[Max is so much fun to flirt with, that Rowan considered leading him on for a little while longer, just in case this is a one time deal. But they’re also pretty eager to get down to business, and in the end that wins out. So after another bout of eager flirtation, they’ll send another text:]
How would you feel about coming over here for some thorough investigating tonight? You still have a mystery to solve ;)
[Max is having such a good time with the back and forth, he wouldn't have minded if it continued. But, there's no denying he's been looking forward to more.
When that message comes through, he makes a noise akin to a teenage girl getting a text from her crush. Good thing no one is here to judge him for it.]
Yes! I'm on the case! I'll have this mystery well in hand in no time at all. ;)
[He'll take a minute to check his hair in the mirror and maybe brush his teeth, and then he'll speed on over to knock on Rowan's door. He's looking very different these days. No longer in those newbie clothes, he's looking dashing in a charcoal suit and red tie combo.]
Max is ridiculously cute for someone who looks like they walked off the cover of a men's magazine. It's really unfair. Rowan smiles more fondly than they'd like anyone to see, then shuts the tome and shoves it in the closet along with the few things they have, which were lying around on the floor. There. And now it's tidy, they have time to think of a smooth and flirtatious greeting for when he arrives.
When Max knocks, Rowan scrambles to the door, opens it, and then stops dead. All of their plans vanish at the sight of the vision in front of them. "Bloody hell, you scrub up nicely!" They feel pretty drab in comparison, still wearing newbie whites, but now layered up with a shirt and a scarf. They rake their gaze over Max in all his suited glory, then lean forward, smirking wickedly, grabbing the end of Max's tie to pull him down towards him. "Just like a real detective~."
Max can tend to have that effect on people. The smugness in his expression says he enjoys having that effect on people.
"I can still pretend to be grizzled if you like that better-mmph!"
Instant heat ignites in his loins. He loves being yanked by the tie. (That's half the fun of wearing a tie!) He leans into the pull. Rowan wants him close? They got it. Close enough for Max to continue the motion into a stolen kiss. Soft at first, but he'll quickly pour on the steam, pressing in close until they are chest to chest. Damn, he's really been looking froward to this.
That was a pleasing reaction. Rowan notes it away for future use, and keeps a hold on the end of the tie, parting their lips for Max and inviting him in. Who even cares that they're still in the doorway, Rowan's quite happy for anyone passing to see the big, beautiful man that they've caught for themself. After a while, though, they'll drop away with a last nibble to his lips, eyes bright with pleasure and lust.
"Don't be grizzly, I like you as you are." Rowan says, truthfully. Max is more of a teddy bear than a grizzly bear, and Rowan loves it. Another time, maybe, but for the first time, they want to have Max as he is. "Although I'd also like you lying down. And sitting down. And bending me over the desk. What do you think?" They step back, with another little tug on the tie, encouraging him to follow them into the room. As much as they enjoy showing off their prize, when it comes to nakedness they'd rather have some privacy.
"And I like you as you are," Max reassures Rowan. "For the record."
Because, that's been a problem in the past too. Max's own affinity for high fashion doesn't mean he finds anything less than unattractive. Sometimes, he's a little jealous, actually. He's been conditioned to care about his looks to this degree, to the point where it's hard to relax about it. It might be nice to just not give a fuck.
But any further worries about that go right by the wayside as Rowan lists off all the various ways they could have each other. Fashion is the farthest thing from his mind now.
"I think," Max says, dropping his voice low and sensual, "it's going to be hard to pick just one." So hard. He's already so hard.
Warm tingles dance in his belly as he's led by the throat into the room. The door shuts softly behind them. Now, they can really start the fun.
"First of all, I'm just dying to get this investigation underway." He steps in close and runs hands down Rowan's chest, paying close attention to any curve of the flesh he might feel beneath the fabric. "You've kept me in such a state of suspense."
Rowan didn't need the reassurance, but none-the-less, it's always nice to hear it. They flash Max a warm smile in response to it, briefly pushing aside lust. Seriously, how unfair is it that someone's this hot and this cute at the same time?
"Maybe you'll have to come back for a second helping sometime." They purr, finally releasing the tie to lean up and wrap their arms around Max's neck, opening their chest up to his questing hands. Rowan groans under the examination, eyelashes fluttering. There's nothing there enough to be noticable - except, maybe, a touch more weight than their leanness would otherwise suggest - but they are sensitive. "Don't act like you ain't enjoyed it." Rowan murmurs, voice low and lustful, but still with a touch of cheekiness there. And to drive home the point, they shift their leg, pushing their thigh up between Max's.
"Oh no," he says in mock horror, "seconds, or thirds? What ever will I do...?" His eyes lock on Rowan. 'How about you' his gaze seems to say.
His fingers hesitate only a moment as they pass over Rowan's chest, he's noticed the slight difference, but it could just be fleshier pecs. Regardless, the way Rowan groans encourages him to keep probing.
"Oh, I didn't say that... I do love some good teasin-mmmm," that thought is interrupted by a low moan when Rowan's thigh presses between him, brushing against some very sensitive parts of his own. Ooh, Rowan is good at that. But Max isn't about to let himself be outdone.
His fingers drag lower until they're just starting to brush along Rowan's groin. It's featherlight touches for the moment, teasing and exploring, waiting to see what kind of reaction he'll get. And what he'll feel through the trousers. Soon, perhaps, he'll have the answer to the great mystery.
He clearly does enjoy some good teasing as well. Rowan can't blame him, pushing up into him a little more to try and encourage more of those delicious noises. It has the other advantage of opening them up slightly to Max's revenge, and Rowan's breath hitches as fingers reach between them. "Jumping ahead a bit, aren't we?" They murmur, but make no move to stop him - in fact, shifting a little to give Max more space to explore. There's no mystery on this end; it'd be hard not to notice that there's no cock between Rowan's legs, and with the right amount of pressure Max might be able to map out the shape of some of Rowan's pussy.
"Satisfied the mystery? Or does it need more investigation?" They ask, pressing butterfly light kisses along Max's jaw, emphasising the investigation side. They know what they're hoping for.
"Hmm. I guess they are in the way." Yes, yes they are, and despite them attempting to keep their tone steady, those probing fingers have left their mark in that they can't quite hide their need.
It does mean pulling away from the heat between Max's legs, though, and since they're doing that... They push him back, towards the bed, encouraging him to sit there, then take a step back and away from him. Rowan glances once, briefly, at the door, reassuring themself it's closed, before returning his attention fully to Max, as they wrap their arms around themself, slowly pulling up the edge of their shirt to reveal a sliver of skin above the waistband, a very light trail of hair disappearing beneath it. "Just the trousers?" They purr, voice low, offering much more.
Max doesn't take his eyes off them as he backs up, doesn't even look down to make sure he's square with the bed before sitting down. His hungry gaze is only for Rowan and the show they're putting on. Things low in his belly tighten at the sight of that bare skin and the trail of hair vanishing down below their waistband.
He reaches out for Rowan, wanting to explore more. "Mmmm. In the interest of a thorough investigation, I think I'll have to have all the evidence laid bare."
And since fair is fair... Max untucks the tail of his dress shirt and pulls the fabric up to expose a hint of his own perfectly chiseled abs.
That hint of skin is horribly distracting. Rowan has to battle the urge to lean in and explore it, desperate to uncover more. But they have to hold back - they're meant to be doing that to Max, not the other way round! (Soon, though, they think, licking their lips.)
They half-shed their jacket with an easy shrug of their shoulders, letting it fall down their arms and back until it hangs around their waist. But Max has seen this much before, the newbie clothes underneath as unflattering as ever, even as they lift a little as Rowan reaches up to slowly unwind the scarf. They turn their back to Max to toss it and the jacket to the chair, and then as they turn back they take a half step closer, so they're within reach again.
Now the real show can begin. They smirk at Max, as they reach down, and slowly, letting Max appreciate each inch as it's revealed, start to pull their shirt up, and over their head. Unlike Max's built frame, Rowan is slender, with just enough muscle to prevent them from being bony. As they reach up to pull the shirt off and over their head, they're stretched out enough for a glimpse of red to show from under their waistband. "All of the evidence, you say?" They murmur, trailing their hands down their own body towards their trousers, slowly starting to undo them, red flashing again from under the material. "I suppose I'll just have to hope we don't uncover something too hard to swallow." They smirk, glancing at Max's crotch again. Soon.
Max has the cheekiest grin on his face. What's the matter Rowan? Something distracting you~
Of course, this game goes both ways. His smirk has melted into something less smug, and a lot hungrier now that Rowan's shirt is coming off. When Rowan steps into reach, his fingers dance in the air with the temptation to touch. Each small inch of skin revealed makes his heart beat just a little bit faster.
"I think it might be up to you whether it's hard to swallow..." He purrs. Oh, he saw that look, and it's warranted because even through the fine fabric of his dress pants, his bulge is significant.
Admittedly, that flash of red has Max curious. The first time he wasn't so sure he saw anything but the second time... now his attention is fully trained below Rowan's waist. His fingers will trail lightly to their hips, not attempting to pull Rowan any closer, just sitting there on their slender form as a steady hand of encouragement.
Someone's very distracting - that bulge in particular isn't helping Rowan's concentration. Max Maximus, huh? Might as well be a deed name, if the promise of Max' crotch is anything to go by. But at least he isn't a Bone Gnawer, otherwise it'd be Bigus Dickus adorning his paperwork.
Rowan shivers with need when Max's hands come to rest on their hips, snapping them back to what they were doing. They smile at him hungrily, breathing shallowly as they pass their hands over his, down to their waistband to push it off their hips. "And there's the rest." They say, although it's not quite true. Underneath are a pair of red lace knickers, tied together in a neat little bow on either hip. Rowan steps out of their trousers and forward to Max, sliding over him smoothly to straddle him. Unashamedly, they run their hands up his chest, pulling his shirt up a bit to expose his midriff once more. "Well, not quite. But I thought you might want to do the final reveal, mm..." Their attempt at a low murmur is hindered somewhat by a moan as they roll their hips, causing Max's erection to push against their entrance through the clothes that are left between them.
Max Maximum may as well be a deed name, since Max's master dubbed him specifically after this particular attribute. Something he rarely lets his pet forget. Max is just grateful his master isn't a Monty Python fan, or it could easily have been worse.
His eyes sparkle with delight when those red panties are revealed. His cock throbs in agreement. Keeping his hand on Rowan's hip, he helps to guide them in as they straddle him.
"Ooh. I just love unwrapping pretty presents," he purrs.
"Red looks great on you. It will look great off of you too-- Mmmm!" The roll of Rowan's hips against his straining erection drags a low moan from his throat.
His trembling hands pick at the ribbons holding the red knickers in place. He'd love to get all of this fabric between them out of the way right now.
"Why don't you help me with my belt?" He asked, rolling his hips back to encourage Rowan. These dress pants really need to go.
There isn't much encouragement needed. Rowan's absolutely in agreement about removing the clothes between them, but they can't give up the chance to play with Max a little longer, wanting to get him as worked up as possible. They lean in closer, taking advantage of their position to trail hot kisses along Max's jaw, and then down his neck, as they trail their hands back down Max's chest, undoing buttons as they go. "So I can unwrap my present?" They ask, with a chuckle, as they slide their fingers along his waistband.
Unfortunately, though, there's not quite enough room to manoeuvre, so Rowan has to lift themself up a little, pulling reluctantly away from the heat of Max's crotch to give them access to Max's belt. Not that they go there immediately, instead sliding further down to cop a feel, tracing the shape of what they can reach of his cock. "Big boy." They hum, in breathless awe and approval, as they move their hand up and away again, finally, eagerly, taking to Max's belt, suddenly out of patience for more teasing.
The moment their lips brush Max's neck he lets out a low nearly feral moan, his eyes closing and his head tipping back to expose more. His breath comes in sudden gasps. Wild need bucks his hips under Rowan and, try as he might, he can't make himself stay still.
"You can do," he pants, breathless with the sudden intensity of his lust, "whatever you want..." If the plan is to get Max worked up, it has succeeded with flying colors.
Max's erection strains against that touch, throbbing so hard Rowan might even feel it through the fabric. A whine rumbles out of his chest. He grinds himself eagerly against their fingers.
"I'd love to show you..." Oh, please...
Objectively, he knows he has to let Rowan move away to get the clothes off, but it's still hard to release his fingers from around them. When Rowan reaches for the belt, Max manages to lean away enough to give them space to work with, but he needs something to do with his own hands, so he combs his fingers into Rowan's hair.
Max's response is turning Rowan on even more, and they keen into his neck, shuddering a little with need as they fumble with his trousers. Once they're loose, they slip their fingers under, tugging both them and his pants down eagerly. "Off." They demand, nipping at his neck softly, and then pulling away completely to give Max space to undress, climbing off his lap and perching beside him instead. Now that he's no longer between their legs, should Max look, he'll see the neatly trimmed hair between them and the folds there, exactly as he might expect to see on a woman.
And then, since they're away from him anyway, they take the moment to toss away the knickers that Max undid for them, and lean over, pulling a basket out from under the bed and lifting it up to the nightstand. It's still more or less empty, for now just occupied by a small collection of lube and condoms. Obviously Rowan intends to add to it at some point. With that done, they turn their hungry gaze back to Max to see if he obeyed the order or if they need to reveal their prize themself.
When Rowan's fingers jerk down his pants he's giddy with relief at the prospect of having his erection free at last. His pants are getting too tight. Then Rowan nips at his neck and he almost goes weak. If he'd been standing his knees would have buckled like wet noodles. Fuck, he can't resist that.
"Off." The command cuts through the lusty haze sharp and clear. Yes. He wants them off. He wants it all off. Nothing between them.
He fumbles with undressing, shucking the cloth away blindly because he can't tear his gaze from Rowan completely bare in front of him. Now that he's freed himself of those pesky clothes, Rowan will be able to admire how his cock twitches at the thought of soon being buried deep in their lovely folds, all eight or so inches of it.
First things first, he needs to suit up. He reaches a hand for the basket. "I'm glad you're well prepared."
And Rowan is indeed admiring it, letting out a low whistle at the size of him. "You didn't warn me this was going to be such a deep investigation." They murmur, leaning forward to run their fingers over his erection, feeling out the size and shape of him. They let out a quiet, eager noise as they curl their hand around him, feeling his girth, and stroking him at the same time, enjoying his heat in their hands. They're glad they went ahead and brought the large condoms after all.
Moving their hands out of the way once Max has selected a condom, they settle back into the bed, spreading their legs for him, unashamedly. "We need the lube too, my body doesn't produce it itself." They warn him. "I did prep before hand - both sides, so you can choose - but I didn't realise your name was a warning, Mr. Maximum, so I may need a little more." They're just hoping that they can take him; they're shallower than a cis woman. But, oh, are they eager to try.
"My master thought the name would give an inkling..." he answered breathily, "That's why he chose it."
A pleased purr resonates in his chest as Rowan takes him in hand. His foreskin stretches back to reveal a little pool of precum already gathering at his tip. That should help the condom roll on nicely. In fact, it does.
"Okay, I'll make sure to be generous with it. And, you just let me know if it's starting to get uncomfortable at all."
Max has, on occasion, run into certain issues due to size differences with both men and women, so he tends to be cautious. Rowan can depend on him to take direction well in that regard.
"I choose pussy," he says, looking down to admire Rowan spread before him on the bed. His fingers, slick with lube, trace the edges of their folds, before slowly sliding in to spread more around the entrance.
"Now, I did say I needed to be thorough with this investigation didn't I...?"
Urg, so it is a deed name, essentially, but in the worst way possible. That's actually kind of a turn off, so Rowan pushes it aside, focusing on the man in front of them instead. Luckily, there's plenty to distract them with, and Rowan traces the lines of Max's abs.
They groan as Max starts his explorations, their eyes fluttering closed as they push up to meet his fingers eagerly. There is a small amount of wetness there, but not as much as one could expect from their obvious arousal. The only other difference that Max might be able to notice are the subtle, faded scars, hidden under the neatly groomed hair. They jerk their hips again, trying to push Max's slick fingers into themself, encouraging him. At the same time, they move their hands up, thumbs now circling Max's nipples.
"Don't go stretching the metaphor." They reply, opening their eyes with a sudden smirk, a light pinch to one nipple, and another thrust upwards. They couldn't resist; a mid-sex pun is the best type.
He has some hard feelings about the name too, Rowan. About that, and a lot of things... It doesn't matter right now. Here, in fairyland, he can do as he pleases. And please who he chooses.
Those groans from Rowan are all the reassurance he needs. Very clearly some circumstances are different. He has a careful eye, and has noticed the faint scars. Between that and the need for extra lube, he's able to put the pieces together. So, comes the mild thought, that's what that looks like. He finds himself a little fascinated; his free hand traces the lines while delicately playing with Rowan's neatly trimmed hair.
The jerk of Rowan's hips breaks him out of that entrancement, and brings the flood of heat back on full-force. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth at that delicious touch to his nipples.
"You're right; I can go stretching you instead."
Since they are so eager, Max thrust his fingers in deeper in time with Rowan's movement. And he'll keep that movement going faster now, while also getting his thumb in action in the place where the clit should be.
"You're sexy as hell. You know that?" Puns during sex are fucking sexy.
Pushing up into Max, Rowan welcomes the intrusion with a wanton moan, satisfied to finally be filled, but at the same time aching for more. When his thumb moves higher, they unconsciously copy the motion, circling their own over the abused nipple, until Max finds the right position to brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Rowan cries out, arching their back, groping at Max's chest.
The compliment makes them blush, though; not that it's that noticeable through cheeks already flushed with arousal. In response, they half pull Max up, half curl down to meet him, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss. "And yet, half as sexy as you." They murmur against his lips, pushing up into him again, as they pull him in close, fingernails lightly raking over his shoulder. "Look at the state you got me into, mm, with just the promise of a fuck."
Max's lips part in a softy breathy moan; his nipple has come fully erect under that touch. He continues to mimic Rowan's motion, eyes wide and staring like he's trying to memorize the erotic sight of them arching against him. When their hands grope for his chest, he knows he's found just the spot he's looking for. He'd like to memorize that too.
His mouth is shaped in a smug smile when Rowan's crash into them. His chizled abs easily keep him curled up to meet that powerful kiss. The rake of fingernails over his skin causes another hiss of pleasure and a deep, low throb in his cock.
"Look at the state you've got me in," he counters. "I'm a big believer in foreplay but you've got me impatient as hell to make good on that promise right the fuck now."
Eyes lighting up, Rowan's not sure which idea they like more; the idea of toying with Max more, with spending all night squirming under and next to and over him as they play with one another's bodies, or the idea of Max fucking them right here and now, pressing down on them with his strong body as he fills them up. They groan, squirming, and nipping his lip, as they rake their fingernails over his back again.
"Says the man currently very effectively finger fucking me." They point out, this time purposely arching their hips, pushing his fingers deeper into their heat and tensing around him as best they can. "Mm... But if you want to stop so I can have a taste of your cock..." They pause, licking their lips and groaning at the thought. Oh yes, it's a good one. Pinching Max's nipple again, they tug lightly this time, testing his response further. "Unless you want to save that treat for desert."
"If it's effective then I should keep it up..." Oh fuck Rowan, you make it hard to stick to that when he can feel you tightening up on him. His cock jumps against his belly just at the thought of feeling that same tension around it.
"Mmm," A shudder runs down him. That tug on his nipple is going to undo him. Combine that with teeth and nails... he's already so weak. But not too weak to keep his thumb roaming over Rowan's clit.
"There's a joke in here about eating dessert first but I'm having trouble thinking at the moment..." wonder why?
That thumb on their clit is seriously hampering Rowan's higher functions as well, and wiggle underneath the pressure, turning their legs to open themself up further to his hand. They switch to the other nipple, wanting to feel that hardening under their fingers as well as they pinch it, and then circle the pad of their thumb over it, soothing the sharpness immediately, their other hand pawing aimlessly at his back. It's too hard to concentrate on both hands with the delicious motions of Max's hand driving them to distraction. In fact, a little too hard to concentrate.
"Fuck, Max..." Rowan moans wantonly, pushing up into him. "Seriously, if you want me to suck your cock with out coming first - aah! - you need to stop!" They can feel the pressure building up in the base of their stomach, their body tensing again, this time unconsciously. Not that an orgasm on their side would put an end to their fun, but they don't have the brain to articulate that right now.
Oh, but Rowan's reactions are far too delicious to stop. His breath hitches in time with that pinch to his nipple but the the real pleasure comes from feeling Rowan wiggle under his touch.
The way they push into him, that tightening, the uncontrolled pawing at his back -- he doesn't need the warning to see what's going on. And Max has no intention of stopping now. Not when Rowan's this close to that sweet release. Will is soft or loud? He'd dying to know.
"It's okay," he purrs. The pressure of his thumb circling Rowan's clit increases. "You can get me back after." That's the beauty of a pussy after all, the fun doesn't have to stop at just one.
Well, if Max is going to give permission like that, Rowan isn't going to hold back - not that they particularly were before. They stop trying to keep control, pulling him back down into another fierce kiss as they push up into the renewed attention. It doesn't last long before Rowan has to break it off for a sharp intake of breath, though, and they throw their head back, crying out with pleasure.
"Fuck, Max! Right there! Ah!" Unsurprisingly, Rowan is loud, openly vocalising their pleasure, making sure that he knows he's doing a good job. And isn't he just! Rowan shivers under his skilful fingers, pushing up into him desperately. And then with another loud cry they push up one more time, clutching Max down onto them, as they close their legs around his hand. They hold him in place there as they pulse around him, slim frame shivering with pleasure, before they finally relax back to the bed with a softer sigh, their hold relaxing slightly. "Mm... One way to open me up." They murmur, ghosting a lazy kiss over Max's lips. They'll be back in action in a moment, just give them a few seconds to catch their breath and ride the waves of pleasure.
Spurred on by that fiery kiss and those cries of pleasure, he keeps his pace going right up to the moment Rowan tightens their legs around him. Holy SHIT that's hot. Rowan can wrap lets around him any time Hot DAMN.
He was hoping for loud and is not disappointed. In fact, they are not alone in their vocalizing.
"Oh, Rowan," Max shudders as the last of their cries die down into a sigh. He finds himself breathless too, panting loudly against Rowan's cheek where he's still hunched over them. He smiles against that light kiss, feeling self-satisfied and yet so very needy.
"You keep that up and I'm not going to last long." Nothing does it for him quite like hearing such cries of pleasure.
Feeling Max's breath against his cheek brings Rowan back to the moment, reminding them that they have revenge to extract on the man who just ravaged them. They take just a moment longer, though, nosing against him and reaching up to stroke Max's hair as they slowly relax their hold on him. "No fair, let me have some fun too." They whine, but there's no real bite to it, aside from the nip that they apply to Max's lips.
It does spur them into action, though, reluctantly pulling away from the hand between their legs. They let out a soft gasp as his fingers leave them empty, but freshly satisfied the need to return them isn't as desperate as it could be. For now they can focus on giving Max his just reward, as they push at him, indicating that he should roll over onto his back so that Rowan can take over. There's no chance that Rowan could push Max of their own accord, not in this form, but there's also no need to hold back, so their push is firm, demanding. "What were we saying about desert?" They ask, cheeky grin back in place, even if their eyes are still dark with need.
"It's not my fault you're a raging ball of sex appeal," Max quipped right before Rowan nipped his lip again, effectively shutting him up. Unless the smirk on said lips counts? Because it's speaking volumes now about how smug he is to have gotten Rowan off like that. Yep. The investigation is going well so far.
