly added that third finger. Instead, he merely coats himself in blood and lube and pushes himself through the thick tight muscles of his beloved. It's a battle, and he knows that it must hurt, but he covers Michael's body with his own and eats up any moan of pain with his mouth and kisses that sear in the flavor of their love, burning it against their lips, and cradling it along their tongues as they kiss. He wallows in the passion they both share, knowing that there's nothing in this world or any other that could ever separate the state of their minds or bodies now. They are one in a way that no person could pull apart.
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Date: 2023-07-05 07:16 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-07-12 04:36 pm (UTC)These things are only things that Max and Michael could have with one another, and max knows as surely that Michael does that neither of them would ever give any part of this up. They both know the needs of the other. Michael can anticipate Max's moods now, and knows when to come running when Max has his nightmares, and knows how to chase away the darkness-- just how max knows that tonight they both needed this.
Taking Michael swiftly, and pushing through the pain, Max leans over and licks through a bit of sweat. He taps kisses all down Michael's jaw, and along his neck, biting his shoulder and, shoving himself in tightly with a grunt. "Shit baby. you're so fucking tight. It's the best feeling. I need you." He pulls out a little and shoves himself back in, banging their hips together tightly every time he takes Michael.
Pulling up a little, he lifts up his lover's leg so he can have a better angle to really push in deep and hard, picking up the pace so that it's fast and loud as he fucks Michael hard. There's a moan with every single loud thrust of his hips, they smack and jerk along the bed of rocks and blankets beneath them. He's branding Michael with his body. Leaning down, the sweat that's formed along them moistens the concoctions that they were covered in and makes them slick as they move against one another. "Jesus baby." He can feel electricity form around him and in the air, his control strong but he lets it come. Thunder rolls and Max cover's Michael's mouth with his, kissing him hard.
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Date: 2023-07-15 09:26 pm (UTC)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..."
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Date: 2023-07-17 11:12 am (UTC)Nothing else made sense to Max. Nothing made sense except the body that he now occupied. The body that surrounded him as he tore through it, using all his strength to forefully drive himself inside. They'd taken bites of one another earlier, and now Max was filling Michael completely. He was taking him as if he could somehow push right through him, into him and become one completely. Max wanted to crawl inside his lover and be so totally one that neither of them existed without the other.
"Fuck baby, I can feel the ends of you. You are magnificent." He cried out against the winds, the lightning that crashed nearby. Their skin rang with static, and Max hovered over Michael's body, holding him tight and kissing him hard. He could feel himself growing close to that ultimate point and knew that Michael could feel it all as well. "I'm almost there. Shit baby..." He thrust a few more desperate times, hips suddenly stuttering and then it was as if the world burst before him, and he dug his heels into the desert sand. Max's body went rigid and he came hard inside the one he loved more than any other. Long hot bursts of come shot up inside michael, marking the inside as Max's as well as the outside already was. "Mine." He cried, before slowly falling over and into another deep kiss, needing to seal everything that just happened between them.
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Date: 2023-07-25 03:25 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2023-07-28 10:31 pm (UTC)Not truly. Not when their bodies fit so perfectly, that not ever a glove fit anything like Max and Michael fit one another. That Michael would come again so quickly was proof of this. He'd found himself what felt like mere minutes before and now here he was again rocking against his beloved and lost to a prostate orgasm that budded up and spilled over and through him as Max threw himself against Michael, offering wave after wave through their connection, spinning them through one another's orgasms in a flurry of unfettered pleasure.
Biting back into their unyielding kisses and connection, Max moans and continues to work his hips against Michael, not wanting to give up any part of this night. It's been too intimate, wound too tightly in the stars for it to come to an end. "I love you so fucking much. I don't want to let go of any of this tonight."
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Date: 2023-07-29 01:40 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2023-08-06 04:23 pm (UTC)Feeling Michael rocking back into him, makes Max moan and feel the impossible. It's like he knows that they weren't meant to give up a single second of this evening together. They weren't meant to part if even for a moment. Shivering against the night, and into the life of his mate-- for what are they now if not lifemates. Max pushes his hips inward again, feeling his softness drag against the still tight muscles of Michael's body. It makes him moan.
He turns his head and leans over to lick up some of the dried blood along Michael's shoulder, pressing in again. He licks and presses in, like a strange ritual. They're covered in one another, but this won't end the night. "I wont let go...I need you, forever. eternally. your life is my life." He sucks at the side of Michael's neck and runs his teeth over the surface there, digging them in enough to imprint, but nothing beside that.
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Date: 2023-08-08 07:16 pm (UTC)"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."