Under a Desert Sky - A continuation CW: light vore, heavy bloodplay

[revolvings]

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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[revolvings]

There was always such a painful connection between them that it would never be sealed until they had torn one another apart it felt like. Dying for such a love was even not enough. It real was soul wrenching and desperate, an ever aching thing that felt like it's own living organism that had branched off from their bodies into a wild creature of its own wicked desire, forcing the pair of them to live by its will. Yet how could they do anything but that with this love. It was their only true focus in life. Nothing could ever keep them apart.

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."

[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."

[revolvings]

There was no thoughts, no words, nothing that could transcend what brought them together this night in the desert. The things that they'd done to one another were probably unspeakable to others, but felt so impossibly perfect to Max, and through their bond, Max knew Michael felt the same. There was nothing that wasn't shared as infinitely perfect between the two souls that laid there mated.

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.

[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."