With that push, Rowans meets only a token resistance before Max rolls over. Flat on his back now, Max folds his arms under his head takes in the lithe form of Rowan above him appreciatively. Such a feast for the eyes.
"Careful, if you squeeze this cannoli too hard, you might end up with cream filling all over you," he grinned like he hadn't just made the most terrible pun yet. Rowan can feel free to smack him for it.
Rowan climbs on top of Max, pushing his legs apart to kneel between them. He was just starting to appreciate the man laid out before him, when Max had to go and ruin it with that pun. Pulling a face, the poke him in the abs. "I don't even know what a fucking cannoli is, and I still know that was bad." They growl, but amusement is already twitching the corner of their lips. A man who isn't afraid to make a pun that bad in the middle of sex is a keeper.
Taking advantage of their position, they roll their hands slowly down his chest, between his legs, and then back up, running both thumbs along the underside of Max's cock. "Luckily this one comes pre-wrapped for my protection." They point out, now grinning again, as they wrap one hand around his erection and stroke him slowly, ignoring the condom around him. Well, they hadn't planned to move directly to it, but if Max is going to point it out like that...
Rowan still isn't running from him, even after that. This bodes well.
"You've never had a cannoli?" He sounds scandalized. "I'll make some for you. Then you'll get why it's funny." And terrible. It's still really terrible.
"My package is pre-packaged. Is that what you're saying?" Max STAWP.
"Oooh," he shivers in delight at that thumb running the length of him. "Fuck...you make it awfully hard to think like this."
He arches into that touch, hips begging for more than just slow strokes. At first, he was exaggerating for the sake of the pun, now he's not so sure. Rowan has him so turned on.
"Is that your excuse for the disappointing quality of puns?" Rowan smirks over him, continuing with the torturously slow touches. "Because if so, maybe I should do something to free up some brain power."
With that as warning, they lean down over him, freeing one hand from his cock in order to support themself, but in return wrapping their remaining hand around him, stroking his erection with long, steady pumps. They breathe on his neck, breath warm and heated, before nipping him there, following it up with a soothing kiss. While their touches are firmer, they're still being careful, mapping out his body and how he reacts to each touch in order to make each stroke more pleasurable than the last, slowly building up pressure and speed.
"It's a man's curse. Only enough circulation for one at a time."
He's opening his mouth to ask just what Rowan has in mind when that and any other thought he ever had flies right out of his mind. His head tips back with a pleasurably tortured moan. The hand stroking him in combination with the nips to his neck have sent him right over the edge of conscious thought and into the realm of carnal, animal instinct.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck!" He cries. "Right there...shit... I..." He's having trouble articulating it, but each time Rowan nips at him his cock throbs in response. "Bite! Please!"
That eager response leaves Rowan's body throbbing as well, getting pleasure from seeing and feeling Max's as he's pressed beneath them. Later they might put two and two together and realise where this reaction comes from, but for now they obey without question, scraping white teeth gently over pale skin, and then biting down on him. There's just enough thought left to hold back hopefully enough from leaving a mark - if it was lower, they wouldn't hesitate, but on his neck, Max will have no way to hide it.
They pump Max's cock as they do so, twisting their wrist lightly with each movement, eager to make it as pleasurable as they can for him. Their thumb brushes over the tip, and they let out a frustrated little whine against Max's throat when the condom gets in the way. Pulling away from Max's neck for a moment, but keeping up the strokes on his erection, they stare down at him, hungrily. "Do you want to cum in my hands, mouth or pussy?" Because if they're keeping this up, the condom's coming off, even if it means there'll be more clean up later.
Max is beyond thoughts of preserving his dignity at this point. Rowan could leave a mark the size of Texas on him and he wouldn't do a thing to stop it. Good thing one of them still has some brainpower left.
He wriggles in ecstatic spasms under Rowan, consumed by how good this feels, and also with the want for more. It takes him a minute to work out that Rowan has asked him a question.
"Pussy." A whine builds in the back fo his throat. Oh, fuck yes.
"But maybe...ah, you should ride me...ah, because I'm a little over-excited." He says between pants.
Rowan lets out an eager whine as the response, shifting between Max’s legs. Arousal is starting to burn strongly in them again, stoked every moment by Max’s eager reactions to them. “As It happens, that’s one of my favourite positions.” They purr, reaching out for the lube, so they can pour a generous amount over their hand and immediately apply it to Max’s cock. Between the condom and Max’s over eagerness, they figure the cool slickness shouldn’t be too bad.
With that done, they draw away for long enough to adjust themself over him, straddling his hips. They hold his cock in place as they glide over him, shivering in anticipation as their entrance, slick and open from Max’s ministrations earlier, slides over the head of his cock. “Ready?” They smile down at him, breath shallow and collar blushed pink with arousal.
"That works out." He loves being ridden but is sometimes nervous to ask in case it comes off as selfish. He's glad he did this time.
He barely notices the coolness of the lube next to the wonderful sensation if Rowan's hand applying it. The state he's in, it would take more than that to quell the heat.
Now he's looking up at Rowan with hungry eyes. His breath is held in anticipation, his cock already twitching with the desire to go deeper. Part of him longs to thrust up already, but he forces his hips to stay still.
There's no masking the desperation in his voice, however. "Oh, please. Yes."
Who could deny such desperation? But there is a little bit of trepidation as Rowan slowly pushes down against the intrusion, shuddering slightly at the ache of the stretch. So they take it slow, still holding the base of Max's erection as they slide down an inch or two with a moan, and then they force themself to pull back, before pushing down again, this time taking Max deeper into themself.
One hand rests on their own thigh, leaving red marks on pale skin as they knead their own flesh with each downward motion, and as they pass the half way mark they free their other hand and seek out Max's, holding onto him painfully tightly as they lose control over the last few inches, impaling themself to the hilt. As their hips meet, Rowan throws back their head and cries out wantonly, body quivering. "Max, fuck, I..." They start, but don't finish. The ache of the stretch has slipped into pain, but even that feels good, setting Rowan's body on fire with the sensation of being stretched beyond the limits of what they have. They glance down between them to see their joined bodies and moan again at the sight, their cunt clenching even tighter around Max.
"...a moment." They half finish, drawing their joined hands up, and then guiding Max's hand between them, back to their clit, encouraging him to start helping them relax so they can start to ride him.
Max lets out a low groan as Rowan begins to engulf him. They are so, so tight. It feels great, but at the same time, worry is building in the back of his mind. It's sobering enough to pull him back into the moment with a clearer head.
His eyes are trained on Rowan the whole time, noticing the grip they keep on their thigh. Is this hurting? He almost speaks up. Then Rowan's hand finds his and he squeezes back, with a meaningful look him his eyes. They can stop any time.
But they don't, and the cry that flies from their lips as their hips join doesn't sound like one of pain exactly. Max lets out a whimper of his own at that clench.
"Rowan," comes his husky whisper, "take it as slow as you need to, okay?"
With their guidance, his fingers slide between them. He's already gotten a good feel for where to touch, so the pads of his fingers zero right in on their clit.
"Please tell me if it's too much," he says even as his fingers start their work. "I don't want to hurt you."
Rowan chuckles, a little roughly, and leans forward to kiss Max again, trapping his hand between them. "Just been a while, mm, since I was this full." The hand between them is already working it's magic, Rowan rolling their hips into it instinctively and then catching their breath as the motion moves Max's cock inside them. "So good, though." They add, voice low, as they shift their hips again intentionally to feel it again, shuddering with pleasure. It's sweet that Max cares, though, and it makes them determined to make this as good as possible for him, so he can forget his worry. The last thing they want mid, or even post sex, is a discussion about how small and shallow what they have is. It's better than the other option, and most of the time isn't too big of an issue, but if they stop to think about it now, Max is going to lose out on his happy ending.
With that thought, they kiss him again, before straightening up again, gasping in combination of pain and pleasure as Max's cock hits the back of their pussy. They roll their hips once more, this time more experimentally, and deciding that they're now relaxed enough, slowly start to move, using their hips and thighs to ride Max. And this time their loud, obscene moan is one of pure pleasure, to feel that large cock slide in and out of them.
"Okay..." despite the reassurance there's still a small note of reluctance.
But Rowan's hips rolling against him draws another needy whimper out of his throat. "Feels good?" He asks, just one more time. "Because you feel really great."
His fingers continue to rub against Rowan in small thrusts, aided by the opposing friction of their movement. If he could get them to come again on top of him like this... just thinking about the way Rowan had clenched on his fingers was enough to cause a little shudder to roll through him, making him moan into that kiss. How he'd love to make that happen again.
"Oh Rowan," he cries when they straighten and begin to really ride him. "I love it when you make that sound."
Those fingers at their clit feel so good, helping Rowan to relax further as they start to set a pace. The reason they started to like and use this position this much is because it leaves them in control to make sure that they enjoy it as much as their partner - a consideration that they've learnt to make after so many one night stands - and having the additional pleasure of Max's fingers working them back up is only going to end up driving them wild. "Oh, fuck, yeah, Max! So good!" They encourage him, eager to praise him, and to keep them there.
They begin to set a steady pace, shuddering with pleasure each time their bodies side together. Their experience shows, and they're not wildly bouncing on Max dick, but using controlled thrusts of their hips to move around him. Between the lube and Max opening them up further, it's slick and smooth, and Rowan is loud in their pleasure, not holding back any of their eager noises. "Just like that! Oh fuck, yes, Max, yes!"
It's heaven! Rowan knows what they're doing, and at no point does the angle ever go wrong. It's just a great fuckin' ride. Even as he can feel the pressure coiling low in him, he keeps his fingers moving, spurred on by those joyous noises.
He's moaning right along with them, full-throated, "Oh! Oh YES! You feel so good!"
Spasms are starting to tighten his muscles in waves, the telltale twitches pulse in his dick, but he forces his hips to stay still -- let Rowan take the lead here.
"I really want to feel you cum around me," he whines. He's pretty sure they'd take him with them.
Normally Rowan uses the pleasure from watching their partner get off to set them off (with a hand to help along), so they can understand where Max is coming from. But for Max, they don't mind letting him get the show, especially when those fingers on their clit have done a good job to get them closer than normal, even on a second round. They shudder over the top of him, picking up the pace a touch. "Oh, fuck yes, Max!"
Reaching up, they paw at their own chest, groping the sensitive flesh of their pecs, letting that sensation combine with Max's hand and cock, and giving Max a bit of a show at the same time. They pinch their nipple, and then pull the other hand up to do the same to the other one, rolling them between their fingers and tugging lightly, as their cries become wordless, needy and desperate. Their movements become erratic, before, suddenly, they cry out, slamming back down on Max's dick and staying there as they come hard. They clench around him, both inside and outside, muscles pulsing as they shake, hands dropping to the bed to try and support them as their slight frame shakes with the waves of pleasure. "Fuck, Max... fucking cum for me, I want to feel you cum." They manage to beg, after cresting the initial wave, opening their eyes enough to take in the handsome man beneath them.
Max is all eyes on Rowan, that show will be replaying in his mind later too. He's also making some mental notes to tease Rowan's nipples a lot the next time. Because there are going to be a lot of next times after this if he can help it.
"A-ah! FUCK yeah!" He cries when Rowan slams down on him. It's so good Max is seeing pink stars behind closed eyelids.
Rowan's begging is the final drop that breaks the damn. That clenching already had him loaded and ready to explode. He goes off like a roman candle, howling so loud it threatens to shake the rafters. His back arches up as the pressure rushes out of him in wave after wave, until he finally sags under Rowan, a trembling mess limp muscle, so very, very satisfied.
"Holy shit Rowan," he manages to say between gasps for air, "that was hot as fuck."
Rowan mewls as Max comes inside them, trembling both from the struggle of holding themself up on limp muscles, and at the pleasure of seeing Max like that, completely undone beneath them. It's enough to set heat off inside them again; even though they're too exhausted for another round right now, they'll be thinking about this later, fingering themself as they think of the next time.
Once Max sags, Rowan finally gives into the arms that are barely holding them, collapsing onto him with a soft exhale of breath. "You're hot as fuck. 's what you deserve." Is all they can think to reply, as they lay over him, head resting on his shoulder as they breathe in deeply, skin tingling and sensitive from the after effects of their orgasm.
"Well, I don't know about deserve, but I'll take it."
He wraps his arms around Rowan when they collapse into him. It's a warm hug, because Max burns hot already. Add the dying fires of passion to that and he's practically a furnace.
His heart is still beating so fast, he can hear it in his ears making a sweet post coital music as it mingles with Rowan's breathing. The kind of music he could fall peacefully asleep to. He's got a few things to clean up first.
But not yet. He wants to stay like this holding Rowan just a little longer. He'll trail his fingernails lightly over their back, drawing lazy circles while he appreciates this wonderful afterglow. This feels so safe and right. He almost can't believe it's true.
"Definitely deserve it." Rowan replies immediately, although their tone is still soft. It's hard to be as insistent as they should be about something like that when they feel so limp and relaxed. They lay over Max heavily as their breathing slowly adjusts back to normal, even with his fingers trailing what feels like a burning path over their back. They should move to take more of their weight, or clear up somewhat, but they can't muster the energy, eyelids heavy.
Finally, they find the strength to lift one hand and curl it around Max's shoulder, lifting their head just enough to catch his gaze. "Will you stay?" They ask, hopefully.
Rowan whines softly, not wanting to move, but their back is now rapidly starting to cool, even with Max's hands over it. They close their eyes for a moment longer, before gathering the energy to haul themself off him, rolling free. They sigh, shivering slightly as the relatively cool air hits their skin, and then sit up enough to lean over Max again to kiss him softly and sweetly, fingers wandering blind back down to his crotch so they can free him from the condom.
Once it's off, they sit up properly, tying it off, pleased to see that for all of the ache that they're feeling, there's no blood, so it was just stretch. Good, that means they can enjoy it without worrying. They leave it on the nightstand, and then flop back down on the bed, ineffectively tugging at the blankets that they're lying on.
Max purrs happily in response to that kiss. Followed by a sigh of relief when they lift the condom away.
He's watching Rowan carefully, still with some lingering concerns of his own. He hopes, now that they are coming down from the pleasure, it won't turn into pain and regret. For now, it seems okay?
"You know," he chuckles, "It works better if you aren't laying on top of them. Let me."
If Rowan doesn't say something to stop him, he'll get to his knees so he has the leverage to scoop Rowan into his arms enough to lift the blankets out from under them. Then he'll settle them down on the bed again and drape the covers over them both.
Rowan doesn't think to stop him, but they do hold on tight to his arm, finding the strength to cling a little... at least for a moment, before they get distracted by the way Max's muscle's flex. Damn, the options this much strength opens up to them...
Bringing their mind away from a possible next time, once set down, they immediately wiggle back over to him, draping themself back over Max's chest, resting their head on his collar and winding their leg over his. "This okay for you?" They double check, as they bring the covers up closer around them, snuggling in.
"This is great." So great. Rowan is warm against him. Such a rare treat.
"But let me know if you get too hot. I'm told sleeping next to me is kind of like being next to a furnace set to high." His master never complains about that, but the living might.
His hand drapes over their back. The wrinkles of worry that seem to permanently gather around his eyes have smoothed away.
"You are extremely hot." Rowan agrees, trailing a finger lazily over his chest, now they're settled again up against him. "I think it'll be fine though." Max can't be as bad as curling up to sleep against Serenity in crinos, or waking up to Revvie or Walkie Talkie in bed with you. For a start, he's smaller than two out of three, and has significantly less fur than all three.
Yawning softly into Max's chest, Rowan seeks out his other hand, lacing their fingers together. "I'm glad, 'cos I already warned you that I'll be wanting second helpings sometime." They smile into him. "And I could get used to being held like this." Honestly, the sex was great, but cuddles are better. But they're clingy enough, best not to scare Max away too soon.
He moves his head until his chin is pressed to the top of their head, where he nuzzles them. His fingers slip so naturally between theirs it's almost automatic.
"You can come back for as many helpings as you want." Oh no, he thinks sarcastically, what a terrible fate!
"I could hold you like this every night..." The moment that slips out, he takes in a sharp breath. Shit, he shouldn't have said that. What is Rowan going to think of him?
"I mean. Sorry... that came out wrong. I think you shorted out my brain."
Jesus, he's going to be the one to scare Rowan off talking like that. He'll have to get used to sleeping alone in bed eventually. He can't go around acting like he's married to anyone here just so he'll have a body to spoon every night.
Rowan just chuckles softly, before yawning again, and then nosing against Max's neck contentedly. "Shouldn't offer me stuff like that if you don't mean it, otherwise you'll end up stuck with me." Their tone is teasing, but they mean it. They don't even need the sex before hand - it obviously isn't something that happens within the pack, but they still end up wrapped up with someone more nights than not.
But, secretly, he wonders. Would they? Could they? It wouldn't need to be about sex every time either...
He's too afraid to voice it. So he just tightens his arm around Rowan a little more, and lets his eyes droop closed. Maybe he can bring it up again after a few more nights like this.
Rowan yawns once more, eyes fluttering closed as well. "Mm. Sounds good." They murmur, close enough to sleep that their tone isn't readable. Could be deadpan, it could be that they're sleepy enough to let down their guard on this. Either way, that'll be the last Max gets out of them as they drift off, warm and satisfied, and happy to be curled in comfortably against someone - against Max specifically.
So, I was talkin to Ren the other day. And she's cool, but she says she knows how to cook. And I mention I ain't had biscuits since I came here, and I definitely ain't had a cat head cause you're s'pposed to cook it in cast iron and if I brought a cast iron pan down to the kitchen I'd just get it chucked right back at my head and I don't want that. But she said she'd make me some.
[He holds up what is quite obviously a chocolate chip cookie. It... sort of has cat ears on it, but they could also be wolf ears if you squint a bit]
[Oh yeah REN. Hard for Max to forget her after she nearly chucked a bedpost at his head. Who knew she could bake such cute, if slightly misshapen, cookies? Which...oh right. Now he sees the problem.
He starts to snicker, tries to cover his mouth to stop it, but it just turns into a laugh. Oh, poor Corbin.]
I guess by now you figured out biscuits mean something else on the British Isles. They look edible enough but... [snicker] they just don't scratch that itch, do they?
Don't worry, I can make the real deal. If you have a cast iron, bring it over to the Ruby Slipper and I'll use it. I haven't been able to snag my own yet.
Thanks. I'm not going to tell her. I don't want her to chuck any other pieces of furniture at my head.
[Another laugh.]
Okay, you got yourself a deal. I can handle the seasoning. When it's done maybe I'll slap some bacon in it to really get it good an' ready. I need grease for the gravy after all.
If you want, I can try to give you some pointers too?
I 'preciate the thought, but every time I been near a stove I burnt somethin. My ma tried to teach me how to make cupcakes and I caught her stove on fire.
I ain't gonna stop ya if you wanna try but. You know. Fair warning.
If it was my own kitchen I'd say let's try anyway, but I don't think I want to take the chance since it's not. I owe it to Daniel to be a little more cautious.
[Corbin licks his lips and grins, he's looking forward to it. Not just the biscuits, either.]
[But first he has to get through the rest of his shift, and get those tea and scones and that clotted cream from the Tea Garden, but he's got his after work plans in the back of his mind the whole time. He's eagerly anticipating it by the time he gets off work, heading back to his room to get the cast iron pan he'd managed to scavenge and heading over to the Slipper.]
[He comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, still wearing his work clothes, a loose tank top with some kind of shimmery texture to it and a pair of trousers that Daniel had picked out that fit him very flatteringly.]
[He sticks his head into the kitchen with an eager grin.]
The whole kitchen smells like cooked bacon. Max is standing over the stove with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up past his elbows, and the front of him covered by a broad black apron. On the stove is a pan full of perfectly cooked strips of thick-cut bacon. Max is using some tongs to pick them up and move them to a plate to dry.
"Thought I'd go ahead and get this part out of the way. Could use a snack while we wait anyway." Seasoning the pan will take an hour.
Of course, they might have some other ideas for how to pass the time.
Were this a cartoon, Corbin would have floated into the kitchen, pulled by two hands made of the delicious smells that were wafting out. But it's not, so he just licks his lips as he oh so innocently wanders in, spying that bacon.
"Oh hell yeah, that looks good. Here's the pan." He'll set it down next to the bacon and go ahead and grab a piece off the plate, still hot and shimmering with grease. He holds it gingerly as he takes a bite.
"Mmmm, fuck this is perfect." He leans against the counter with a content smile as he munches away on the bacon.
Max can almost picture it, with that look on Corbin's face. He smiles wide at the compliment. It doesn't matter how many times anyone says they love his cooking, it never gets old for him.
"Glad you approve. Have as much as you want."
He'll take the pan and set right to work washing and greasing it. Then in the oven it goes.
"Okay," he said, bumping the oven closed with his hip, "That should be done in an hour now. We've got some time to kill."
In the time it has taken him to get the skillet ready and in the oven, Corbin has polished off most of the bacon, having hopped up to sit on the counter and letting his legs swing as he licks grease from his fingertips.
"Good. You want a drink?" He reached out to snag the strings of Max's apron "I figure it might be better to hang out in the club anyway." There were couches at least, which would be a lot comfortable for any shenanigans they might get up to while they waited for the pan to season.
"I can do that." He lead Max over the the bar, depositing him next to a bar stool so he could slide behind the bar.
"One Ruby Slipper." For someone who's a few years short of the legal drinking age, he knows what he's doing, rimming a glass in bright red sugar. Then he'll pour some vodka and what might be grapefruit juice along with a little grenadine into a shaker with some kind of powder where it gets well shaken and then strained into the glass. The end result is intensely red, with a sliver shimmer to it, topped by the sugared rim and a cherry speared on a pick with a glittery star on the end.
"There you go. I got a whole menu that's just Oz drinks. Mr. Larkin likes to have a theme."
Max perched on the stool and put both elbows up on the bar to watch Corbin work with rapt attention. Drink making was a skill close to cooking, so obviously he was interested in it. Corbin moved like a pro. It was still astonishing to Max that he was only nineteen. He acted so much older.
"I like the theme."
Max took the cherry out and pulled it off the stick with his teeth, making a little kiss sound before he started chewing. Then he took a proper sip from the glass.
"Mmm," his lips were stained red instantly like he had on lipstick, "Tastes like candy. Oh, these could be dangerous for me."
"Yeah, they're not the strongest thing here, but they're pretty tasty." He had more than one drink that was mostly alcohol and just didn't taste like it. Some of that was probably because fairy liquor, but some of it was just the alcohol itself.
And because Max was sitting there with his lips that sweet cherry red, and Corbin sometimes didn't have the best of impulse control, he tugged on his tie. "I ain't sure if it tastes like candy. Might have to test that out." And alright, that might not have been the best line ever, but he figured it was good enough to lean forward and kiss Max and see if he could get a good taste of the drink. That he had totally helped Daniel develop and was completely aware of what it tasted like.
The tug on his tie sent a thrill right through him. Max knew Corbin's excuse was flimsy, at best, but that didn't stop him from leaning in greedily. Corbin would get a good taste when Max opened his lips to receive him and stuck his tongue forward to taste Corbin back.
Suddenly the drink was all but forgotten. Corbin's lips were much sweeter.
When you have a tie that Max just insists on wearing pretty much anywhere, it really just begs to be tugged on. Why else would he be wearing it? (Maybe because he likes to.)
But he wraps the tie around his hand a bit better, giving himself more of a grip to keep Max where he wants him. He makes a pleased noise as he tastes the sweetness on Max's tongue, sucking on it to get all the flavor off. He pulls away after a long moment and licks his lips with a smile. "Tastes pretty good." Does he mean the drink or Max's kisses? Well. Yes.
The answer is both. Max feels naked without his tie. But, he also loves to get naked except for his tie, too, because it makes such a fun handle. The possibilities are so varied!
"Mmmm," he hums into the kiss, and keeps humming as they break away. "I'll say it does."
There's a hungry spark in Max's eyes. His gaze goes slowly to Corbin's fingers wrapped around the silk at his neck, and his grin grows.
"Looks like you have a good handle on the drink offerings. Why don't you show me what else you can whip up?"
Well, that grin is promising as hell, and Corbin licks his lips. "Think I might be able to come up with somethin for you." He does have to let go of Max's tie, but just long enough to come around the end of the bar and get a nice hold of it again.
He tugs him in for another kiss and then tugs him toward the couches along one wall. He backs them both up since there's nothing for him to stumble over or worry about. "Though uh, if you were thinkin of another drink you might wanna mention that now." He was pretty sure he'd read things right, but there was always a chance of a mix up. But for right now he had Max on an impromptu leash, and he was just fine with that.
Max is aglow at the end of that kiss. He follows along like a happy puppy on his tie-made-leash, easily letting himself be backed to the couch, smiling the whole way there.
"You're the only drink I'm interested in," he purrs. "You can have me any way you want me." Can't get more crystal clear than that.
"Oh that's a dangerous thing to tell someone, Max." He generally liked more of an idea of what his partner wanted in a given moment, otherwise his mind just got a bit overwhelmed by possibility.
But for now he sat down on the couch, pulling on Max's tie for another kiss, because Max was a pretty good kisser and it gave him a bit of space to think of something. "Anything you don't want me doin? Hate to ruin the mood." He knew Max liked a spanking, but if Max was going to say "do what you want" he'd rather not bump into something that he really didn't like on accident. Corbin was too much of a people pleaser for that.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Okay, maybe less flirting and more suggesting might be in order.
Right after he finishes this kiss because Corbin is also a great kisser and he could get very used to having this as his new regular order behind the bar.
All right, now he needed to answer that question. Which... should be easy, but now he was having trouble conjuring up anything specific to say.
"Well... I'm uh, not a feet guy. So, nothing with that? I'm just as good taking and receiving, so I leave that order of preference up to you." He means that. He's a true blue switch.
"Aaand, depending on how kinky you wanna go, a little pain is fun, but not to excess? You can keep pulling on my tie all day, though, I can't get enough of that." Hopefully, that would give Corbin something to work with.
Corbin knows that feeling, it was easy enough to know what you wanted, but getting it out was a whole other things entirely. He could definitely sympathize with Max on that.
He did chuckle "Fair enough." He wasn't a feet guy but... well alright so there were definitely times where he was fond of a pair of shoes. Selectively so. But he could definitely respect that it wasn't everyone's thing. That's why they were having this conversation in the first place.
"I mean, mosta what I ain't into is like... humiliation and CBT. Not too much into a lotta pain either. Some of it's fine. I like causin some of it, but I wanna make sure you have a good time." He was starting to get the germ of an idea, he was a switch himself, but he was more the 'roll with what his partner was up for' sort of switch, and Max was certainly not giving off the energy of someone who planned to top that night, not with being lead around by his tie. And you didn't have to be the one putting your dick in someone to be the one topping.
"And yeah, I think I noticed about your tie." And because it was a lot of fun he gave Max another tug, but this time to the side, so he had access to what parts of his neck were exposed, to his ears and his jaw. "I think I like it m'self." He kissed along Max's jaw and over to his neck, nibbling and nipping his way along, even if he really wished there was more skin for him to taste. He might have to sacrifice the nice handle for being able to properly get his mouth on Max.
Max, if asked to specify, would admit that shoes can be hot, and that's it's really just bare feet he's not interested in, but he's still learning the ropes on how to describe any of this and there's a lot of learning left to do.
"Oh, yeah... I'm not really into humiliating anyone. Actually, I don't think I could stand to say anything too mean to a person..."
He makes a somewhat confused face at CBT. He's never actually heard that abbreviation used before. "Um. I hope you'll forgive my ignorance. I haven't been around Daniel long enough yet to pick up some of these terms. But the general idea for me is, well, I can even go so far as breaking skin or having bruises, but only the kind that are going to heal on their own in a few days, you know?" He could do more. HAS done more, but that's not his general preference unless there's someone around who's willing to pick him up and carry him to bed after. That usually requires a vampire's strength...
Corbin is reading him well today. The tie around his neck like a leash is putting him in the mood to do as he's directed rather than take the lead. Especially when Corbin leans in to kiss his neck like that.
"You could say it's one of my favorite impromptu toys..." Max is starting to say then he let's out a loud "UNF!" and practically melts into a puddle. His breath comes hard and fast, and his limb start to tremble so suddenly it's almost alarming.
"Oh, fuuuck," he groans. "That's good." Corbin has found Max's absolute favorite thing, teeth on his neck.
Corbin shrugs "Some folks like it, and that's great. Uh, CBT is like, hurting someone's junk. We can talk 'bout it later, I ain't gonna step on you or nothin'." No, what he had planned for Max had nothing to do with anything like that. He didn't even really plan to bruise him, but it was good to know for some other time.
"It's a real nice toy, I ain't ever been much for ties, but I think I could change my mind." He licks his lips as he says it, giving Max another nibble.
"You're lookin a little shaky there Max, here sit down." He'll guide him down til he's sitting on the couch next to him and then he'll swing over so he's straddling Max's lap, one hand still on that tie. "There, that better?" He unbuttons the top couple of buttons on Max's shirt, tugging on the tie to get it looser, making him look a bit disheveled. The look he's giving him is one that's eager, and he's smiling as he looks down at him, making him stew for a bit before he leans in to kiss and nibble on some more of that newly bared skin.
"Fair enough," Max groans. He's not sure he'd be able to pay enough attention now for the information to really stick. No, he's sure he can't.
"I could put one on you some time..." He thinks Corbin would look nice in one. But Corbin looks nice in general so that's not hard.
"You're hitting my good spots," Max says as he all but collapses into the couch. A big satisfied smile spreads on his face when Corbin swings into his lap. "Much better..."
The anticipation is nearly killing him. He bites down on his bottom lip while he waits with bated breath for Corbin to make his next move. And when he does, Max groans and arches his back into that press of lips and teeth.
"Ain't you sweet." Corbin liked to know he was doing something right, he loved vocal and responsive partners that didn't make him guess if he was doing well, and Max sure was that.
He grinds against Max's cock as he slowly undoes his buttons so he can get access to more of his throat.
"You can touch if you wanna, I promise you ain't gonna get in trouble for it." If Max wanted to touch or grope or grab that was A-ok with Corbin. He kept his hips moving slow as he felt Max's cock under him, making his own small noises.
"What am I gonna do with this now?" He asks, as if he hasn't already decided what he wants to do with Max, hard and eager underneath him.
Since Corbin has given him permission, Max lets his hands wander freely. One trails down Corbin's back until he reaches his ass. He grabs a handful and gives it a nice squeeze, groaning with pleasure at the same time from how Corbin grinds against his cock.
His other hand goes up to Corbin's gorgeous long hair. Fingers slide up from the nape, digging into his scalp with his nails.
"G-good things, I hope," Max replies in a voice that mixes teasing with helpless lust almost seamlessly. Everything about this already feels good.
Corbin groans at the hand in his hair, his hips stuttering as he has to resist the urge to speed up. His eyes flutter closed for a second.
"Hell yeah good things..." He opens his eyes and watches Max for a second. "But I think I need to be wearin a bit less for anything I got planned." He can not ride Max's dick while full clothed. "You wanna help me out there?" What a silly question, of course he does.
A question with an easy answer. Max nods, his hand is already moving up from Corbin's ass to find the edge of his tank top. Max will give it an eager tug, intent on getting it off over Corbin's head.
"Might have to get off my lap a second to get those trousers down." But Max is eager to facilitate that, his fingers already helpfully undoing Corbin's fly.
The tank comes off easily, Corbin doesn't even care where Max drops it, he can pick it up later. He sighs a bit as he is reminded that it will be hard to get his trousers off while he's in Max's lap.
"Yeah, guess I might have to. I like it here though..." And he's torturing himself as much as Max, and gods does he know it as he grinds against his cock a few slow times, just to feel the way he squirms.
The compliment makes him grin. "And you ain't even got to the present yet." Gods but there was something about someone being so eager for him that just hit so many good buttons. It was hard to feel self conscious when someone was at your mercy and saying such nice things about you.
But he doesn't make Max beg too much, climbing off his lap after a few long, slow moments so he can get out of those tight pants. There's no underwear underneath them, which is handy when your goal is to get naked as soon as possible. The boots stay on as he climbs back onto Max's lap, knee high and soft black leather with crow's wing embossing up the sides. He likes this, him naked and Max still fully clothed.
"Get your cock out for me, okay Max? But the pants stay on, and don't touch yourself too much." He grabs one of the lube packs that Daniel keeps in baskets scattered around the club and then he pauses to watch Max get his cock out, reaching down to wrap a hand around it and stroke him a few times, slowly. Damn, that was a sizeable cock. He still wanted it, but this might take a bit more prep than he thought.
"I like it too," Max groans and does, indeed, squirm so nicely with Corbin grinding up against him. Those slow motions have him so eager for more.
He'd be sorry to feel Corbin go when the man finally gets up off his lap, if not for knowing the best is yet to come. And the view is so unexpectedly nice when Corbin pulls down his shorts to reveal nothing beneath. Max's grin splits wide. He likes this too. Corbin in nothing but those boots has him rock hard and ready.
"Yes, sir." Max slides himself free of his pants with practice ease. Even with the base still shrouded in fabric, his cock stands at an impressive height.
He shudders and arches slightly into Corbin's hold. He's so turned on he's already throbbing with need at each slow stroke. But if he's not allowed to touch himself then touching Corbin will have to do. His hands roam over Corbins back, down to his ass once more where he takes a cheek in each hand.
I normally...See, here's the thing. I'm not much of a schemer. I say what I think. I do what I think. Ain't no pretence. I live what I feel in the moment.
My friends at home keep me from doing stupid shit most of the time. I don't have people to do that for me here. Lexa's good, but, I can't put that on one person.
We're in a pretty small community here, relatively speaking. So, it might be easier to notice things than you think.
But that's all I ask. Just try. It never hurts to have someone to keep you honest. And I wouldn't ask you to take criticism from me if I couldn't take it back.
Max, you complete wanker, how dare you? [Rowan looks pretty close to tears, but it's tears of happiness, their voice echoing strangely in the small addition to their room that can be seen behind them. Wanker comes out as a complete endearment, said with more affection than anytime they've called him 'love', more affection than they feel they can hold.
How else are they meant to respond to two people that they were already smothering crushes for getting them something that fixes the bane of their life in this place? Max and Lucas might not realise it, but they've gifted Rowan back body autonomy, given them an escape from the problem of the baths that was slowly growing into an irritant that would have lead to their dysphoria returning. There's not enough money, favour or love in the world that can repay such a gift, but it's not going to stop them from trying.] You git, you'd better get over here so I can thank you properly!
[Rowan doesn't even necessarily want him over to fuck him senseless (although if he shows any sign of want it, they will absolutely oblige), they just need to hold him right now, to manifest some of this affection physically in the hopes that it won't overspill entirely.]
You made me so happy, I can't... I don't... Just get over here.
[Not that he'd ever turn down a good time with Rowan, but he is mostly teasing about trying it out. He will happily accept warm hugs. More than happily.
He gets there as fast as he can, and knocks on the door. When Rowan opens up, they will find Max in a slightly more casual state of dress: beige trousers, a royal blue shirt and light blue tie. He's starting to branch his fashion out beyond black suits.]
As always, Rowan's door is ajar, but they rush to greet the knock, dropping their tome and the note on the bed as they pass. They barely take in Max's change of clothes, throwing themself at him, wrapping arms around his neck and pulling him roughly down into a series of desperate kisses.
"You little shit." They punctuate each word with another kiss, pressing up as close to him as they physically can, absolutely not worried that they're still in the corridor. "Why'd you waste favour on me?"
Max probably won't get much of a chance to see, but he might be able to feel that Rowan has also come by a change of clothes, the newbie trousers having finally been replaced by a pair of skinny jeans that fit almost like a second skin around their legs - and bum, not that it's visible under the long, loose t-shirt that they're wearing, covered by an undone button up.
He melts against Rowan, turning into putty at the onslaught of kisses. Each word from Rowan has him grinning harder and harder.
He does peripherally notice the change of clothes, being attuned to such things, but he's got more important things to occupy his mind. Like how CUTE Rowan is being. And how happy they are.
"For the record," he says when he can get a word in edgewise, "it's not a waste."
He wraps Rowan up tight in his arms and starts walking them backward into the room. Because they really should get out of the doorway.
"Seeing you this happy is worth double the price." Kiss. "Triple!" Kiss. Kiss. "I can't think of anything I'd rather use it on."
Letting Max walk them back into the room, Rowan leans up into each kiss, relinquishing their hold just enough to let them move in sync. At least until they're far enough into the room that Rowan can push the door closed behind him, and then push him up against it.
Using their hold on his shoulders, they press down for a moment, giving him a moment's warning before they jump up, wrapping their legs around Max, trusting him to be able to take their weight as they claim his lips in another firey kiss. "You're a git." They kiss him again, pressing as close as they physically can. "Thank you."
He guesses by that pressure what they intend, and readies his muscles for the jolt. When Rowan jumps up, he expertly catches them with his hands on their rump. It's barely a challenge to keep them held there against him, and it's such a pleasure to have Rowan face to face with him without having to lean down. He almost doesn't want to let them pull away enough to speak.
"Yeah well," he tries to mimic their tone of endearing admonishment. "You're cute." He punctuates that with a kiss to the tip of their nose.
"And you are very welcome."
His expressions turns more serious now. "I know we haven't talked a lot, explicitly, about your general life experience but... I'm sure some things can't be easy. And well... people can be real motherfuckers about it where I'm from. I just really want you to know I care about you so much. And I'm damn grateful I met you."
With those words, the tears that were threatening to spill finally do, as they claim Max’s lips in another desperate kiss. Their heart feels like it’s about to burst. How do you deal with all this love? And not from family or pack, but a friend? They had been assuming that Lucas had shared their promise of a fuck should he find a shower, but to have Max (and Lucas?) realise all of that of his own accord, and act to protect Rowan... it’s flattering in a way they didn’t know was possible, and they try to pour all of their love, affection and gratefulness into the kiss, trying to explain with their body what words fail them.
“You... thank you.” They kiss him again, words still failing them, but briefly this time. “Max, thank you so much, you don’t know how much this means to me.” How can they ever repay him and Lucas for this?
Max uses his hands to boost Rowan into his chest until they are crushed together so tight it's almost like they occupy the same space. And he pours back all the affection, all the acceptance, the hope and renewal he's felt since meeting Rowan right back into that kiss, just as desperate and passionate.
There's so few people he feels he can be his better, more genuine, self around. Rowan is sitting tied for the top of that list. It's not even about what they know, or don't know. It's that, for all they find him attractive, they've always wanted to talk to him too, and to listen. Really listen. And he doesn't think there's any way he can possibly tell them how much it means to find someone he can share so much of his soul to. But what he can't put into words, he will strive to put into deeds.
"No, maybe I don't all the way. But I'd like to."
He pulls away from the kiss to take a breath. And finally looks down at Rowan's new ensemble. He's finally able to appreciate the feel of jean fabric beneath his hands.
"I like you new style, by the way. Or, is this the old style?"
That comment catches Rowan off guard again. Maybe... maybe he could. But then they realise, heart clenching painfully, that no. As much as they want to, as much as Max deserves it, he won't ever be able to fully understand, because Rowan has to lie to him because of the damn Litany. And in that moment they hate it more than they've ever hated it before.
At least the remark on their clothes is enough of a distraction from that thought. "Mm? Oh, yeah. Old style. Thank fuck. I dunno that I could have put up with those trousers much longer." Except they could have, because replacing them meant spending money. "I see you lost the jacket today as well." They belatedly realise, hands stroking over Max's shoulders as they look at what they can see, as appreciative as ever.
"I dig it," he digs his fingers a little harder into Rowan's cheeks as he says that.
"Oh? Yeah. What do you think? I'm trying out dressing slightly down. It feels weird to be the one guy going around in a full suit the whole time. And...well, the suit thing was always for my Master's taste. I'm trying to see if it still fits here."
Another day the mention of Max's master would sour Rowan's mood, even with the realisation of not being able to tell Max everything they still feel giddy, especially given that he's trying to break away from him.
"It's a bit late to worry about what you're wearing after the whole castle has seen you streaking, don't you think?" Rowan smirks, hand curling around the tie and tugging a little. Oh, they remember the reaction they got from that the first time they pulled Max into their room, it's just a shame that from this position they can't take full advantage of it. Not that there's any other disadvantages to it, especially with Max's hands firmly placed under their bum still. "But I like it. I mean, you'd look good in a potato sack, but this really suits you."
"You got me there. But, you could say I still had a suit on, even then." He waggles his eyebrows, because he knows Rowan gets the punchline (and if Rowan ends up punching him for it, it was still worth it.)
A purr rumbles in his throat and he leans slightly into the pull on that tie. He'd been content with just a friendly get-together but if Rowan is going to go and do that, his motor can't help but rev up a little.
"Thanks. I'll be sure to keep experimenting. Maybe I can put on a little fashion show for you some time. Or maybe..." he starts to walk them slowly into the room heading for the bed, "I'll do a different kind of show." The kind where clothes come off instead of on.
Rowan can't even begrudge him that pun right now, and they bury their face in his shoulder to hide a snigger. They might have paid him back with a nip to the throat, but since his collar gets in the way, he misses out. It doesn't last long in any case, as the idea of a show perks them up.
"The kind of show where you might keep your hat on?" They suggest, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your birthday suit is my favourite one, by a mile."
Noticing that they're heading towards the bed, though, Rowan tugs again. "Hey, don't you want to see what your hard work earned you the free use of?" They suggest, looking pointedly over his shoulder at the new door set into what was previously a plain wall.
Ah, ah. Can't hide that from him. He can feel the sniggering against him and it's all he ever wanted.
"Well, I dont have a hat, but I do have a tie. And I've been known to leave it on." Because it does make such a nice handle.
"Buuuut, silk doesn't do well with water, so, maybe we'll save that." He turns and starts toward the shower door because HELL YEAH he wants to try it out.
Maybe they can get hold of one of those removable collars for Max so he really can just wear the tie, with something to give him a bit of protection when it’s pulled on. Because they agree, it makes an excellent handle.
Trusting Max to keep them safe, they free their other arm from around him as well, sliding both hands up his tie now. “Shame. But it’d be a shame to ruin it too.” Clever fingers fiddle with the knot, loosening it enough that they can tug it wider, and then undo it, taking their sweet time, and letting it tug around Max’s neck in the process. “It’d better wait for another time.”
As they finally undo it and let it slide off his neck, their fingers moving to the top button of his shirt, undoing it and then pushing it aside so they can lean in to kiss just below his Adam’s apple.
Rowan doesn't need to be overly concerned with being rough. In the right context, Max won't mind it at all. Not with someone he trusts.
He easily bears their weight when they release their hands to start loosening his tie. He even begins to sway with them, almost like they are slow dancing.
"There will be plenty of other times. You know I can't resist you." Especially not when Rowan kisses him there and like that.
His head tips back slightly, so his throat is even more wide open. A lovely shiver travels down his spine.
"I never get tired of that." He says, voice husk already.
Well, since Max is asking so nicely... Rowan pops open another button on his shirt, parting it further, and opens their mouth, placing opened mouth kisses over his throat.
"So I was thinking." They murmur, before placing another kiss. "It might be time," another kiss, "for your investigation," another kiss; this time slightly to one side, "to take a new angle." They nip down, just under his jaw, not hard enough to leave any kind of mark even immediately, just enough for him to feel it. And just in case that wasn't enough to get the message across, they drape their arms around his shoulders again, taking some of their weight there so they can rub their arse into the hands placed there.
...And yes, this isn't getting to the shower. But Max is so distracting, who can blame them?
He has to tighten his grip to keep from going weak from those kisses. Veins stand out against the skin with how his neck is straining. That nip makes his knees wobble.
"Mmmm," he rumbles, "I would looove to continue this investigation into new territories, but if you keep doing that while I'm holding you, you're going to end up with a bruise on your ass instead." He says this good naturedly enough, but it's half-true. God, one day he's going to get over that weakness but it's not today.
Rowan pouts at him, apparently upset by that and pulls away from Max’s throat. “Well, if you can’t take it.” Their voice is soft, almost on the edge of being a threat, as they wiggle free from his arms and drop both feet to the ground with a dancer’s grace.
They don’t stop there, though, slowly, inch by inch, folding their legs under them, kissing along the strong lines of Max’s chest, hidden under his shirt. “Maybe I’ll have to find something else to nibble on instead.” They fold their knees under them, coming to rest with their lips hovering over Max’s crotch and look up at him.
Oh no. That pout is so cute. Max almost can't be sorry. He definitely isn't when he sees the grace with which Rowan releases themselves. How had he not noticed this before? He's paying attention now.
A shudder rolls through him. The muscles of his chest jump as if shocked by the electricity in Rowan's lips. He's having trouble catching his breath. The sight of Rowan kneeling before him has stolen it all away.
"I wouldn't dream of stopping you," he threads his fingers into their hair and scrapes nails against their scalp, lightly encouraging.
This isn't making it to the shower, but they can always clean up together afterwards, right?
They tilt their head into that light scratch, enjoying it enough to let their eyes flutter closed as they lean into kiss Max's cock through his trousers. Their hands slide along his waistband, teasing fingers dipping underneath until they reach his belt and flies, which they start to work on as their kiss turns into a nuzzle, pressing their face up against him through his clothes.
"And I'm all yours." They reply, glancing up at him with a smile as they hook their fingers under his briefs to make sure they don't catch on anything sensitive, and then pull both them and his trousers down in one go.
Depending on how this goes, the shower may be pretty handy.
His lips part in an expression on unfiltered desire watching them nuzzle in close. He continues to scratch lightly on Rowan's hair, giving a few encouraging presses too. The moment their fingers hook into his briefs, he feels his heart thud with excitement knowing what they intend a split second before they yank down.
His erection swings free of the fabric. And Max laughs because he's about to say the worst possible thing and he already knows it's bad but he still can't stop himself.
God, hearing Max laugh like that makes Rowan’s heart swell, even more so for knowing what’s coming. They roll their eyes for show and lean in to nip the flesh of Max’s thigh, punishing him ever so lightly for it, in a way that they hope will only encourage him.
“You can stuff that joke where the sun don’t shine... along with your cock.” Rowan chuckles, but they squirm slightly, thinking about it inside them. Soon. But first...
They lean in, rubbing their cheek against Max’s erection, lips parted slightly as they draw back towards the head. “Max...” They murmur, voice low and husky, full of need and want. “Will you let me have you raw?”
If he asks for a condom they’ll respect his wishes without question, but they’ve been thinking about this for weeks now. Everyone here says it’s safe, but it still doesn’t feel it, but with Max, illogical as it is, they do feel safe. And they’re desperate to try; Max coming over them when they were all together igniting a need that Rowan’s been ignoring for years. They want to taste the musk that fills their scented nose this close to him, to pull back the foreskin and lavish attention on the head of his cock, and then later to feel him fill them up with his hot seed, and as they look up at Max, his cock on their cheek, pleading eyes large and darkened by lust, they hope he can tell just how desperate they are for him.
If that's the punishment he's going to receive, then he'll have to think of some even worse ones. He wants more sweet discipline.
Rowan's reply really makes the experience. God, he loves that they can both fire back on each other like this. Rowan is so clever and witty and cute and...
His dick gives a heartfelt throb against their cheek at the word 'raw.' That's almost answer enough, but this request requires more than that.
"Yes," he whispers with a throat that's gone very dry.
Max has always strictly practiced safe sex when it comes to other humans (vampires are a different story). Most his encounters were and are one night affairs, so it makes sense. If he's going to be going at it with just anyone, it's an absolute necessity. But Rowan isn't 'just anyone' and here, he's been told, there's no consequences to fear. It leaves his dying to ditch the rubber. Out of respect for everyone else, he hasn't voiced that desire.
Safe sex has always been incredibly important to Rowan back home for the same reasons, and they've always been careful to not only use protection but also to get tested regularly. The only exceptions for them have been a few times where they were the one not wearing something, to make sure they were making the right choice, but those are times that they prefer not to think about these days.
Max's enthusiastic reply gets Rowan's blood pumping, as much as the task ahead of them. They part their lips, and start by delicately lapping over the tip, gently pulling the foreskin back for getter access. The taste is more sour than they imagined, but it doesn't put them off, pulling the foreskin back further so they can lavish attention around the whole head, before parting their lips enough to take it between them and suckle lightly, bobbing their head to give the illusion of friction between them.
Then they draw back completely and look up at Max again. "God, I love giving head so much." They murmur, huskily. "Remind me why I haven't done this to you get?" They don't wait for his reply, but part their lips wide and start to swallow him, eager to see how much they can manage, eyes still rolled up to watch Max's response.
"If I'd... known you liked it so much..." Max panted "I would have asked sooner."
It wasn't that he thought Rowan didn't like it, it's just that he had so many things he'd wanted to do to Rowan first. He jumped the line.
But it's his cock that's jumping now in Rowan's mouth. "Oh, fuck! Your're good at it," he says as his head tilts back, eyes going half-lidded. "Oh, MMmmm!"
His hand tightens in their hair involuntarily. Jesus FUCK that's good.
On the one hand, there's so many things that Rowan wanted and still wants to do with Max. On the other, that's the advantage of - whatever this is (and Rowan still doesn't want to put a name to it) - where they keep getting to try new things with one another.
They moan around Max's cock as he pulls on their hair, eyes falling back to the task at hand as they try and relax their throat, wanting to take him right to the base. They don't quite manage, making it most of the way down before they have to stop and pull back, lavishing attention on him with their tongue as they do. It's even better than normal without the sharp taste of the latex, Max's scent filling their senses and turning them on even more as they take another attempt to deep throat him, determined to manage.
Max is equally in awe over the fact that he has the option to build a rapport with Rowan like this. They can plan things for future times, with no rush to get it all done at once. It's... well it's really wonderful.
He'll have later to think more about that. Right now, he's consumed with just how good Rowan's mouth feels enveloping him. He makes low noises of encouragement as they work their way down on him. The amount they've taken in already is impressive. But he can tell they are trying to go for the gold while not quite succeeding yet.
"Rowan," his voice is full of lust, but also just a hint of concern, "it's okay if you don't get it all. Believe me, this feels great."
Drawing back again, Rowan was going to answer, but they get distracted for a moment, bobbing their head over the tip, tongue dancing over the tip. Their hand comes up to stroke the base, their saliva making it glide over Max's skin.
Finally letting Max's erection drop from their lips, they continue the hand job as they look up at him. "You're underestimating how much I get off from this, from feeling your cock fill me up." And with that, they'll part their lips again and swallow him down in one smooth motion. This time they almost reach the base, their nose just a hair's breadth from touching him, and they remain their for a moment, enjoying the weight and feel of him, before they draw back again to where they can bob their head and tease him with their tongue at the same time.
"Oo-oooh," he purrs, "you won't hear me complaining about the attention."
Hearing Rowan talk about how his cock fills them up causes another hard throb. Pleasant memories of how tight they were around him before come back to mind, causing his heart to flutter in his chest.
"F-fuck, Rowan!" he cries when they go back down on him. He spasms in the back of their throat. Those throbs in his dick increase in frequency with every bob of their mouth over him.
"God, you have me so worked up with that. You better be careful."
They should draw back, given that they already promised Max a go somewhere else as well, but their will power fails them. He’s so hot like this, towering above them, and the weight and taste of his throbbing erection has Rowan’s body throbbing with arousal itself. They only pick up the pace, one hand resting lightly on his hip as they take more of him into their mouth and relaxing their throat around him, tongue gliding over the parts it can reach. As they do so, they look up at him, a pointed gaze in their eyes. If Max wants to come anywhere outside of their mouth, he’s either going to have to find it in him for a second round, or pull out himself, because Rowan’s enjoying this too much to stop.
His shoulder blades draw together with the tension of his efforts to stay grounded, to keep his knees from going out from under him while Rowan bobs on his dick. His fingers tighten in their hair, nails scraping their scalp. He wants to keep his eyes open, to keep looking at Rowan looking at him like that! But the force of his pleasure is too great, his eyes roll back and his chin tips to the ceiling.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK, that's good!
"O-oh," he whimpers, his hips quiver as the impending release builds, "I-I'm going to-!"
He can't stop it. For the briefest of moments he considers trying to pull away, but the motion turns into a jittery half-thrust that only pushes him deeper into Rowan's mouth. And it's all too little too late. His hot seed spills out accompanied by a thunderous cry that rings off the walls.
"Oh...god..." he murmurs when the climax ebbs, at last. "I might need to sit down." His legs feel like two rubber bands, and he doesn't think Rowan can catch him.
Those fingers in their hair feel good, but not as good as Max's reaction. Rowan could watch him like this every day - and this isn't a bad position to enjoy it from. They rock their hips a little, their body not quite as needy as Max is right now, but definitely starting to build, right until Max manages to splutter out a warning.
For a moment they hesitate - they've never had someone come in their mouth before, and they don't want to fuck it up. Should they try and swallow, or draw back and let Max come over their face? But then it's too late; Max pushes into them and comes, pulsing in their mouth.
Rowan's hand on his hip turns into a grip, and they splutter a little, but manage to swallow most of it, gulping down around Max to try and keep themself from making a mess. By the end they're panting slightly, but looking very self satisfied as they draw back, licking the last of it from Max's cock, until his spent member falls from their lips. There's a trickle of cum in the corner of their mouth, and Rowan glances up at Max, intending to lick it away while looking at him before Max speaks.
Immediately they jump to their feet, their hand pulling Max's arm over their shoulders as they do so, supporting him. "I've got you. Think you can manage to get to the chair? It's only a few steps." And they'll be there for him to lean on every step of the way, of course. Their voice is a little husky, but they don't notice, all attention on keeping Max safe.
He's half-ready to apologize to Rowan for failing to pull away... until he sees them licking him clean and oooh what a wonderful memory that is going to make. Good thing he's so spent, or that would have him about to blow all over again. He's all for watching Rowan finish that show but then...
Suddenly they're up and putting an arm under him for support, which is nice, but maybe not as absolutely necessary as he made it sound.
"Yeah, yeah," Max rushes to assure them. "No, it's fine. I'll be fine."
Now, he's trying not to laugh because the concern is really touching and it's mostly himself he's laughing at for being so dramatic.
"I just mean, you really did a number on me. I'll be okay though, really. I promise!"
"Git." Rowan pouts at him, but guides him over to the chair anyway. Rather than helping him into it, they push him down, not as gentle any more, before claiming his lap. "If it was that horrible, I won't do it again!" They proclaim, though they absolutely don't mean it. Aside from anything else, they enjoyed it almost as much as Max did.
The pout that they pull is probably ruined somewhat by that trickle of cum still in the corner of their mouth, though. Not to mention the way that they can't quite manage to keep it, hints of their smirk showing through underneath.
Now he actually is laughing as he's pushed roughly down --which makes it very hard to look contrite at the same time. Who is he kidding? He was never destined to pull that off. Not with Rowan in his lap pouting so cutely.
"I think think the evidence," Max brushes that small bit of drying slick from the corner of their mouth and holds it out as proof, "speaks for itself. Unless my investigation skills are way off."
Fuck, why is it so hot to see his cum on their face? Hang on, Rowan, because Max has a feeling there's going to be an encore. --Just give him some time and he will deliver on those promises he made earlier. They still have a shower to christen, after all.
"I loved that a lot and you know it. I can't believe how lucky I am right now."
Giving in, Rowan finally licks their lips clean, then leans in to lick Max's finger clean as well, with soft, deft motions, holding his hand by the wrist. "You're lucky? I'm the one who got a meal and a show." Rowan smirks, licking their lips again as they release Max's hand.
They lean into him, resting their head on his shoulder and idly playing with the remaining buttons on his shirt. Their own need is still present within them, but for now it's burning low, letting them enjoy the moment. "I'm glad you got to be the first guy I tasted." They would have been just as happy with Lucas as well, but they feel so comfortable and safe with both of them that it was really just a toss up of who got there first. But Max won out, and now they get to curl up in his lap like the cat that got the cream.
The smile on his face changes shape to something a lot darker and a lot hungrier while he watches Rowan lick their lips and then him, clean. A sudden bloom of heat has his cheeks burning and his lips parting with needy sigh.
What were they talking about...? He'd completely forgotten. He's not even sure what Rowan said to him just now. Wait. Wait. Yes, he does know.
"I was really your first?" He asks with a mixture of warm pride and awe.
There's a brief twinge when he remembers someone else who he'd unknowilingly been the first for. That had gone disastrously. But, no, not even those thoughts can ruin this mood. Rowan is too cute and simultaneously sensual curled up like a milk-drunk cat him his lap.
"I'm really touched that you trusted me with that. And I... I really liked it." Did he say that already? Well, it's worth repeating.
Catching that lusty gaze, Rowan smirks a little, their body responding to it with a spike of desire of their own. They would squirm under that look any day of the week, and knowing they can cause it in Max makes their head giddy.
"Not my first blow job, obviously." Rowan chuckles. "But without a condom, yeah." They take a breath, hand still fiddling with Max's shirt lazily. "I don't... I don't really do relationships. Never have done. So I have to be careful, and my Mums made sure I knew what I was doing and that I was being responsible as a kid."
Rowan slowly trails a hand down Max's chest. "I've never slept with one person as much as I've slept with you or Lucas. You both might have sold me on it, though. I didn't realise there was so much to already knowing your partner." They look up at him, grinning. "You'd better be careful, I think I'm getting addicted to you."
"Yeah... first, uh, swallow." Max's cheeks are about as red as twin traffic signals. Damn, that was so hot. So hot. And knowing it was their first time and they didn't...well, gag on the taste or something, that makes it so much better.
"I'm glad your mums were so proactive in protecting you." He runs his hands up their arms in a reassuring gesture. Their relative inexperience does not in any way bother him.
"I have one or two people at home I see repeatedly," he hesitates to say how very committed he is to his master because, as far as Rowan knows, that's just his job. "And, it is really nice to already have all the first meeting awkwardness out of the way...to form a deeper connection."
He smiles so fondly at Rowan. He can feel that pressure in his chest that he refuses to name squeezing him tight again. "You and Lucas, by far, are the closest I've ever been with someone. So... if you're in danger of getting addicted then, It might be too late for both of us already. I don't think I could possibly give up what we have now." He hopes they feel the same.
That blush is so endearing. Rowan can't help but lean in and press a kiss to each cheek, then nose against Max affectionately. How someone can be so sweet, and yet so sexy at the same time is beyond Rowan, but they're very glad that they found him.
"Good. 'Cos I ain't planning on going anywhere, so you're both stuck with me." At least until Rowan can set the pair of them up together. Then maybe they'll have to withdraw a little. But they'll see what happens when that happens. For now, they just lean in to claim a loving kiss, sweet and loving, but their lips parted slightly in unconscious invitation.
Max is already hopelessly addicted to the way Rowan nuzzles him and in just such a small way makes him feel so cared for and comforted. If they think they'll be able to withdraw, Max will have something to say about it. Like he told Lucas, he's got a lot of room in his heart, enough for both of them. They are both wonderful and sweet, both sensitive and intuitive but Rowan...
There's a flame in them that sparks so pure and hot that he can see it in the grey glow of their eyes every time they look at him. Such a surety of purpose, such a fierce protectiveness in them --Max admires it more than he could ever say. He feels so safe just knowing he has Rowan at his back, no matter what he'll face here.
"Oh no," he puts a hand dramatically over his forehead, "what ever will we do?"
He can think of some things. He kisses them deeply, probing his tongue between their parted lips, letting it explore over teeth and tongue, and even glancing over the inside of their cheek like he wants to memorize every part of them. Maybe that's exactly what he wants to do.
This kind of kiss isn't a bad choice. Rowan lets Max explore, chasing his tongue with theirs but not interfering. A moment's thought has them wondering if Max can still taste himself on their tongue, and if he enjoys that or not.
And as they kiss, their hand continues fiddling with his shirt until - whoops! There goes another button. And another. And if Max doesn't stop them, Rowan will undo each button in turn until they can push his shirt open and slide their hands over his chest, drinking in the feel of his firm muscles under their soft fingers.
In fact, Max can taste himself faintly on their tongue. The slight hint of salt and musk doesn't bother him, but neither does it particularly excite him. But the exploring does. And the slow progress Rowan is making on the buttons of his shirt, that surely does.
When their hands slides down his chest, he breaks away from the kiss to let out a low needy moan.
"Oooh, if you keep going like this, I might just decide to take you over the back of this chair." That's not a threat, that's a promise.
"Is that meant to discourage me?" Rowan smirks up at him, with a roll of their hips - though an extremely careful one, since they're still dressed and Max isn't. They don't want to hurt anything, after all! Their hands move up to his shoulders, catching the material of his shirt over them so they can push it down over them, undressing him further.
"Besides, you need to get past my jeans first." They add, before leaning in and claiming another kiss, their hands moving back down to his chest to map out those firm muscles some more.
"Absolutely not," he says with a laugh. "I'm hoping you'll tempt me into it."
He appreciates the care they are taking. Those pants look great on Rowan. Really great. But jean flavored rug burns are not going to be a good look on Max.
"Mmm can't be that hard..." he murmurs until the kiss cuts him off.
But, oh look, he's got his strength back already. Putting both hands around Rowan's thighs, he holds them tight to him, and stands, saying, "Hang on."
Normally Rowan would wrap their slim legs around his waist, but with Max holding them like that, they can't. So instead they lean into his chest and trail their hands back up to his shoulders, draping them over, and pushing his shirt further down his back, and therefore arms, in the process.
"Whoops~" They murmur, completely unapologetically as they trace their hand down his spine, pressing up into his neck, parting their lips and then purposefully stilling, their breath teasingly warm against his throat. Well, Max did say he wanted to be tempted. And when he's got such a sensitive erogenous zone it'd be rude not to take advantage.
Max's grip on Rowan tightens and he arches his back when he feels them press in close to his neck.
"hhhhmm," he breathes, "you're cheating again..." He doesn't sound sorry either. "God help me if you find any of my other hots spots."
Maybe one day Rowan can interrogate them out of him.
"That's it. Now you're going to get it."
He flips around and sets Rowan down on the chair. Then he tosses his shirt away, and strips down his trousers and underwear too. (The tie stays.) Rowan can have a nice look at just what their teasing is doing for him, now, because that erection is waking back up.
"Time to get those pants off you," he says, already reaching to push up Rowans shirt to get access to them.
“Getting my pants out from under my jeans is a magic trick I’d like to see.” Rowan laughs, eyes lingering on Max’s hardening dick. What if they gave him another blow job to see if they could actually take him properly this time? But no, the fire between their legs is springing up again, warmer than ever after the unsolved arousal from earlier.
They arch their hips into his hands, allowing him to undo the flies and reveal the boyshorts underneath, the elastic held taut over their hips to to reveal a glimpse of the dark hair under. They don’t let him admire the view too long, though, but push him away and stand up. Turning around, they pull their shirts off and toss them away, then bend themself over the chair, presenting their arse to Max, the jeans moulding perfectly around it. “You going to give it to me?” They smirk, looking back at him over their shoulder.
"These are cute," Max says when he sees the shorts.
He likes the nice line they cut across Rowan's hip. He also, instinctively reaches out, intending to drag a finger lightly down that trail of dark hair. The texture would be fun to explore -- Rowan doesn't give him the time for it.
Not that he's sorry because now he has a perfect ass in front of him just begging to be played with.
"Da-yum," Max's voice is full of appreciation. "How did you even get those on so tight?" Mark tight, tight jeans as a newly discovered turn-on for him.
"I'll give you everything and more when you're lookin' at me like that."
He smacks Rowan' playfully. Then his hands go to the waistband, and start to shimmy those jeans down. He's being careful because he doesn't want to rip them. He definitely wants to see them again.
That tone of appreciation pleases Rowan enough to have them letting out a quiet rumble of appreciation of their own, wiggling their bum for Max. "Practice, and just enough stretch in the jeans." They say, pleased. They're extra glad that the fae gave them back their exact wardrobe now - or at least a set close enough to it that the jeans are still as fitted to their body as they're used to.
That light smack as them letting out another pleased noise, and they resist the urge to arch their back into it, instead focusing on relaxing their legs to make it easier for Max to peel them free of their trousers. Only once they're free of them do they part their legs a little more and push themself up on to their toes, stretching out their legs and arse to give Max a better view. "Better without? Or should I put them back on?" They tease.
He's surprised, actually, how difficult getting these down are. But, he manages. He's determined.
"We both know the real treat is what's inside those jeans. So, it has to be without. But they do such a nice job of showing it off."
He delivers another smack, slightly harder this time, since they are pushing themself up so nicely.
"If I could get away with hanging a frame around this right here, I'd do it." He makes a square with his fingers and looks at Rowan through it, "Picture perfect. True art."
They can’t hold back a soft moan of pleasure at the slap, pushing up into Max’s hand. It feels better than expected, but maybe that’s partly Max’s gaze on them, making their skin burn for more.
“Might make it a bit awkward to go through doors.” Rowan points out, giving Max a moment to admire them, before straightening out and turning to him. They don’t more in immediately though, instead very bluntly checking him out, their eyes raking over his face, his chest, and then down between his legs, clearly pleaded with what they see.
“Anyway, you can say that, but you’re perfect all over, like some kind of Greek statue. Only better ‘cos you come with bad puns.”
"The bad puns are the best feature," Max says, thought that doesn't keep him from swaying his hips just enough to set his dick in motion too.
"Sure, those marble statues have great asses, but they servely lack in personality. When I've eaten three times my weight in cookies around here, at least I'll still have the bad jokes."
All of this, of course, is just a cover for the slight anxiety talking about his looks always brings. He doesn't look like this just for his master anymore, but it still puts Max in a weird place.
With Rowan, however, it's less so. Because he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that they like him for more than just his six-pack and dick. The whole package is important. So, he's happy he can deliver.
"Oh, any my baking skills. I'll still have those too."
Rowan cocks an eyebrow as Max swings his hips and his dick, and then can't hold back from laughing, snorting at how daft and playful Max is, and loving him all the more for it. "You eat that many biscuits and you'll burst." They warn him, poking his abs somewhere in the rough region of the stomach. "Won't help you keep my hands off you anyway. Ain't much helping that." Max's body is a nice bonus, but it's everything else about him that has Rowan coming back time and time again for more.
And speaking of keeping their hands off him, they allow their hand to trail down his body, heading towards that swinging dick. "You forgot your DIY skills, though. You'd still be able to nail me up against a wall."
His belly jumps at the touch while he gives a light snicker. Oh no, don't let Rowan find out he's ticklish. The startled laugh quickly changes to a pleased rumble as their hands travel down. Only to have him snorting again at that master level pun.
"Ha! Well, how else do you hang a picture frame?"
If Rowan directs their attention down, they'll be able to see (and maybe feel) just how fun an idea Max thinks that is. His hips aren't swinging anymore, but there's still plenty of throbbing movement.
"Of course, on the shower wall, I'd have to use a special tool...You've really gotta drill deep against tile."
Rowan doesn't need to look down, because in just a few moments, their fingers reach his cock, lightly rolling over it. Just that light touch has them tempted to fall to their knees again. Maybe they could manage to fit him entirely down their throat this time.
"Right, 'course. And you'll really need to hammer it home. I think I know just the one for the job, though." Their fingers loop around him loosely, stroking from base to tip with a teasingly light grip. "Is the shower wall where you want me?"
"As long as we break it in and don't break it." Rowan smirks, leans forward to kiss Max, hot and brief, and then pulls away entirely, dropping his cock. A push of the waistband and a shimmy has them stepping out of their knickers, and they cross over to the shower in a moment, turning it on, and then stepping down into the recessed area.
After a glance at the spray, they lean up against the wall in a spot where the water isn't washing over them, but instead on the edges of the spray where it hits their body like light rain. As they arch their back, arms crossed on the tile, presenting their arse to Max again, droplets gather and trickle down their pale back, down, around and in between the cheeks. "Got that frame ready, or just going to nail me to the wall as I am?" They ask, glancing back over their shoulder at him. "There's lube in the basket under the bed."
The moment Rowan's hand is gone, he feels the loss like a hot heat. He's a moth drawn to that flame. Oh Christ, what a flame. Rowan's show under the water has the blood throbbing through him like thunder in his ears.
He hurries to fetch the lube from under the bed, fumbling the basket a few times in his rush. Coordination is hard when all your blood is flowing south. He clenches the lube in one fist and hurries back to the shower.
"Damn Rowan, you're like a living wet dream," says Max as he runs his hands down their back, following the path of the water until he reaches their ass. He pauses to fully appreciate the lovedly shaped of it, stroking fingers down slowly, like it's so prescius he really could set a shrine up on it.
"I am never going to get tired of seeing you like this. You know that?"
Rowan shudders - from Max's hands or the compliment or both - and pushes up and out further, straining their back to give Max a good show and a good handful. They rest a cheek on the arms against the wall, smiling back at him over the shoulder.
"Only trying to live up to you, love." Not that they have any body insecurities that can actually be fixed, but damn. Max is a sight to see himself, and with the water dripping over those muscles leaving his skin glimmering in the light... It's just a shame from this angle they can't get a better look. "Anyway, you can have me as often as you want." A touch of redness comes to their cheeks, and they do pull away so they can twist enough to press a slightly awkward kiss to Max's lips. "It's the least I can do for what you've done for me."
"What's there to live up to that you haven't already?"
He steps in close, not caring how the spray hits him, because what he wants right now is just to hold Rowan close to him, wrapped tight in his arms from behind. When they twist to kiss him, he's right there, leaning in to complete the connection.
"I'm so glad you're happy with it. The only reward I ever needed was that. The rest of this is sweet, sweet icing on the cake."
Being pressed close has some advantages. For instance, while he says that last, his molten dick slides against their backside, sliding against the crease gently, promising so much more. He knows he'll have to break away and break out the lube before he can make good on those promises, but this is the perfect angle to lean in and lick the droplets off of ridge of Rowan's ear with gentle testing flicks of his tongue. Why hurry? Rowan isn't the only one who knows how to tease.
Max pressed up behind them feels wonderful, even without the hot dick pressed between them. Rowan gives up on leaning against the wall, and instead leans back, their back against his chest. Slick skin against slick skin feels glorious, and Rowan closes their eyes, wondering if they can convince Max to just stay like this for the rest of the day.
But then Max shifts, guiding his erection between their cheeks, and a mewl of need escapes Rowan's lips, followed by an arch of their back as he licks their ear. No one's thought to pay attention to the ridge before, and it's more sensitive than Rowan knew, each lap causing a sharp intake of breath. "You're too good to me." They manage to murmur, turning their head a little into him to encourage more. As they do so, they push themself up, rubbing themself up against Max's dick. He might be in the mood to tease, but Rowan's feeling even more wanton than usual.
With reactions like those, there's no way Max could ever stand to stay still that long. He makes a self-satisfied sound in the back of his throat, and flicks his tongue against their ear again. He's always found that place to be sensitive for him and he's pleased that Rowan likes it too.
"Nothing too good for you," he whispers against their ear between more licks and then a playful nip.
"Oh fuuuck," he moans when they press against him. The friction is so good. Too good! "Fuck, I can't resist when you do that."
So much for not being in a hurry. Rowan will hear the distinctive 'pop' of the lube top opening. Max spreads a generous amount on his fingers and then slides them down to play at Rowan's opening. He's forced to lean away a little to have room to maneuver, but the height difference makes it so that he can hunch forward and keep his mouth pressed up to their neck while he works his fingers slowly around their hole.
That nip has them shivering, going weak at the knees. They're suddenly incredibly grateful for Max's strong form behind them, trapping them between his body and the wall. "Fuck, Max, that feels so good." They groan, wishing they could grind up against him and turn to nip at his neck in revenge.
But they get what they want anyway - sort of. As Max curls around them, they press against the wall again to give him a bit more space and present themself to him again. But then he only teases, sliding his fingers around their smooth entrance, not giving them the friction and stretch that their body is desperate for. They growl softly, then push back against him, hoping they're slick enough that that'll cause him to slip inside. "Fair's fair! You keep teasing me, I'm going to do all I can to get you to hurry up and fuck me."
"Ah ha~" Max's dark chuckle tickles their ear, "looks like I found one of your weaknesses now too." Fair is fair, indeed. He'll be remembering this from now on.
"That just makes me want to tease you more. I like seeing you desperate like this."
But, whoops, their tactic works. They push against him and his finger pops into them just like they hope. But Max can go with that. Perseverance should be rewarded. He presses in more, stroking inside of them, teasing along the inner warmth with a purpose in mind.
"Rowan, this isn't something I've thought to ask before but... do you have a prostate?"
"You say that like it's hard to get me desperate..." Rowan groans, closing their eyes as Max starts his explorations, breathing hard. Although they regularly finger themself, it's been a while since they had anyone else's hands on them like this. Most of their partners get blindsided by their vagina, and while Rowan can't blame them, Max's question is part of the reason why they were guiding him this way.
They let it hang in the air between them, knowing their body well enough to know he's close, clenching around him slightly in anticipation. And when Max does brush against their prostate they make no attempt to hide it, crying out, their whole body clenching this time, toes curling and fists bunching. "Enough of, ah, an answer?" They turn to him again, gazing at him with a needy, lusty gaze.
As Max’s fingers brush that same spot again, Rowan’s legs buckle, and they have to brace themself on the wall. They cry out his name, as all they can do is cling to the wall and try not to collapse. It’s enough to keep them from coming, but only just, slim body shaking from the mixture of effort and need.
“Max, fuck, oh fuck!” They won’t be able to hold off long with such direct attention.
With a laugh, Max wraps his unoccupied arm around Rowan's middle to add some support while he leans in close, letting the heat from his warm chuckle brush their ear again.
"Do you want me to let up before you come, or should I keep going?" His fingers stills while he waits for the answer. He won't mind either way.
God, Max feels so good against them, warm and supportive. Rowan's heart pounds in their chest, blood rushing through their ears, as they struggle to put the words that he just uttered together through the fog.
"Let me come." They beg. They're not going to last long anyway, and it'll relax them and make it easier for Max to prepare them.
He kisses the ridge of their ear, and tightens his hold around them. Then his fingers press in on their prostate again, this time with laser focus. He won't stop or slow until he hears their cries bouncing off the tile walls.
Thank god for Max's hold. As soon as he starts to finger them again, Rowan's knees buckle, and they're left half in his arms, half clawing for purchase on the wall. "Max! O-oh!" They scream out his name, tipping their head back against him, and giving into pleasure. Only a few moments later, they're pulsing around Max's finger, squeezing on tightly to him as they cry out again, body shaking in his arms.
He holds them tight while they ride it out, shaking and tightening around him in ways that just scream for him to claim their ass for himself. He will, oh soon! But he can feel himself grinning like a fool in this moment because those cries are going to be echoing in his wet dreams for a lot of nights to come. There's nothing sexier than hearing his partner having such a good damn time.
"I am never, ever, going to get tired of hearing my name on your lips," Max whispers huskily into their ear. "Fuck, Rowan..."
As an afterthought he adds, "Don't worry, I can hold you up all day like this."
Max leaning in like that only causes another weak mewl from Rowan's lips as they shudder against him. "Just as well, 'cos you keep having me scream for you." And don't they enjoy it, almost as much as hearing Max scream their name. Rowan closes their eyes for a moment, panting as they try to catch their breath, body still humming with pleasure.
After a minute or so, once they've more or less got their breathing back under control, they open their eyes again. Their body has relaxed around him, even more so than before, and they smile back at Max, taking more of their weight again cautiously. "You should take advantage while I'm relaxed." They murmur, pushing back on his hand, to indicate what they're after. "You must be ready to get yours. Just leave my prostate until you have me warmed up again?"
"I'm so ready," Max says as he withdraws his fingers and gives them a light smack on the ass.
"Just hope I don't pop too soon." He probably won't since Rowan already got him once, but then again... they are so fucking sexy there's no telling how long he'll really be able to hold out. Only one way to find out.
He takes his cock in hand and presses to their opening, guiding the movement slowly so Rowan will feel every glorious inch of it.
"I'll, uh, do my best not to go too hard at it yet. Fair?"
Rowan shivers at the sensation of warm flesh against their entrance, closing their eyes again and forcing themself to relax rather than tense up in anticipation. The fact that there's no latex between them doesn't help, just Max's body, pressed up to theirs.
"Fair. I guess a long, slow fuck is a good way of finding out how long the hot water lasts." They laugh, smiling back at Max over their shoulder, but at the same time wiggling against him, encouraging him to take them.
"You keep wiggling like that and I don't think we'll have anything to worry about," he says through a throaty groan. He's so hard he doesn't think even a cold shower could save him now.
"Oh, Fuck, Rowan... you feel so good," he pants against their back while he pushes in, trying and failing to control his breathing. Without the condom over him, he can feel it all in new and heighened detail.
A shiver of pure pleasure runs down his back when he finally comes to a stop burried completely inside them. He presses a kiss to their shoulder, then their neck, then teases the lobe of their ear with his tongue.
Closing their eyes, Rowan relaxes around Max, letting him fill them up. Having just come, it's easier to focus on the details, on each inch of his cock pushing into them, on his warm breath on their back, on his hands holding them in place. It feels so good in a way Rowan hasn't experienced before, and they seek out one of Max's hands, lacing their fingers together and holding onto him tightly as Max fills them to the hilt.
They moan as Max teases their ear, snapped out of their reverie. "You feel amazing." They breathe, lifting his hand to their lips to kiss, in lieu of kissing the man himself. They want to ask him just to hold them like this for a moment, to let them feel this connection for a moment longer, but in the end chicken out. Instead, they shift their hand so they can kiss down to Max's wrist, then lightly graze their teeth over the tender skin there. "Fuck me, Max. Make me scream your name."
Max could have been content to stay there and bask in how right it feels to have Rowan stretched around him like this, to have his hand twined with theirs, their bodies pressed together as one, but their teeth grazing the tender flesh of his wrists causes a new spike of heat in his chest. His dick responds with an eager throb.
"I'll fuck you until you don't even remember how to form words," he grows in their ear. "How does that sound?"
He wouldn't give Rowan time to respond before drawing out in one slick motion and thrusting in again. The motion ripping a moan from his own throat in the process.
"Fuck, Rowan...!" He cries as he pumps into them, "Fuck, you're so good! You feel so good!"
Distantly, he remembers he's supposed to be going easy on them. Lord, he is trying. But it's hard to hold back with this pressure building behind his eyes. The pleasure coils like a spring tight in his belly.
Judging from Rowan's cry of pleasure, it sounds more than good. They clench their hand around Max's hand, resting the side of their head on the tile so that their pants hit the damp skin of Max's wrist. He's so big, but on this side there's only pleasure as their body stretches and adapts around him.
And then as Max's cock grazes over their prostate they scream out, arching into him, desperate for more. "Max, oh god! Oh fuck!" Going easy on them has just taken a flying leap out of the window, along with Rowan's self control.
Shifting a bit, they push up into Max, spreading their legs wider for him, hoping he'll be able to fuck them deeper and harder. And taking their weight on their shoulders, they reach down with their free hand between their legs, stroking their clit eagerly. "God, Max, I can't wait to feel you fill me up. You - oh, fuck! You feel so fucking good inside me!"
A litany of breathless whimpers fly from his lips. Rowan's panting breath against his skin drives him closer to the sun. The sound of his frantic rutting reverberates all around them.
Then Rowan's cry of pleasure cuts across it all, and Max feels a powerful throb pull his dick tight.
"Rowannnnn!" God, he couldn't slow down now if he wanted to. As they shift open for him, he changes the angle of his hips just slightly, so now he's driving up into them, as deep as he can go.
"I want to fill you with my hot cum," he groans against their ear. His free hand shifts up their front, seeking out their hardened nipple. He's so close, but he'll take Rowan with him if he can.
"Come for me, Rowan. I want you to squeeze every last drop out of me! Milk me dry!"
If they weren't, well, Rowan, they might have felt the need to be ashamed for how quickly Max got them going again, but they don't feel any shame in this. Who wouldn't get wound up again by the way Max is pounding into them, stretching them out, his breath heavy on their skin? The way he crowds Rowan into the wall, his hands holding them up and down at the same time, the noises he fills the air with. But more than that, Rowan loves that it's Max doing these things to them; that it's Max crying out their name, that it's Max's hands on their body. He feels right against them in ways they can't describe: two bodies melding into one, claiming and being claimed by each other.
"Oh, oh fuck, Max! I-- fuck!" Another thrust past their prostate has stars bursting behind Rowan's eyes, and they scream out his name again as they tense tightly around him and come hard.
Everything about this moment feels perfect. So perfect. His hand grips theirs tight, like he'll never let go. His name sounds so sweet flying from their lips.
I love you cries a voice in his mind. He bites down on it before he can give it voice.
"Oh fuck, Rowan! Rowan!" He can almost see the steam rising off their wet skin. With how hot this is, it's not hard to imagine at all.
Rowan cries out loudly and he can feel them tensing around him. He thrust in one last time, deep and hard with a hitching breath, and then guttural cry escapes him, while he spills over in waves of hot pleasure.
"Oh! Oh, Rowan!" He clings to them while it shakes him to his core. It seems to go on forever, his cock pumping more than he ever imagined he had to give.
When the last wave finally recedes, he whimpers and leans into them on wobbling legs. "Oh fuck. Oh, holy fuck."
He can't be any more articulate than that so, instead, he showers Rowan's back in kisses, while he tries his best not to collapse.
As Max thrusts into them and starts to fill them up, Rowan keens, arching their back as their body pulses around him, milking him dry as he asked. The hand that was between their legs slams into the tile and claws at it helplessly, attempting to support themself as their body quivers through the orgasm.
And when it starts to fade, they feel impossibly full, breath coming in short bursts, Max's heavy body a warm blanket in contrast to the colder tile. "That. Very much that." They manage to gasp, giving his hand a weak squeeze. Standing is difficult, and they're not sure they could if they weren't trapped between Max and the wall, but pulling away will certainly mean that he slips out, and they want to enjoy this feeling a little longer.
Rowan does pull Max's hand closer and kiss the knuckles of his fingers though, since they can't kiss the man himself. Then they close their eyes again and try to get their breath back, luxuriating in Max's presence. And then, "we should sit. Before we fall." They're very reluctant. But it's kind of necessary.
He wants to stay like this longer. But he's had to lock his knees just to stay up and he knows that's only a temporary solution. Yet, he so desperately wants to keep this feeling of closeness.
"I guess so..." he answers with the same reluctance, while he presses his face into their wet hair and nuzzles in. Let him just have a few more seconds of this...
Okay. Fine.
With a sigh of longing, he pulls out and puts his back to the cold tile. From there, he'll do a --mostly-- controlled slide down the wall and come to a sitting position next to them.
"Well, the good news is, there's still hot water."
Closing their eyes as Max curls in closer, Rowan wishes once again that they could stay like this. But the desire to be able to touch Max again is also building, so even though they let out a soft gasp as he pulls out, they don't say anything.
Without his weight on their back, though, there's nothing to stop them from sinking to their knees, likewise using their grip on the wall to control the fall. Then they shift over to slide into Max's lap, legs off to one side and their side against his chest. There, they can finally claim a long, sweet kiss, one hand resting over his heart and the other on his cheek.
"You're hot enough I wouldn't notice if it weren't." Rowan chuckles when they finally break it, nuzzling into his cheek. "That was something else, Max."
Max draws them in, wrapping them up in his arms loosely, with what strength he has left. If he didn't already feel like a sentient puddle of goo, that kiss would have done it. He practically melts against the wall as they claim his lips.
"I think you must be describing yourself," he laughs. "Every time I think you couldn't possibly get sexier, you go and set the bar higher. You never stop blowing my mind."
Rowan laughs fondly, nuzzling into him. “You’re selling me on the whole fucking someone over and over, that’s the problem. I love being able to drive you wild. And you driving me wild.”
They run their fingers over his cheeks, smiling at him. “And I’m looking forward to things getting even better. Somehow.”
"I could make a career out of fucking you and I'd never want to retire."
He gives them an affectionate squeeze. Good, he'd glad they want to keep coming back for more. He doesn't think he could stand it any other way. They are too much fun. Way too much.
"Seriously, I'm so glad we've clicked so well. Everything with you feels as natural as can be."
"Good, 'cos if that were the case I wouldn't let you." Rowan smile grows brighter, more affectionate, as they ignore the flutter of their heart.
"And I'm glad too. You and Lucas are the first ones to have me coming back for more, and I love the sex and all, but I feel so comfortable with you just hanging out too." They grin toothily. "Not that I'm so great at keeping my hands off you."
"It's an honor to be among such a lucky and elite group." Max says, and sincerely means it.
"One of these days we'll manage to be too tired to get horny and just hang out. One of these days." Not that he looks at all sorry about the continuous amounts of amazing sex they have.
"You can always beat me off with a stick. But then again, I might like that."
"There's so many ways I could beat you off." Rowan smirks, unable to miss the opportunity. Their eyes do flicker to the basket under the bed, which now contains a simple but elegant paddle, brought at an unmissable price, thanks to Max and Lucas' little race the other day.
"Let's clean off and dry off and see how long we last now? If we can't survive not jumping one another just after sex there ain't no hope for us." Rowan suggests with a laugh. But honestly, it's just an excuse to keep Max with them longer.
Max would have been very disappointed if Rowan didn't take an opportunity like that one. He loves that about them. It's like they speak the same language.
"Good idea. Although, I do have pretty good recovery times, I'm sure you've noticed." Well, that's one thing to thank his Master for.
"But, yeah, I think I might be good and done for a while now." Probably.
Rowan answers by offering him their hand to help them up. They don't strictly speaking need it, but they'll certainly take the offer.
"I ain't complaining about a break. Anyway, it's not as though you can't have me any day of the week." They grin at him. They could probably actually go again, given a bit of a break, but they're also perfectly satisfied to stop here in favour of spending some non-sexy time with Max. "We should head out somewhere public, then we'll have to keep our hands to ourselves." In theory, anyway.
He gets himself upright then takes their hand and helps pull them to their feet. His head still feels like it's in the clouds but the rest of him has made it back to earth.
"Out in public might be the only way. Also, it might not hurt to go grab something to eat. Or some coffee."
A thought occurs. "That could be the closest we've ever gotten to a traditional date."
If Rowan's head had come back to earth, it's definitely gone again at that suggestion. A date? But like, a friend date, right? Because that's all they are. Friends that just had incredibly hot sex, and talking about dates afterwards is absolutely normal.
"Yeah, that'd be nice. You can keep the coffee, though." Rowan manages to laugh, scrambling to their feet with Max's help. "It's tea or nothing for me." Releasing Max's hand, they step back into the full stream, letting it rinse off the evidence of their activity - from their skin at least. They hesitate a moment, and then reluctantly arch their back a little to start washing lube and cum from their entrance.
"Ah, should have known you were a tea drinker. Don't let Lucas hear you say it. He hates the stuff. I don't mind it but I prefer beans."
Max will wait his turn patiently, admiring the sight of them under the water while he does. He can't lie, there's something intensely satisfying about seeing his own seed dripping from their ass like that.
"This shower really is pretty handy. But, you don't happen to have a blow-dryer too?"
Rowan runs their fingers through their hair last of all, then steps out of the way, shaking themself off, before hopping to grab them both towels. "No, sorry. I normally just shove a bit of mousse in and hope for the best."
They start to dry themself off, but they're watching Max as they do so, enjoying the chance to admire the way he moves without distraction. "It ain't that bad, though, your hair'll dry off quick enough."
"Max steps in and makes quick work of soaping and shampooing himself, while inwardly cringing at what his hair is going to do when he gets out. Ah well, it was worth it. Definitely worth it.
"It's not really the wet part I'm worried about. It's just the texture of my hair is... let's just say it's going to be very poofy. Promise not to laugh?"
Rowan grins, eyes drifting from Max’s body up to his hair. “Course I promise.” They’re the last person to laugh at someone over something they feel self conscious about. “But I bet it ain’t as bad as you say.”
They start to pull their clothes back on, wiggling into their jeans with easy practise. “But we can also go out via your room if it makes you feel better.”
"You'll see soon enough." Honestly, it's just some frizz, Max. "Nah, by the time I go get it, my hair will be halfway dry and then it won't matter. Might as well embrace it." And maybe borrow some of that mousse.
He watches with some fascination while they wiggled back into those jeans. He had wondered just how the hell a person gets those on.
"More power to you for being able to wear those," he says, stepping out of the shower, "I don't think I'd be able to do it."
"If you ain't still hot as fuck, I'll eat my jeans." Rowan grins at him, pulling their jeans up the last bit and then tossing him the other towel before adjusting them on their hips.
"And you'd never be able to wear them 'cos you're packing heat and a half." Rowan teases. "Plus you got all those lovely muscles in your legs. There are some advantages to being a stick, right?" They pull their shirts on next, then cross over to the desk to brush a comb through their hair and work a handful of mousse through, sweeping it to one side as usual.
"Now, now, there are better things to eat." Max bites his bottom lip suggestively.
He makes quick work of drying himself off, spending the majority of that energy on toweling off his hair, for all the good it will do.
"Yeah, pretty sure I'd rip the seams out of 'em. That would be a waste." Max makes a show of looking up and down Rowan's legs. "But they sure do look good on you. So you go ahead and take that burden for me."
"Much better, but we're meant to be trying not to jump straight back into bed." Rowan laughs, poking at Max's stomach playfully as they pass him, going to select a scarf and wrap it around their neck, settling the fabric over their chest easily, obscuring the lines there. Then they flop down in the chair to wait for him, legs slung over the arm comfortably.
"So what you're saying is I should get you a pair of arseless chaps and cut the middleman." They smirk, watching him just as blatantly. Why not? There are many things to admire about Max, and his body is one of them.
He makes a sound like the Pillsbury Doughboy as when they poke him "Hoo Hoo!" And it cracks him up. Him, a doughboy? Not unless he really overdoes it on the cookies here.
He raises a brow at them, pausing halfway through pulling his trousers on. "Assless chaps, huh? That's one thing I've not worn yet. Could be fun."
He enjoys their looking while he finishes pulling his various articles of clothing on. Theirs is a wonderfully affectionate gaze.
"Okay. Look at that. We both managed to get our clothes back on without getting sidetracked. So far so good. We better hurry and get going before it's too late."
The joke flies over Rowan's head, but they're not worried about that. The idea of Max in arseless chaps is much more interesting. And distracting. They'll have to look into that some day, maybe if they ask Max nicely... he doesn't seem too against the idea.
Crossing over, they take his arm, kissing his cheek affectionately. "So we did! Come on, then, let's get out in public before I start stripping you again." They tug him towards the door, happy to get to spend the day with him.
If Rowan asks, the answer is going to be yes. He'll ham it up for them too. Get ready for all the bad cowboy jokes!
He loops his arm in theirs and lets himself be tugged along. It's nice. It's nice to go out together like this. It almost feels... like a date. but he will put that thought aside and just enjoy himself and their company. What a rare and wonderful gift it is.
[A set of 60 business cards is delivered to Max. Or rather, the box contains cards that have the size of business cards. If he takes them out, they actually read:
Things I love to receive: - spanking - play with my hair - biting - teeth on neck - toys - restraints (ropes) - restraints (cuffs) - held down by strong person - led around by tie
Please turn over and read back
and on the back:
Hard No's (not to be done under any circumstances): receiving - degradation (teasing ok) - gags - your feet on me - collar
giving - degradation
Please turn over and read front
A note is delivered alongside with the box of cards that reads:
Hello Max,
hand these cards to anyone that you have any form of sexual encounter with before you start, even if you've had sexual relations with them before now. Make sure they at the very least read the back of the cards.
I included the collar on the Hard Nos, but you can obviously tell Rowan and Lucas that they are exceptions to that one. When you report to me in two months with the diary, we can talk about removing that point if you've experimented with it by then and know where you stand.
[And, to soften the blow a bit with a fun prospect, he adds:]
Unrelated: If you want to, ask Rowan if they would be interested in playing with the two of us some time; me directing and you two acting it out. We can talk about the details of the scene if they say yes.
Max reads the note with a rising sense of dread. He has to...hand these out? Every time??
"What the fuck?" He says to his empty room.
First, he has to keep a sexcapade journal, now this? Is Jackie trying to murder his sex life completely? He drags a hand down his face as he reads and re-reads the cards. There's a twinge of anger at seeing collars placed firmly on the no list. Even with Jackie's note on that point, he wants to rail against it. He didn't say he hated them! He said he didn't know! And his experience with Lilith wasn't so bad. He'd struggled for other reasons during that but...
He sighs, remembering Jackie's order. Only Lucas or Rowan. And if he wants that to change then he'd better get one of them to help him explore it. But if he does... then it has to go in the journal.
"Augh!" He squeezes the back of his neck, another tension headache is on its way. How is he going to explain that? Or the cards? Or ANY of this? Can he not tell them about the journal...? They are both such private people, Rowan especially...
Speaking of...that note at the end gives him a whole different spike of anxiety. A play date, like what he and Jackie talked about during his feeding? Could they? But how the hell is he going to broach that idea? Will Rowan go for it?
He just doesn't know. He doesn't know about any of this. A week or so ago he was happy enough to run around the castle with his balls on display for all to see, now he's considering taking a break from any kind of relations at all. Could he do that? Maybe just until the two months is up? But that might only prolong the suffering.
"Fuck my life..." And fuck Jackie too! What the hell has he gotten into?
This time he hadn't buried himself in work, or at least Lucas hadn't basically moved into the library and kept his distance. He'd dropped by a few times to just hang out, shoot the shit about inane stuff, watch Max bake at his job when their schedules were different. Just friendly, low key time together.
With the shadows of the fuck tent lurking in the back of his mind.
Even after talking to Rowan, their book, he's left with so many questions. Mostly about himself. It was a glimpse into the wider world of sexual encounters that he never knew he wanted or needed. And he's not sure which was a scarier truth out of the two.
I trust you.
His words to Max, Max's words to him. If anyone could understand it was him. He'd come over wearing just his shorts and dog tags, not bothering with more after a long bath. With those thoughts hanging over his head, Lucas knocks the back of his hand against Max's door. "Hey, are you busy?"
Avoiding Lucas was never an option. Not after what had gone on that third day. Their conversation still hung heavy in his heart. Right next to the one he'd had with Jackie. It gave him a lot to think about. Lucas' companionable presence had been a comfort= through all of that.
But, every day that passed, he became a little more anxious. Neither of them had done much in the way of flirting. They both needed time to process it. But Max couldn't help feeling that time is running short. Soon, Lucas will want his company in the way they've both become accustomed to. But there's just one problem...
Jackie's notebook.
If Max gives Lucas what he wants, he'll have to tell-all about it later. If he doesn't... Lucas will want to know why. Max doesn't think he can lie to Lucas. No, he knows he can't.
"No, I'm not busy. You can come in," Max says, tossing aside the box of cards Jackie had printed for him. He's not ready yet. Is he? To start handing them out. He doesn't know.
Max tries to keep his voice casual, but it's a bit strained when he sees Lucas there in nothing but his shorts and those tags, "What's up?"
Lucas doesn't look up until he's shut the door, rubbing at the back of his neck. Not busy, but maybe not in the mood for company? Something feels off and it nags at the back of his mind.
"Oh, uh. Just wanted to swing by and say hi." Breath catches in his chest. "That's all. I can come back. No biggie."
Lucas' touch is grounding in a way he still can't describe. No matter how many times they link hands, it just feels right. Which is why Max has to tell him...
"I need to." Max says seriously. "I need to tell you. Something happened at the circus. Actually, a lot of things did. It wasn't just you. It was...a bunch of moments all at once that started to paint a picture that... isn't so pretty. And now I'm trying to figure out what to do about it."
"Okay. Yeah. Okay." He'll keep Lucas' hand firmly squeezed in his the entire way to the bed. When he sits, he draws one leg up to hug against his chest.
"So." He blows out a breath. "You remember that list Jester painted on my back as a joke? Well, Jackie didn't think it was funny."
Actually, Jackie was furious. Max almost worried the vampire might do something to the trickster about it. Thankfully, Max talked him down.
"I tried to tell him it wasn't a big deal but... well... Jackie knows...what I am." Max rubs at the back of his neck. At that stark reminder of his subservient status. "He pointed out that, because of it, I'm not really the best at...setting boundaries for myself."
Max looks at Lucas, trying to gauge how the Medium is taking all of this so far.
Lucas perches himself next to Max, both feet pulled up to lay his arms across. Not hugging his legs to himself yet, but he could. It kept him from worrying his hands together.
"Yeah," A slight frown at the memory of the list. Max had brushed it off at the time but now? Should he have pushed more? But Jackie was on the case. Someone who, it seems, can better look out for the man. Ignoring how that makes his chest ache Lucas bobs his head in a nod.
"I'm sorry for not--" Lucas stops himself short, wondering with a sudden spike of dread if he'd ever crossed any of these unseen lines. He hopes not. God, he hopes not or he'll never forgive himself. Shaking his head, he presses on. It's not about him, this is about Max. "And is...he right about that? The boundary thing?"
"No!" Max bursts out suddenly, reaching for Lucas' hand. He can tell what the Medium is thinking. He couldn't bear it if Lucas blamed himself for any of this. "You don't have a thing to be sorry for."
He wants to look away in shame while he answers this, but he keeps his eyes on Lucas, searching him for any sign that this might be the final dealbreaker.
"Yes. He is. But, I didn't realize it. I had no idea. I thought I was... I thought it was okay to just keep going like I was. I wanted to make everyone else happy so much, sometimes I'd agree to something I wasn't fully into just because I liked the idea of them liking it. You know?"
Like the gags. He'd almost done that with Lucas. If the Medium had been less in-tune to Max's emotions, they might have. And even now, Max can't say he would have been sorry for it. Which is why... he needs those cards.
"It took someone who's more familiar with this stuff to point it out. So that's why..." Max reaches for the box and opens it. He lifts out one of the cards, yes side up, and hands it to Lucas. "He had these made for me."
Startling at Max's outburst all of Lucas's focus snaps to the man, eyes slightly wide. A shade of the same shame from the other day resurfacing, clashing with a settling look of understanding. Wasn't it the same with him throwing himself into 'work'? Without their usual fall backs they were both floundering in their own ways.
Lucas holds Max's gaze, and holds his breath, taking the card.
"Biting, yeah, toys..." Okay that one does get a fond sort of smile. As his eyes skim each line he quiets mouths some of these, nodding for some until he gets to the ropes. He swallows thickly, and moves on, flipping the card over.
"Oof yeah, feet." His nose wrinkles at that, "Degradation...collars...Hm."
Flicking the card against his fingers Lucas looks back up to Max, "Honestly? It's...not a half bad idea? Like I'm sure it's awkward as fuck, but I was just talking to Rowan about this, actually. Talk about timing?"
"You have no idea how akward..." Max says miserably. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to do it with a straight face. I'm considering becoming a monk just so I'll never have to." That sounds like a joke, but Max might be slightly serious about it.
"By the way, you and Rowan are exceptions to the no collar rule." God, now he's going to have to explain that too, isn't he? "Because... that one isn't actually a hard no as much as an...unknown. Jackie made me promise to only do it with people I trust and, well, you're it."
He sighs heavily. "Oh yeah, and there's one other thing too..." Is it too late to enter a monastery for life?
"Wait, a monk?" Lucas tries his damnedest not to sound a little sad about that. He gets it but, damn it, he craves the way their bodies fit together, too.
"Oh, I'm...I'd be glad to help you figure that out," His face goes a little red, even if he has no idea how, it's for Max. He's going to help!
But, this all seemed to be...a lot. At once. Poor Max is really getting thrown into the deep end, but the way he says that makes the hair on the back of Lucas's neck prick up.
"I know, I know." Max covers his face with his hands. He doesn't want to do that either. BUT!
"Jackie gave me an assignment. I'm supposed to...journal about every sexual encounter I have. You know, write down what I did and what I liked or didn't like. And he wants me to report back to him with it in two months."
Two whole months... god only knows what they could potentially get up to in that time.
"Wait, what!?" On the one hand the card thing isn't really a terrible idea, but this? "You...he...what the fuck, Jackie."
Seriously.
For a long moment Lucas just turns the card over his hands a few times. Two months is damn long time. He wants to learn all these new things with Max, together. It's not like they won't spend time together outside of a bed, but that's a part of what they have now. Lucas doesn't want to lose that, too.
So if Jackie has to read this later, he'll just have to deal with knowing that.
"I don't mind if you write about us." He looks aside to Max, making sure to catch the man's gaze.
Max is holding his breath, waiting for Lucas to tell him what he expects to hear...that they can't be together if it's like that. He's so shocked his jaw drops open.
"You... you don't?" No. That can't be right. Lucas has to be... "Because I mind. I mind a lot. I don't want you to..." He huffs out a breath.
"Look, Rowan isn't happy about it either. They are going to talk to Jackie, so maybe he'll... relax it a little. So, we could just hold off for a little while..." As much as the idea kills him.
"I do mind," Lucas shrugs, "But whatever you want to do is what I'm going to go with."
Max seems set on this path, though. Lucas shuts his mouth, jaw clenching. If it's the only way to be with Max then he wants to, even with the damn journal. But he's not going to push, because he's already fucked this up enough.
"Yeah, we could do that." The smile never reaches his eyes. "Maybe I can teach you how to make lebkuchen?"
"No. If you mind then... we're not doing it. That's how... that's how this all started." Because Max said those same things. He said he'd go along with things he'd mind, and that was wrong. That's the lesson, right?
Lucas' smile with no eyes pierces his heart. He can see what pain he's caused. But, he can't see the way out.
He takes the Medium's hand. "Lucas, I want to be with you. I want to share everything with you. But, if I'm going to become a person who can give you everything, I need to figure this out... I need some time." He squeezes in a way he hopes is reassuring.
Then he asks, in the lightest tone he can manage, "What are...lebkuchen?"
He minds because it's Jackie, but somehow Lucas manages to keep his mouth shut on that one. Whatever the hell is going on he has to trust Max to tell him, in time.
Hopefully.
"I don't mean to make this harder on you," He says instead, letting the moment pass him by, but squeezing with every ounce of sincerity he can into his hold around Max. It's just as plain to him that he's causing the man to hurt, too. "You know where to find me, if you need anything."
Taking a breath, he soldiers on. "It's like fluffy gingerbread. Might be fun to bake together sometime soon?"
"I know. I do, and I will." He squeezes back, almost until it hurts. "I'll try not to take too long. I'm sorry..."
With a sigh, he lets the rest of that conversation drop. He can't... he can't just make it all better. No matter how much he wants to. But, that doesn't mean he wants Lucas to leave him alone completely. So, he latches on to the lebkuchen as a means to keep Lucas there.
"There's nothing I'd love more than to bake something with you right now. You say they're like gingerbread? That's... just in time for the season, isn't it?"
"No, no sorry," Lucas shakes his head. It doesn't matter that Max's grip is almost painful, he's not letting go. "You know where to find me, but...I'll drop by, too. If that's okay."
Give Max time to figure this out, or at least part of it. But, like Rowan said, not enough that Max gets lost in his own emotions.
"Yeah," He manages a smile, "It's kind of a winter treat from Germany. And, I'd love to bake it with you. Mom makes them for me so---" His voice cracks a little. "Sometimes."
"I will, I promise. You'll want me to go away by the end of this," Lucas manages to grin despite feeling like his chest is cracking in two.
If nothing else, he considers Max one of his closest friends here. He's not losing that, too.
"I wish I could show you, I'm thinking about asking my Patron about it actually. Share memories. But," His smile grows fond, "She's all of five foot two, but still tall enough to bend my ear when I'm being stupid." That gets a small laugh, "She'd love you. She cooks but I think she'd like to have someone better than me to boss around."
"I promise you, I'll never want that," he murmurs.
Max's smile is genuine but slightly melancholy. He never had a mom to cook with. Or do anything with. She left before he was old enough to remember her. But, oh! To meet Lucas' mother --wouldn't that be something?
"You can do that too? Show your memories to other people?" He sounds enchanted by the idea. Lucas really could show Max his mother?
"I'd... I'd really love if I could meet her. Or, maybe even just feel like I've met her. If you had that power back could you..." his breath catches in his lungs suddenly. "...Could you show me old memories of my dad... or sister?"
Lucas can only smile at Max's quiet comment. At least they still have this, but now he wishes he could really show Max his Mom. He misses her so much, even if he's properly moved out and on his own back home, there's nothing like picking up the phone for some Mom advice.
"Well, I can't do it yet, but the more I experience, the older I get, the more these abilities sort of expand out. So I could learn it there some day, but why not try here?" Now his face lifts, latching onto the idea even more. "I want you to meet her, even if it's just from here."
And he taps his head, before his expression fully lights up, "Yeah! I can show you those memories again, and...I could see them too. I'd really like that!"
"I think it would be wonderful if you learned that."
Wow, a Medium is always learning and expanding? Just imagine the kind of force Lucas could be to reckon with in ten more years -- even five more years?
"You would?" He brightens. "Is that... something you can do right now?"
"I could see them," Some of the excitement dims a little, "But I couldn't share it back with you. Not yet."
Now the flicker of the idea he started with Edgar is a full-fledged flame, burning with the desire of helping those he cares for. If it helps, even for a few minutes, to relive those precious memories, it's worth asking his Patron for.
"But I will." A promise. "But if you want...I can do a reading now, and tell you? Or we can wait. I'm okay, either way."
"Can you... tell me how it works? I'd love for you to have a memory of mine that isn't..." the worst night of his life, "you know, so terrible. But, I'd also like to understand what you do, or... how it should work. When it goes right."
Lucas nods his head a few times. "Well, there's two types, really. Places and objects have memories, usually points of time of emotional turmoil, but everything leaves some kind of impression. For those, when I'm looking back, it's kind of like rewinding a VHS tape? I can jump back but it helps when I have a general idea of when I'm looking for...and I'm just there watching, like a movie playing out around me."
He takes a breath, thinking along the same lines as Max. Having that painful memory helps him understand the man better, so for that reason alone he's not sorry for it. Only the circumstances around finding out.
"For people, if you want me to try and find something specific, it's easier if you picture your Dad or your sister. Everything else slips me by when I have a narrower target," A sigh, "By accident, it's no wonder I picked up on...that. Traumatic events are what this ability is used for the best. It helps me for the cold cases I handle, for example."
"Wow," Max says awed by that. Imagine, actually seeing the past happening all around you?
That second method however. "You readings of people sounds... intense. So, when you do this for your job you have to watch stuff like... that... a lot?" Is it always traumatic things? How can Lucas stand it?
"When you do it on people is it like watching a movie still?"
"Yeah," His reply is quiet, gaze drifting to an indistinct spot on the floor. "Normally, it's..."
Lucas breathes out a long sigh, shoulders sagging. "I see it like you would see it, like I was you. Most of the time," His voice quiets. "It's their last moments."
For a brief moment eyes close, before they open, trained on Max. "If it can bring closure, I'll do it a thousand times over."
Max's breath catches in his chest. Lucas' didn't just see his worst moment? He...lived it. And he does that for people's deaths. All the time?
Max can't think of anything to say, so he wraps Lucas up in his arms instead, and holds him to tight.
Then, finally, the words do come. "You are the most selfless goddamn person I've ever met. People all like to say they'd die for someone, but you really do it. Over and over again, don't you?"
As Max wraps around him Lucas finds it's suddenly hard to breathe, and worms his arms around Max in kind. For him, it's just a simple fact of life. This is the way it worked and he had the training to handle it, but the way Max holds him brings a familiar ache to his chest.
"It's my job," Lucas insists quietly. Selfless? He doesn't give it much thought and buries his face briefly into Max's chest. "It's nothing special, what else am I supposed to do with it? Taking up a boring old desk job?"
"You say it's a job like that's supposed to make me any less impressed?" Max puts a hand on Lucas' head, stroking his hair softly.
"As if it isn't a miracle that a man like you was born who can both do the job and sit there humbly saying 'what else was I supposed to do?' If you don't see how special that is then...I don't know what to tell you."
The real heroes, as far as Max has ever been concerned, are the ones who never think of themselves as one.
"You're the rarest type of man there is," he says, kissing Lucas' on his crown. "That's why I want you to stay around." Even if they can't be intimate at the moment, he never wants to lose this connection with Lucas. That, too, is something rare and special.
"I'm not," But any further protest dies on his lips as Max kisses his head. He wasn't special, or different. Wasn't his whole life spent trying to craft a facade of normalacy? It usually worked, sometimes too well.
Until he met Max.
"Dude, I'm not going anywhere," He clings just a little tighter. "There's nothing short of telling me to take a hike that will change that, okay? No matter what."
"You are," he whispers, holding Lucas tight to him. "But I don't mean because of your gift."
I love you.
The thought swirls in his mind. He should say it. But now isn't the time. Not when he's just told Lucas he won't be with him. That he can't for a while. This isn't the moment but...Now Max knows it's really true.
"No matter what," Max echoes.
He presses his lips to Lucas' head and leaves them there. speaking fondly against the man's hair.
"There is a memory I'd like you to have. Something I'd like you to know. Tell me when you're ready to see it?"
For a few moments Lucas simply holds tight, soaking in Max's heat, soaking the feel of the man around in down to the very last detail. He smiles as Max agrees with him. The trembling of his soul quelled at last.
They could get through this together, in time.
Truth be told Lucas is content to stay this way for a while longer, until Max speaks again. He smiles against the man's chest, nodding.
"Okay." Max thinks back to the memory he wants, the very last happy birthday he ever had. It was just five days before that disastrous party, and yet the emotions surrounding it couldn't be more different. He was so, so happy.
[Happy birthday to you~" His dad and sister's singing is about as pleasant as a cat's yowling to listen too, but it still puts a big smile on his face.
"Now, I know it's not going to impress mister big-time chef-to-be over here," his dad is saying as he lowered a frosted hunk that's supposed to be a cake down in front of Max. "But, just imagine this is how your decorating would turn out after a whole night of drinking, huh?"
The blue buttermilk icing is unevenly distributed over the cake top, with writing on top of that in royal blue that reads 'Happy 21st Birthday Jonah!' There are plastic beer bottle stuck all over the cake and, at the top, a set of plastic costume glasses shaped like beer mugs. He can see himself in the weird yellow reflection. He has a smile so wide it's threatening to leap off his round face.
"Aaaaand," his dad is saying proudly, "we can't forget to light the candles. But, oh no! I forgot my lighter. I guess we'll just have to use this instead."
His dad reaches under the table and comes back up with a butane kitchen torch, a top-of-the-line one, just like the kind he'd seen in that chef magazine.
"Oh my god! You didn't?" His hands clap together with excitement.
"Why don't you do the honors, Jo?" His dad hands over the torch.
"Just don't burn the whole house down," his sister Jennifer teases. She makes a big show of stepping back from him and the flame.
He fires up the torch and sits there admiring it for a moment, in awe of such a wonderful gift. Then he turns it to the candles and lights them up, accidentally melting half of them away in the process. "Oops."
"Guess that's why you still need to be in school," his father jokes. "Go ahead, blow them out and make a wish."
"I don't know what else I have to wish for," he says, hovering over the candles. Maybe snow for Christmas, he thinks. Then he blows them all out, to the applause of his sister and dad.
"Okay," his dad says, clapping him on the shoulder. "Now that you've made it all the way to manhood, it's time for you to have that first drink with me. I save this for only the most special of occasions."
His dad fills two shot glasses with a strange clear alcohol that has little golden flakes in it. Then offers one to his son to take.
"Can I have some too?" Jennifer asks. The blond eyes those glasses with jealousy. But dad shakes his head.
"Awww," she pouts.
They lift their now full shot glasses. His dad makes a toast. "No matter how far life will carry you, be it here or maybe all the way to Paris, I want you to remember one thing: I could never be more proud of you, son. Happy birthday."
He drinks and instantly sputters at the sting of the alcohol, stronger than anything he's ever tasted. He uses that as the excuse for why his eyes are suddenly watering so much. Just the alcohol. Definitely. He's not crying...]
Instantly Lucas is smiling as the memory plays out. Max, Jonah, is so happy, untouched by events yet to come. It's easy to get swept up in that joy, wrap himself in it. The sorry attempt at a cake even gets a muted chuckle while Lucas basks in every little moment.
His own birthdays were just as quiet, but his Mom made no less of an effort than Max's family. The connection makes the memory more dear, with a pang of homesickness that's bittersweet, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes.
The present, the torch that would save - condemn? - his life a few days later. What a gift, and one that Jonah's father would never know had changed so much.
It's the toast that does Lucas in. He never had a father figure growing up and to hear the pride in Mr. Lewis's voice cracked what little resolve he has left. Smiling bright while tears finally slip free and roll down his cheeks.
"...Thank you," He manages to croak out, blinking away the reading so he can better look up to Max again.
That smile is worth everything to Max. It's more precious than all the gold in the world. To think... a memory of his put it there? Now Max aches to see it the way Lucas is seeing it. One day. One day they will.
Max strokes the tear away from Lucas' cheek with his thumb, cupping the man's face. "No. Thank you. For sticking by me through all this. And for trusting me, even knowing what you know."
"No way you're getting rid of me now," Lucas chuckles and it catches in his lungs as a hiccup. God, he can't stop crying now even though he wants to, but he's still smiling. The memory is so precious, just like Max. More than anything else, Lucas wants the man to know this somehow. Someday.
I love you.
The words almost spill free, but he holds them back. It'll make things too complicated and Max doesn't need that now. Just time, Lucas hopes, and time together. Instead reaches up to cup Max's hands, squeezing them.
"Like I said, you got me no matter what." And it's a promise he's going to keep.
Whoa, whao, whao! Slow down! You're not an idiot. We all make mistakes.
I'm on my way over there right now. Hang tight for me, okay?
[Anyone out in the halls is going to see a man in a full suit sprinting like his life depends on it. He'll be at Ren's door in no time, knocking before he tries to enter.]
[And he'll find the miserable sight of Ren sat on her floor, wrapped up in her blanket and thick in the midsts of teenage angst.
The Fianna were known for being a passionate people. But passionate meant more than just feeling the highs of life. The lows were just as spectacular. And Ren? Well, she had spent the better part of a day being a miserable so and so as the red rimmed eyes and balled up tissues attest.]
I've just fucked everything up, Max. I'm so fucking stupid and I don't know what to do and I miss me Dad and--
Everything I do keeps turning to shit and people are mad at us even though I'm trying to do what I'm meant t'be doin' 'nd...I'm not good at talking. Nobody ever made me be good at talkin'.
[Ren sniffs and leans into Max.] I'm sick of everything. I want to go home.
[Ren nods. It had been hard leaving home that first time after her change but at least she had been with family. And once she had passed she had been encouraged to connect with her kin as much as she could. They were the reason she fought so hard and now...
Now she was letting them down.] Me Dad. He's...there's nobody like me dad. He's always been me hero. He'd know what to say t'set us right.
But...that's the problem. I've been doing stuff that'd...he wouldn't--
[She groans in frustration.]
There's this person 'nd they ain't the sort of person Da would approve of. Me dad, he's traditional. I...
I ain't always so traditional. [It's a hard admission to make. It means admitting that she's a lesser Fionn. That she's straying from what is expected of her.] I...
[Just that one word carries with it so much sympathy and understanding. He lives in a place and a time where being a gay or a lesbian and anything in-between is not widely accepted and is, sadly, demonized by a large majority of the population.
Max was fortunate enough to have a father more understanding than most. Max's father was never confortable with the idea but he tried his best not to act openly hostile to it. Max knows that's a blessing too few have.]
So, you think because the person you like is a woman, you're letting your dad down?
I don't even know if I like her like that but she keeps pushin' me. [This was the point of conflict.]
I shagged lasses before but they never stuck about. It was only even one night stands 'nd girls who knew what the deal was. Who knew who me family was 'nd why I couldn't, that it had t'be discrete. I ain't good at being discrete. But I never got caught before.
[Ren had kept this bottled up for so long that all her words came out in a rush of feeling and thoughts.]
And when I showed up here, we shagged and I thought it was the same here. But she keeps tryin' to get us to stay and she's...she isn't actin' on that it's just shagging. And I tried to explain it there and now she fuckin' hates us. She says it doesn't matter how I was brought up 'cos theres nothin' wrong with liking girls and I fucking know but I can't do that.
And now she's been tellin' other people about it 'nd I've just fucked it all and I want t'go home.
[Well. That sure is a lot to unpack. Max stays quiet a moment trying to sort through it all to find the most important issues to address. Emotional triage, as it were.]
Okay. So it sounds like the two of you had different expectations for the relationship that you didn't really talk out beforehand. Look, I'm not judging you on that. I've made my own blunders.
[Milla comes to mind immediately.]
But, f you ask me, the most important thing you need to answer for yourself is this: what DO you want this woman to be to you? Now, before you answer take a moment to think about it. Really think about it.
Keep in mind that the things that happen here don't count back home. So, forget what your dad would want. Forget what your family or friends would want. What would YOU want? If every single possibility was open to you? If you could have anything at all with no consequences...what would you pick?
Just say it. Doesn't matter if you can't have it. Just tell me: Would you stay with this woman? Yes or no?
[She starts but stops when Max tells her to think about it and she's quiet for a good five minutes as she muddles through the issue. Because there are still problems with the whole concept. Mostly her own behaviour and how she's gone on.]
She...it scared me. When she tried to make me stay. 'Cos nobody's ever done that before. I ain't-- people don't expect it out of me, but, I haven't ever had a boyfriend or, well, the girl equivalent. People don't want to be around us, Max. Not for a long time. Some people are horny for danger 'nd then they leave once they get what they want. Normal people don't stick about.
...my little brother 'nd sister can't be around me 'cos they're afraid of us.
She hasn't ever been afraid of me. I like how her hair smells and I like that she....she keeps sayin' she wants me to be better and do better and...She's strong and she's smart, like, really smart. She's basically fucking royalty and a leader to her people 'nd...
What if I fall in love with her? She's too perfect. That's the fuckin' problem, Max. What if I fall in love with her and then I forget her 'nd its like it never even happened?
[It's a good thing he knows all of what she is now, or else some of that would have made no sense. But it gives him pause... people were afraid of her? He can't imagine the kind of damage that would do to his self-esteem. This problem has layers.
But then she poses that question and he can feel it lodging in his heart. He has that fear too. For him, it's too late. If he lets himself think about losing Lucas or Rowan tomorrow, he might go insane. It is possible, like it or not. It could happen. But that's not enough to keep him from feeling what he feels.
Because truth be told, no tomorrow is ever guaranteed. He was a twenty-one-year-old college boy with his whole life ahead of him once. It all changed in one blink of an eye. He's learned better now than to hold himself back from seizing happiness where he can get it. Time is too short. Only the vampires get to live forever.]
What if you live your whole life here knowing you could have been happy with her and you didn't take the chance? Ren... I know this is terrifying, but what if you both could be happy together?
Tomorrow is never certain. Not here. Not back home. If all you have is today, then why not do what will make you happy? Sometimes love is about being brave and taking the leap.
You think...because your gods are watching... you can't...
[Oof. Big oof. This is tougher than he thought.]
Rowan hasn't told me a lot about that, specifically. But, I guess my question is... why would being with someone you love be considered selfish? How is it wrong?
[Oh no. He is not at all a fan of this part of werewolf culture. He didn't like it when Rowan explained it. He still doesn't. But he also recognizes that it's not his place to challenge it for her. Better to focus on what's relevant to the here and now.]
But if the spirits are watching, then they must know that it's not possible to get pregnant here. Right?
Okay. So, they would be aware that while you are here in this realm, it wouldn't make much difference who you mated with. Right? Because, regardless, you can't fulfill that particular duty.
Uh. Well... judging by what you said earlier? Let's see...
Could be Lilith, I don't know if she's royalty or not but she fits the bill on attitude. I'd say Beau or Glinda but they're together. Same for Peony, she's with Milla last I heard. There's Liz...I don't know too much about her history yet. Or daisy's, or Bree's or many of the other ladies. But Bree said she has a son so not sure what that means for relationships here.
And then there's my most likely candidate: Lexa. I know for a fact she was a leader to her people. And she's as sharp as a tack. And... you know if I think about it, you two would be a nice pair. Same kind of fire in your souls.
[You ever see a turtle retract her head into her shell, Max? Because there's a fully grown Garou trying to replicate that look by retreating into the mess of blankets she has around her. She's just going to flump face forward while she tries not to be mortified.
[Oh no. He slaps a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh as Ren retreats into the blankets like that. Poor thing. He shouldn't laugh, really. But it's just so cute. She's so young.]
Okay. So, Ren. Tell me exactly what happened with Lexa. You two got in a fight over this, I assume? Have you tried talking to her since it all blew up?
[And then messaged Lexa instead of going in person... Oh. No.
Max takes the tome and reads through it. His face stays utterly blank the whole time, while internally he is cringing hard. That... could have gone better. His heart really goes out to Lexa. After all the tragedy she went through, she's still willing to take a chance on love. Max thinks she has the right idea about this place. Max also thinks the woman has god-like patience.]
Okay... so, the good news is: she is still willing to give it a try with you if you are. But, here's the thing... you need to be sure the next time you talk to her that you're not going to back out again.
This is all or nothing, Ren. You need to be ready to acknowledge her to anyone that asks. You need to be proud to call her yours. And you really need to tell her you're sorry for treating her love like a dirty secret. I think that's where you hurt her most.
If she's really special to you, then act like it all the time, not just the times when it's convenient for you. Okay? Show her she's worth more to you than a reputation that isn't even necessary to keep here. That's what she's asking for.
Oh for fucks sake! Why am I the only one not to have told people!
[Really she was the most likely candidate to break the Veil being the youngest and one of the two dumbest.
She at least has the decency to look vaguely ashamed of herself.] I just....I wanted to know she was okay and I know she would be mad at me still or make me talk about stuff and....it seemed like a good idea at the time?
Blame Milla. She's the one that let slip that Rowan made Me and Lucas their Mates.
[A fact he is STILL getting his head around. But no. Focus. One crisis at a time.]
Doing it because you know she'll want to talk to you is why it's bad! You know she'd be mad at you, so you think sneaking around is the better play? Jesus christ. Ren, you have to talk to her. Actually talk to her. This has gone on way too long.
At this point, you only stand to make her more pissed off the longer you keep her waiting. Ren, she's got an impressive amount of patience but it must be about gone by now. How long ago did this all start?
The 'pool incident' was under a month ago. I apooogised a couple of week ago.
But then Beau said something to Silent about me wanting to fuck Silent even though I absolutely don't want to and ew so I went to set her straight 'nd she kept saying all this shit like 'I know what you did to Lexa' and like that's not her fucking business, the cheeky bitch. She wouldn't even hit me. Fucking rude.
Whoa. Okay. What? Where does Silent come into this?
[Max, keep up, buddy.]
I don't... fuck. I really don't want or need to know who all you want to bang. But, Christ almighty, how did Silent learn about your fight with Lexa? Does Beau know too?
Me 'nd Silent can't fuck 'cos Garou can't fuck each other. That's the Law. Like werewolf law. If we broke that we'd be sent away from our packs 'nd our tribes forever.
Beau was a fuckin' bitch and told Silent that me 'nd her shouldn't fight any more 'cos neither of us is good at controlling ourselves. But that's not true. I'm really good at controlling meself.
So I went down to the ship to tell beau that she was full of shit and she needs to pack in saying shit like that to Silent 'cos now Silent won't fight me no more. 'Cos she thinks I'm wanting to fuck her. Even if I was we properly couldn't. 'Cos not only is she a Red Talon, she's a metis. 'Nd that's even worse than wantin' to be with a woman as far as my lot are concerned.
'Nd Beau said Lexa had been chatting shit to her about what I'd been doin' and I kind of lost me temper but I didn't hit her or anything. I just called her a bitch.
...
I don't think Silent knows. Rowan don't either. I...kind of told them I was into Corbin to make sure they didn't find out about Lexa.
[And that's everything? She thinks?]
Oh. And I picked Corbin 'cos I couldn't remember Harry's name 'nd he was the only lad who I could think of at short notice.
...and I broke the pool.
[This has turned into confession time. Sorry Max.]
And I tried to punch a nerd. But he was magic? So, I didn't actually get to punch 'im.
Werewolves arn't allowed to fuck each other? What? Why? Wouldn't that make it easier? Then you wouldn't have to keep your big secret from your partner... I don't know what a Metis is either...
[This makes no sense to him at all.]
Uh...Ren, don't take this the wrong way? Beau might have a point about the two of you.
[No. Seriously. Beau has absolutely nailed it. Between Ren and Silent, he's not sure who's been the bigger disaster lately. Come on girls, it's not a contest.]
And before you go calling me a bitch for pointing that out, let me just remind you why we are having this conversation right now? To recap: you called someone a bitch, you're actively trying to fight Silent, you broke a pool, in public, because a girl YOU LIKE kissed you, in public. Then you lied about Corbin and dragged him into this thing...
[Dear god, he needs to go check on Corbin next, doesn't he?]
And you only did that because you couldn't remember the guy you would have preferred to lie about's name? Because dragging Harry into this would have been better? No. I'll answer that for you. It wouldn't have.
[Jesus christ. She couldn't remember his name but she wanted to say they were dating? What the hell is Harry supposed to think of THAT? And... who is magic nerd? Does he have a name?]
And to top it all off you're trying to punch complete strangers?? Ren... please, for the love of god? At least find out their names first so I can send them a goddamn basket of cookies later. Do you not realize how bad that sounds?
[He could use a drink or three right now.]
Does any of that sound like it's under control to you?
[Ren had called for help for a reason. She was in over her head. Maybe if she had her Aunt here the situation would be different. She didn't know the pack well enough yet to know if she would be better off with them being there
The Fionn lowered her head and, to her credit, didn't fight the telling that Max was giving her.]
It isn't under control.
That's why I need help before I fuck it up even worse.
[Since he's made his point now, his voice softens, less scolding.]
I'm going to help you. We'll get you sorted out with Lexa. I'll coach you on it. But first, we need to call Rowan.
I know Rowan is your Alpha. And I think... I think your Alpha needs to be looped in on some of this. For one thing, you need to come clean about Lexa. Tell them it isn't Corbin you want to date, it's her. If you're serious about wanting to be with Lexa, then you need to be able to do that.
[His face is set in a grim line. Arms crossed. He's not going to budge on this.]
You need to cut the bullshit and start telling them the truth. Ren, if you and Lexa are going to be an item, they will find out anyway. They should find out from you.
Ren... They're going to think a lot worse when I tell them instead of you.
Take responsibility for this and you'll come out looking a lot better. Being able to admit when you've made a mistake is the hallmark of a mature person, wouldn't you agree? I think Rowan will be impressed.
[Okay, maybe not. BUT, it will be better to get the air cleared like this.]
But this ain't just one mistake. It's like six at the very least. 'Nd then I lied to cover up the mistakes and made people help us who didn't need to get dragged into it and--
[Ren whines. And she flops forward in abject misery. She doesn't want to deal with the consequences of her actions, thank you very much.]
You've done a good job of admitting what you've done wrong to me, but you can't move forward from this until you've stopped covering it all up with more bullshit. You owe them an apology too, for lying.
I'm serious about this Ren. I will call Rowan the moment I leave here.
And Ren has always been weak in the face of disappointment from father figures. She actively doesn't meet Max's eye, playing with the toggles on her blanket and she makes a sulky teenager noise of frustration. She isn't usually this immature but she's also hitting the limits of her ability to communicate her feelings.]
Fine. Fine. I'll call Rowan.
[Ren continues to grumble even as she picks up her tome again.]
[Suddenly it hits him...who Ren really reminds him of. His sister. Jennifer used to whine like that. Especially when Max (well, Jonah, at the time) threatened to snitch on her to Dad. Just like this.
A profound sense of home sickness, for a home he's not seen in six years, slams him in the chest, stealing his breath. But he can't let it overwhelm him here. It's Ren who needs the comfort now.]
Thank you. [His voice croaks like a frog but he gets it under control quickly.]
It will be okay, Ren. I'll be right here with you the whole time. You can do this.
[His reassurance seemed to urge her on and Ren nods. She leans over to squeeze his forearm in thanks. And then she opens her Tome to make contact with Rowan.]
Uh...
Hi, Rowan. Y'got a minute? I need to get something off me chest.
[Rowan picks up quickly, as normal when they're not at work, smiling at Ren across the connection.]
Heya, Ren! What's up?
[They're a little suspicious, just because no one picks up with those words unless they've done something, but hopefully no one's hurt and it can be fixed.]
[Ren glances at Max for reassurance. The thought does cross her mind that she could just slam it closed and run off to the woods like Silent but; no fuck that. She isn't a wimp.]
Um. So. I was...
I asked Max for help. 'Cos, things have kinda gotten kinda out of control kinda. [Ren is pointedly not looking at Rowan. She takes a BIG BREATH and then let's loose;]
Corbin isn't my mate. I said his name 'cos I couldn't remember Harry's and I only said them 'cos I didn't want you to know who I like. And I asked Corbin to lie for me. And I punched a Magic Nerd 'cos he was being a dick. But I didn't actually hurt him but he threw me down a hallway. And Beau said I want to fuck Silent and she wouldn't punch us even though I called her a bitch. I broke the pool 'cos Lexa kissed me outside and I freaked out 'cos I want to kiss Lexa but I thought the spirits might find out. And I said some bad things to her and told her we couldn't do nothin' anymore 'cos she was being too nice to us and I freaked out. And I tried to apologise with a cake but I didn't apologise right and now she's talking to Beau about us and I don't think I like Beau very much actually 'cos she thinks she's cleverer than us.
And I don't want to fuck Silent. I just want to fight her 'cos she's my friend and she's proper good at fighting. And I didn't like that Beau said that when she doesn't know anything about us.
...[Wait. She forgot something.] and I'm sorry for lying to you.
Max? [That he's there is a surprise, and Rowan hesitates, glancing off to the side as though they could see him. Sadly not, but it makes them worry that Ren really has gotten herself into more trouble than she can handle.
But at least that means that they stop and listen to her properly, watching her face as she speaks. It's a lot to take in. That's a lot of people.]
Bit out of control, yeah. [Rowan agrees, but they give her a reassuring smile.] That's a lot. But we can sort it. I told you, right? I got your back. That's what pack's for. [Thank goodness Max does too.
That really was a lot, though. Rowan feels like they needed to have taken notes. One part jumps out though.] I already knew about Lexa though. Sorry. I know you didn't mean to, but you hurt her a lot. But she still cares about you.
Oh, and also. Apology accepted. Just tell me next time before it gets this bad, okay?
[It was weird, even to Ren that she had called Max first rather than the pack about this stuff. Silent wouldn't have gotten it. But Rowan may have.]
I trust Max not to bullshit me. He tells me when I'm wrong even if I don't want to hear it.
[Ren's expression darkens as Rowan owns up to knowing about the Lexa situation. Max might feel the atmosphere in the room shift from uncomfortable to tense as Ren's rage starts to creep up. How many people had Lexa told about her personal struggles?
She struggles for a reply.]
I didn't want to hurt her. I just...didn't realise things were that different here.
[Max does feel the shift. So he moves in a little closer to Ren, and his hand squeezes her a little tighter again.]
Ren, keep in mind other people need to vent too. Just like you did. And this just makes it even better that we're all getting on the same page now. Right?
[It's flattering as hell to hear Ren appreciates his no-nonsense approach. And since she does, he's going to keep the trend going.]
It's going to be okay. Sometimes we hurt people we care about without meaning to, and that's part of life. We have to own up to it when it happens, and make it right. That's what you're going to do.
[Rowan could quite happily proclaim Max's merits all day, and they think that he's a perfect person to go to, if it wasn't for the fact that they don't want him burdened with everything. Still, he seems to be doing a good job with Ren, and they're both proud and pleased to see him shift in closer to her, protectively.]
That's what I told her. That things are different back home. I know you didn't mean to hurt her, and I think I got that across. [She was pretty drunk at the time.]
Look, this is weird when I'm just down the corridor. Can I come over? It's nicer to talk in person.
[It was more the point that Ren have been very specific about not wanting Rowan or Silent to know. But, she didn't know what had led to it. With Max shifting in, it draws her attention away from what could have been an unfortunate spike of anger.]
Yeah. You can.
The place is a shit-tip though.
[Ren has been too busy having a Turmoil to tidy up and it's showing.]
[Max is relieved to feel Ren settle a little, but he still suspects having Rowan here physically might be a big help. If Ren does lose her temper Max doesn't have much hope of stopping her.]
Eh, it can’t be worse than my brothers’ room. [They shrug and give a grin.] I’ll be there in a minute.
[And it really doesn’t take much longer than that, since she’s just down the corridor. They knock on the door for politeness’ sake, before pushing it open and coming in, coming it up again behind them. They flash a fond smile at Max, before focusing on the younger Garou, flopping down on her other side and resting their weight against her in the same way they would if they were in lupus.]
So what’s the biggest problem right now? What’s the one that’s bothering you the most? [Because that’s where they’ll start unpicking this all from. And while they think they know where the root of the issue lies, they want to hear from Ren what she thinks.]
[Ren doesn't meet Rowan's eye when they come in, thick in the 'I Know I've Done A Bad Thing You Don't Need To Tell Me' pre-emptive shame display that she usually used to avoid trouble. But the way that Rowan rests against her is reassuring and Ren leans against them. They don't seem mad. So. That's confusing. She should be getting told off.
She considered the question. What was the part of this that was causing her the most ache?]
I don't...[Her answer is slow as she thinks about how to phrase this.] I don't know how to have what I want and still be a good Fionn. I have to be a good Fionn. I have to be the best. Heroes, the proper ones, resist what they want 'cos it's what they have to do. I should be concentrating on gettin' back home not twisting myself in knots over some lass.
And everyone keeps sayin' that it don't matter what happens here, but my Aunt said the spirits know everythin' we do. The Fianna and the Fair Folk are friends of old, every Fionn gets taught that when we're trained. We made them or they made us or-- I don't know, I'm not a fucking Bard. But...how can we even trust that what happens here won't get home? Just 'cos we can't see them, don't mean the spirits ain't watching.
And then--
I don't even know if that's what's botherin' me, 'cos I don't like what I said to her. That was a shitey thing to say and I don't like that-- She's the only person who isn't afraid of me. Everyone's always afraid of me other than Garou. I just...I just want to not--
[Ren growls in frustration as she struggles to express herself.]
[This is the second time he's seen this particular behavior, of a wolf leaning into someone like that. Milla did it to him, too. So, okay, good to know.
He decides to try it, leaning the side of his body against the other side of Ren so she'll be in the middle of the pile. Fingers crossed that won't make it worse.]
We already covered that it's the fae's fault you're here. And the spirits will know it wasn't your doing and it's not your fault that you can't accomplish the same things as home here... remember? I think as far as that's concerned, the spirits should blame the fae, not you.
But also... Ren, I'm not scared of you either. You know that right?
[He's not romantically attracted to her, not now. But he's not afraid of her. Obviously, he's practically piled on top of her at the moment.]
There's loads of people here who ain't scared of us, but Lexa's special, ain't she? 'Cos she don't take no shit? [Rowan guesses, watching Ren carefully. Someone that isn't a Garou but acts like one around her. Rowan's as unragey as it gets for a galliard, but they've seen how people act around Ami and they can at least take a guess about how that feels for a teenager so desperate for approval as Ren is.]
Look, Ren, I don't know much about being a Fionn, so you know I can't say nothing about that, but I do know about heroes, right? And you're right, resisting what you want's a piece of it. But you know what else is? Being true to who you are. Standing up for what's right. Even if that means going against what you've been told. 'Cos those are the heroes what stand out, and that's because they made a difference in the world.
And you know what else? You can want something, and you can need something. And everyone needs to be loved. Even if it's just a fleeting thing. What inspires us to do great deeds more than love? And I think we need it even more in this place where we don't got our family or packs.
[Behind Ren's back, their hand reaches out to find Max's, briefly brushing over it. They don't linger; they need to focus on Ren, but they can't hold back from acknowledging their own love.]
[And this is where Ren struggles because at her heart she fears this is some stupid infatuation - the type that the Fianna are known for falling into with the first pretty face that crosses them. But deeper, the thought that it might not be scares her more.]
Nobody ever asked me to stay before. [While Lexa might not have known it, that gesture had been confusing to Ren on so many levels.] It's...everything's always 'cos it's the right thing to do and it's the way things have always been done. But even when I was sneakin' about before me change...nobody asked me to stay then either. I'm not...people don't...who wants a shag with a bad temper to stick about?
She's special. Not 'cos she's a fuckin' warleader or 'cos she can probably kick my arse. She actually wanted us to stay. She wanted my attention. She doesn't treat me like I'm stupid. She keeps saying I can do better and I want to. And it was nice and new and now I've fucked it all up 'cos I didn't believe that anyone ever wants us to stay around.
A full moon is a delight to be viewed from a distance. [Ren was referencing her auspice.]
[Max closes his hand on Rowan's just for a second, his smile turning fond. It fills his heart up to hear Rowan speak of love and know that he's part of that.]
Ren, what you just said, you need to say to her. That's what she needs to hear from you. But, only if you really mean it this time, that you will stay. You have to stop acting like it's wrong. Because it's not. And it's hurtful to her to act otherwise.
[And now it's his turn to reach for Rowan.]
Trust her when she says she wants you for you. And when she shows her vulnerable side to you, cherish it for what it is. Cherish her.
[Rowan nods firmly, squeezing Max's hand back, but then bringing their hands to the ground so just their fingertips are touching. Maintaining contact, but hopefully in a way that won't be too distracting for Ren.]
You really do. And, Ren. Whether it works or not with Lexa, you need to remember this going forward. For next time it happens. Because you will find someone who believes in you and wants you to stay. It might not be Lexa, it might be someone else. But there are people out there for you, Lexa's just the first. Your Da found someone, right?
Your Da's special 'cos he's your Da. But that don't mean that you ain't neither. Ain't you his daughter? [Okay, normally they'd say that Ren doesn't need the self-esteem boost, but just this once, they'll give it to her. Because in this aspect she does need it, and if it meets giving the rest a boost too... they'll take it.]
Yeah, she's reached the peak of her emotional capability levels right now. And Max might get a shock as Ren shifts and a bare blink later there's a huge wolf sat in her place instead. A wolf with the same brown eyes that Ren has and a pure black glossy coat of fur, bar one band of grey on the left foreleg where she has her tattoo on her arm. One minute homid, the next lupus.
And she clambers and flumps onto Rowan with a renewed grumbling whine.] Fine.
[Max sits bolt-upright with a small yelp. His eyes blink in rapid surprise because... that sure is a wolf sitting next to him now. Yeah, he's still getting used to that.]
So. [He makes a popping sound with his lips.] Guess that means we're done talking then...
[Still with some small amount of trepidation, he reaches a hand out to cautiously stroke Ren's fir. It's black and glossy and... it suits here really.]
[Rowan doesn't seem at all perturbed by the sudden change. They chuckle as she shifts to flop over them, completely used to this, even if she's a different size and colour to most of their pack. They don't shift for Max's sake, though, and because it means they can reach out to scratch behind her ears for her.]
I reckon so. Too much for one day? [They direct the question at Ren, watching her as they stroke her fur, much less cautiously than Max is.]
[Hey, Ren was told that Max knew. The sooner he gets used to this Garou nonsense, the better, really. Especially around the ones who enjoy being in lupus.
And she lifts her head, leaning hard into scratches and letting her ears flick down. Yes, good. More scratches. She isn't a dog. But there's no pretending that it doesn't feel good in a way that just doesn't translate in a homid body.
But she does give a definitive nod. Yes. Too much for one day. Pats now.]
[Since Rowan is doing it, and Ren seems pretty content with the scratching, Max's hand becomes a little more confident. He takes up scratching behind Ren's other ear.
He looks to Rowan.]
So, did you want to, I don't know, join her? I mean, seems like a pack bonding thing, right? I can go...
Yeah, but if I change too, and you bugger off, who's going to do the stroking? [Rowan chuckles, glancing at Max and hoping he comes closer so they can lean on him.]
[And, to prove a point that human hands are very necessary, right now, Ren will turn her head to trap Max's hand under her chin. Her paw comes up to keep the arm in place.
But she does address Rowan;] I don't know how I keep forgetting people don't understand us in Lupus. [It just felt too natural to chitter and grumble in Garou.]
[Rowan leans into Max easily, resting against his side and shifting to tuck their legs up too, quite happy to be trapped in a partial pack cuddle pile.]
Well, I dunno about you, but I don't often hang out in lupus around people what ain't Garou. [Rowan replies to Ren automatically, stroking along her back lazily.]
She says it's weird you can't understand her. [They add, a belated translation for Max.] It is nice, though. Pack cuddles are nice. 'Specially when stuff's been intense.
"Huh. I'm surprised a place like this can actually be mapped at all, but these are pretty good."
He tilts his head curiously at the code. It looks like absolute gibberish to him. "So this is...computer language?" Keep in mind most people still use flip-phones in his day and having a blackberry was considered the height of technology.
His smile goes positively devilish when he takes a seat in the chair. Just the thought alone is enough to start waking up the little man in his pants.
"I know for a fact you can. I'm not sure how much actual planning I'll get done if you do. Although..." A thought comes to mind. And it's... it's silly. Probably. But it's already bringing red dots of heat to his cheeks. He wants to voice it but he's unsure.
"It ain't easy. That's why I really want to do it on a computer so I'll be able to plug in the changes more easy." They tug one of the pages of code forward, sighing over it. "It ain't easy, though, there's so many variables. I was just trying to work out how to have the rooms bigger than the space they're in. It'd be easier if I could try it out. Trial and improvement, you know? And there's a couple of forums where we swap tips and stuff. For when we get stuck."
But what's more interesting is that smirk that changes to a blush, as Max goes to suggest something and then hesitates. Rowan tilts their head, shoving the papers out of the way again so they can slide in closer to him and lean in, brushing their fingers over his cheek. "What're you thinking?" They ask, curious.
Even if he has not the first clue about computers, the passion with which Rowan speaks about these things could have captivated for hours just listening.
But now Rowan is zeroing in on him with his face all red and that just makes the blush worse. He doesn't know why. It's not like he's ever been bashful about sex. But this is something... kind of different he's thinking of.
"Okay. Stop me if this sounds dumb. But what if you, um, sat on me. Rode me? But, didn't actually... what if you just keep me inside you until we actually... finish our planning? It will be distracting as hell but kind of... fun... to not go...right away?"
He's so heated now his hair could catch on fire any minute.
Leaning forward when Max grows even redder, Rowan presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, reminding him that they're there and they're not going to judge him for anything that comes out of his mouth.
And especially not that. A stab of arousal hits them hard at the idea, and they lick their lips, leaning back enough to look at Max. "Sounds like fun. You know how much I love having your cock fill me up." There's no embarrassment on their face, only eagerness, lust, and more than a little fondness.
"Oh, wait!" Rowan leans forward, kisses Max quickly, then jumps up, off the desk and to the wardrobe. As they open the door, Max'll be greeted by his own sketch of his cafe, with a picture of himself and Lucas together underneath, but only for a moment, before they return to him with a pair of stockings. "You'll need access, though, so I can wear these for you, if you want. Or there's my dress, or I can strip entirely. What'd you like?"
"Yeah?" That one word carries with it both hope and relief. Rowan really thinks so?
Yes. Apparently so, because they hop off the desk in a flurry of excitement. His expression brightens when he catches a glimps of his drawing, and a picture of lucas and him below, but then all his attention is immediately stolen by those stocking. His dick gives a mighty throb and he hasn't even seen them on Rowan yet.
"Defintely the stocking. Oh damn." This might be harder to pull off than he thought. But he's all-in now.
That's a good response, and Rowan smirks, equally pleased and turned on by it. "Just unzip, if you ain't going to catch yourself. It'll be hot, having you clothed under me." Plus Rowan's less likely to get distracted teasing Max if he's at least covered up under them.
"Which hole do you want, and do you want me to prepare for you?" They ask, already going to pull their shirts off and over their head, revealing the faint flush of red that's already starting to show on their collar. Yes, they do indeed like the idea.
Rowan feels their eyes drawn to Max like a magnet as he starts to undo his trousers, drawn in by the treat they know is hidden underneath. It's tempting to lean in and reveal it for themself, but they have their own clothes to remove.
Shimmying the waistband off their hips, they hop back up onto the desk to pull their jeans and pants off completely, as they consider their options. And again over the option that Jackie offered them. Well, they haven't taken him up on that yet, so it doesn't help right now.
"Fill up my cunt, then. It takes less prep." Rowan decides, purposefully extending their leg gracefully to roll up one side of the stockings, slowing down a little to give Max a bit of a show as the fabric covers up their slim legs again. "Anyway, I kind of like it. I ain't no size queen, but I love the way you make me unable to forget you were there.
"And if it gets too much you can always have me once and stay inside until you're ready to come again." They smirk at him, as they reach the top of their leg, fingers trailing over that gap between the the top of the stocking and their hip, before leaning over to start on the other side. "We both know you'll be good for two rounds." And the idea of feeling Max grow hard inside them causes another burst of arousal deep inside them.
Max reaches in to pull down his briefs, and Rowan will get to see his erection grow to full height before their very eyes. How can Max not be turned on by the sight of them shimmying out of their jeans?
He watches them with hungry eyes, as they roll the stockings up their leg. One of his hands hovers close. He's so tempted to caress them through the soft fabric, but he's also paying close attention to their words too.
"Really? You're sure it's not too painful?" The last couple of times they've been together, he's been deliberately choosing their back hole out of a fear that he might accidentally stretch their pussy too much. He hasn't wanted to admit how that worry nags at him. Is it true? Does Rowan really mean that?
A shiver runs down his spine just thinking about how good it would be to find release and then stay in, just like they talked about after their time in the Fuck Tent. His eyes trail along with their finger, appreciating the show. His breathing is already a little shallow as the flames of desire burst to life in his belly.
"You're just so good at building me up," his voice dips low and sultry. "I can't help but come back for seconds."
Rowan pauses with the stocking bunched up around the top of their calf and sits up properly, looking down at Max. "Love, I can take it. I know I ain't as flexible down there as a ciswoman, but as long as you don't just shove it in you ain't going to tear me." They manage to keep their own dysphoria buried, focusing on Max's worries for now, and not the disappointment that their body can't adjust around him as easily. It helps to know that they might have an answer for that - they need to talk to Max about that, but not right now. "Besides, I like it. You make me feel like you're stretching me out and remoulding me to fit you. Like you're claiming me."
Leaning forward, they kiss his cheek, trying to reassure him, but then lean back, continuing to roll the stockings up into place, shifting to place one foot by Max's thigh, opening themself up for his viewing pleasure. "But if you're worried, I ain't never going to complain about you choosing the other side neither. Most blokes want to go for the front 'cos it's unusual. Just means you'll have to wait a bit longer." They smirk, eyes drifting down to the source of the problem in Max's lap. What a lovely problem it is to have!
Max looks slightly horrified. "I'd never do that to anyone, cis woman or otherwise. It's not um...for the record? It's not just you I worry about that with." He has much the same anxiety whenever he's with someone who's less experienced with anal too. Sometimes it's a relief if his partner says they'd rather top. Which is... a bit silly, he guesses. What's the point of a big dick if you're afraid to use it but, well, he can't help it.
Their words bring him out of that spiraling thought with a new flush of heat in his cheeks, in a good way. They feel like they are moulding to fit him? That is a very flattering image. He liked the idea of claiming them before, in the tents. He still does.
"I like claiming you... and I like your pussy because it's yours, not for any other reason. So, if you'll have me, I definitely want it." That 'problem' is still standing tall and ready in agreement with that.
This is really something that they should talk about. Rowan hesitates, watching him, trying to figure out if they need to put a stop on this and talk to Max instead. But Max is still around, and when he says that he likes their body, a flush manages to find it's way to Rowan's cheeks as well. There's something about a partner liking their set up in particular, not because they're fetishising it or because it's different, but because of their love.
Slipping off the desk again, they pull the waistband up, pulling the suspenders tight, framing themself, and then lean over Max to kiss him sweetly. "I'll have you anytime, love." They reward his patience by leaning in between them and taking his cock in hand, stroking from tip to base and then back again, pulling the foreskin back gently and running their thumb over the head. Then they release him again and head to the basket under the bed, purposefully leaning over to pull it out, and then letting out a hum as they pull lube out.
"This one's one of them what's meant to slow you down and speed me up, want to give it a go? Or did you want to fill me up, then keep me plugged up until you're ready to go again?" They ask, holding it up as they glance back at him.
Max notices their brief hesitation and worries he spoiled the mood, but then he sees their blush and he's forgotten all about it.
"Ooooh," he bites his lower lip and sucks in a big breath as their thumb strokes his head. It's still astonishing to him how even the lightest of touch from Rowan is enough to make his whole body feel like it could burst into flames.
His eyes are glued to them while they bend over, the teasing is almost too much to take. And that question? Ah, what a choice! How can he be expected to choose between two equally appealing scenarios? It's just not fair. He's consoled by the fact that whatever he doesn't choose this time, he might be able to do next time. The fact that there will be a next time still fills him with joy!
"Hmmm," he groans, stalling for time. "Do you think the lube can actually slow me down?" This might be the perfect way to test the theory.
"I don't reckon there's much what'll slow you down, love, but there's only one way to find out how it works." Rowan smirks, but they do pick up a plain lube at the same time, just in case. They also stop and grab a wash cloth so they can clean up hands before getting to making plans.
Hoping back up onto the desk, they perch there with one foot either side of Max's knees, presenting themself to him again as they squirt a generous amount into their palm to warm it, then offer the bottle out to Max. "How about I prepare you, and you prepare me?" It'll be a bit awkward to lean over one another, but they should be able to make it work for the brief time they need.
"What can I say..." His shoulder rise in something like an embarrassed shrug. "I've always run, uh, hot."
Speaking of hot. Max's gaze is glued to the space between their legs. He nods at their suggestion. It takes effort to tear his eyes away long enough to squeeze a glob of lube between his fingers. He rubs them similarly to warm it, then he reaches forward to begin applying it.
Nothing about this feels awkward at all, once they get started. It's both a practical task and a pleasurable one. He makes sure to get it in deep and is careful to apply evenly. More than the times before, this gives him a reason to really feel out every part of Rowan, to take slow and loving stock of how they feel both inside and out.
"So..." he murmurs while he works and while they work him, "what should we do to that birthday boy?"
Doesn't he just run hot? Rowan's eyes gaze over Max's clothed form hungrily, thinking of the figure underneath it. But there's something hotter right in front of them, and they reach down to wrap their fingers around his cock, taking their time with long, steady strokes and little twists of their wrist to work the lube over it.
"What shouldn't we do?" Rowan replies, shifting slightly as Max starts to work them, enjoying the relaxed, casual feel of his fingers. "Bribe him with cake and then fucking him senseless seems like a good idea to me. Do you know what you want to get him for it?"
"Ooooh," he shudders at their touch. He's really skeptical the lube is going to be able to stop him now. Rowan's plenty hot too.
"The problem is, I promised to let him help make the cake. But, then again, that's not really a problem... because we'll know where he'll be. He'll never see it coming."
There's a wicked glint in Max's eyes. He's having a great time cooking up this evil plot already.
"Oh yeah, I know just what I want to get him. He had a lot of fun the first time I used a vibrator on him. I'm thinking of getting him a really nice vibrating plug. Maybe one with a wireless remote. That was pretty damn fun before with you."
"Bribe him with cake making, then." Rowan laughs, but it's a little more tense than normal, Max's fingers starting to work their magic inside them. "How long does a cake take to bake, anyway? Is there enough time to tease him then, or is that going to end up with a burnt cake?"
The combination of the idea of Max's gift, and his two reasonings for giving it has Rowan biting their lip to half smother a low moan. Normally they wouldn't react so audibly to just a comment, but on top of everything it's too much, and while they normally don't try to hide noises while fucking the combination of conversation and the prep work confuses them enough to try this time. "Fuck, Max, that's hot." They pull their hand away, wipe it off, and then catches his wrist to stop him. Time to see how long they last together.
"I'd love to watch you prepare him for me with one. And then maybe we could leave it in him and play with one another for a bit while he has to watch?" They suggest with dark eyes, offering Max the wash cloth as well. "Do you want me facing you or the desk?"
"Thirty to thirty-five minutes," Max answers easily. "Long enough to tease, but maybe not to be completely finished." It's just long enough to really torment the birthday boy and leave him wanting more.
Oh but he loves to hear them moan like that, and it's somehow even sexier when they try to cover for it.
"High compliment coming from you. So, we'll definitely write that one down."
Good thing they stopped him because he was getting tempted by those noises. He grins, taking the cloth.
"I love the way your mind works. Yeah, I'm thinking we tie him up before we give him a show, so he won't be tempted to help himself out and ruin the fun too soon."
He finishes cleaning his hand and sets the cloth aside. "Why don't you face away so we can both see the desk... and pretend like we are working."
"I'll bring the cuffs, then." Rowan grins widely, but then leans in. If they're going to be facing away from Max for a while, before that, they want a kiss. So they claim one, biting down softly on his lip as they pull away. "Dunno how much work is going to happen, but that sounds hot, so."
Sliding off the desk once more, they turn to take their seat, reaching between them to hold Max's erection into place. It feels them up as tightly as they remember, making them feel achingly full in a way that has them moaning as they slowly slide into place in Max's lap. "Fuck, Max." They murmur as they finally hit his lap, breath a little ragged, as they reach down between them to feel the way they're stretched around the man between their legs. "Fuck, that's so hot."
"Perfect." And there goes his dick throbbing at the thought of Lucas in cuffs. It's obscene how much he enjoys the mental image. He'd enjoy Rowan like that too, again.
Between that and the nip to his lip, Max has no confidence in his ability to focus on work at all. But he also has zero regrets. None.
"Oh, Rowan," he moans softly against their neck while they lower themselves onto him. "Oh! Oh my god..." He's breathless by the time they are fully settled.
"Fuck, you're so tight on me. I can feel every little movement. Oh, god, you're incredible." And he does not see himself lasting long. Lube or no lube. "Every time you shift it's amazing."
Rowan is thinking very much the same thing - torn between all the combinations that could happen in this little trio with another set of cuffs and the idea that they've been talking about, of having Lucas watch in cuffs as they and Max enjoy one another's bodies. Luckily the here and now is a good distraction for those thoughts.
"I feel like you're moving every time I fucking breathe." They agree, moving their hand from between them to look for Max's hand, needing to hold onto him. Even that movement has them shifting enough to gasp, as they shift around Max's heat.
They bring his hand back to rest on their thigh, their own hand on top, and take a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow themself - not that it helps. "Okay, so. Um. Cake, teasing, eating cake, fucking Lucas senseless? Oh - we should give him his presents while the cake's in the oven. I've asked for his phone back, so that first, and then yours, and then even if we don't get to teasing him properly it'll be sitting out and he'll be thinking about it." The thought has them shifting automatically as heat spikes between their legs - and then moaning as that moves them around Max.
"I feel like you're going to know it every time I twitch," Max says, and naturally that thought alone is enough to make his dick do just that. Causing another strangled whimper from him.
"This is both the best and the worst idea I've ever had..." Breathe. Oh fuck, breathe! He grips onto Rowan's hand like a lifeline while he fights the current of his own need. His fingers dig into their thigh. He closes his eyes and centers himself. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Cake and presents first," he agrees, voice thick with lust, "or we're likely to get too distracted to remember."
He nuzzles his face against the back of their head. "His phone will be good. He'll love sharing his pictures with us. I'll love seeing them, and that giddy look he gets in his eyes when he talks about his car."
He almost has himself calm again then Rowan goes and mentions Max's intended gift. Between that and Rowan's moaning, he's back to being a trembling mess.
If that twitch is anything to go by, they will indeed, and Rowan whimpers needfully, biting on their lip as they have to hold back from rocking into it. They absolutely agree with Max's sentiment; this is amazing, but he's going to drive them mad pretty soon.
They're so sensitive, that just Max's breath on the back of their neck has them shivering, their hand gripping onto his as they try to focus as well. "After this, dealing with that thought'll be a piece of piss." They say, firmly. "Anyway, by the time he's done showing us all his pictures, it won't be too long.
I wasn't kidding about bringing the cuffs, by the way. I have some already. I'll have to get a strap on, though." And the thought has them clenching around Max with another little noise. "Do you know when he's working?"
"Yeah," Max whimpers, "This is good practice." Great practice. So good, maybe they should do it regularly, just to be safe. Assuming Max doesn't die from this tension first.
"I hoped you weren't," Max answered about the cuffs. "Mmm, if I'd know that I would have had you use them on me by now." His cock twitches again at the thought.
This is so good. Every single little move Rowan makes no matter how small is sending electric shocks of pleasure up his spine. But that clenching OH FUCK. He whimpers and hunches over Rowan's back.
"G-god." Focus Max. Oh Christ. "Y-yeah, I can get his schedule since it's in the same place mine hangs. He'll never s-suspect."
That twitch inside them has Rowan mewling with need, their body clenching again, squeezing tightly around Max. Their hips jerk as they try to roll them over the cock inside them and hold back at the same time. "Oh fuck, Max, fuck!"
What were they talking about? Rowan's breath is coming in short pants, their knuckles white where their fists are clenched trying to maintain control. Right - schedules. "Give me yours too. So I can cross reference." Rowan says, but the thought of showing up when both of them are working and the things that they might be able to do to one another doesn't help them at all. They're not sure how much more of this they can take. "Anything else we need? I've got a-ah, a voucher."
"Jesus, don't make noises like that, or I'm going to lose it."
Not to mention the squeezing. He feels a mighty throb just as they half-roll their hips. Christ, what if he comes without Rowan even properly riding him? What if he comes just from this? They've ruined him. Soon he'll be able to climax from anything.
"Sure...let me just..." he leans forward to grab a pen and immediately whimpers from the jolt of pleasure that movement causes.
"U-uh, I..." come on, you can do this. "Some... ropes? Lucas likes those. A-and...fuck, I'm having a real hard time putting two thoughts together but... m-maybe something special to wear?" Rowan already looks great in those stockings, but should he get something special like that too?
As Max leans forward, he moves inside Rowan, pulling on their already stretched entrance and pushing up deep inside them. They cry out, instinctively pushing back against him. It's so hard to remember that they're not meant to be riding him, but they're desperate now for more of that delicious friction.
Dimly, they're aware of Max talking, and they force themself to listen. But the idea of Max dressed up for them comes to mind, and their breath hitches again. "You should. Wear something special, I mean." Another thought crosses their mind. "Or birthday suits for all of us?" Actual planning is starting to get incredibly hard. How can they think about what they're going to do to Lucas when Max is right here, hard inside them?
"Birthday suits are great, but so are these stockings you got on." Max rubs a hand over the lacy fabric on their leg. Another shiver runs through him.
"God. I don't know how much more of this I can... it's taking all my willpower right now not to start rocking my hips..." He can't even hold a pen correctly. Was he supposed to be writing something down?
"Fuck. Fuck it. I need you to fuck me right now or I'm not going to be able to see straight soon."
"Oh, thank fuck!" Rowan groans, grabbing Max's hands and moving them to their hips. If he'd moved like that again, they're not sure they could have held back, and it was his idea, so they would have felt bad for breaking first.
But with his permission they can finally roll their hips properly, though the motion has them throwing back their head and crying out. "Oh god, Max!" The movement's stilted, though, and they have to shift into a better position, shifting their legs to give them the right purchase. And of course, that has Max moving inside them again, their body clenching around him as they find a more comfortable position.
"God, your cock feels amazing!" They praise, as they slide along it, trying to hold back at least somewhat to start, rather than going straight into pounding down on him, as much as they want that. "Fuck, Max, it feels like you're filling up every part of me!"
Max is relieved he isn't the only one who was only hanging on by a thread. He grips their hips eagerly, a full-body shudder shaking him from head to toe while they reposition over him.
"It almost feels like we aren't even two separate people anymore," Max remarks in a voice weighed down by lust, "every move you make radiates through me. Even when you talk I feel it." Or moan! It can't just be his imagination how those vibrations travel into him.
Every time they clench around him, it steals a gasp between his parted lips. He's throbbing at the edge of climax already. This teasing has him barely clinging on.
"Rowan..." he says in a shaky warning tone, "I'm really not going to last long like this. You feel too good."
It's too much for Rowan; the teasing build up, Max filling them up like this, his strong hands on their hips and the way they're utterly exposed to him. Each movement has him sliding against their body stretched so tight around him in a way that has them hyper aware of him inside them. And the idea of joining up with Max, of being a part of him makes their heart ache as much as their body.
"Please, Max, please!" They beg, picking up speed. "Please, I want to feel you fill me up before I come!" And they're not going to last long either, but they can't hold back now, riding him eagerly. Their hips roll under Max's hands with each thrust of their body, and they throw their head back, moaning wantonly as they grow closer to their own orgasm.
He whimpers against the back of their neck, shuddering from another roll of pleasure down his spine.
"You're getting...ah...really, mmm, good at making me come on command," he just manages to gasp out that one-liner before...
"H-ah!"
His hands grip their hips with white-knuckle strength while his own body arches up nearly bending backward over the chair. This orgasm builds slow, like a tidal wave drawing back into the sea, only to come crashing in hard and fast, stealing the air from his lungs so that his cry turns into a rasping silent scream.
But it will be no mystery to Rowan what he's feeling as his dick pulses inside their tight heat, filling them up just like they ask. Until he's so spent he collapses forward against their shoulder, panting for breath.
"Oh, Max!" His cock hits the back of their cunt, pushed up even deeper into him by his grip and the arch of his body. If Rowan thought they felt full before, as Max starts to fill them up they ache in a way that might be painful if they weren't so impossibly turned on. They cry out as his cock pulses inside them, and then again as their own orgasm over takes them.
Their body pulses around him, milking the last of his cum out of him, and then they too fall back against him, chest heaving. Weakly, they find his hands, and move them to wrap around them, their own hands resting over his. "Only 'cos you can make me come so easy yourself." They manage a delayed reply. "When you come, I feel like I could just from watching, getting to feel it too... it's amazing."
It feels like it goes on for hours. With them pulsing around him like that, it drags the orgasm out until he doesn't have a drop left to give. One second could have been an eternity.
Now, he holds them to his thrumming chest, enjoying the closeness while his heart flutters against his ribcage.
"I second that. It is amazing. So are you." His hands squeeze them in tighter to him. He plants a kiss on the back of their head. "I really like this. Trying to hold off just made it feel stronger when it happened. I always knew I couldn't resist you. But it adds a little spice to try."
Closing their eyes, Rowan leans back against Max. It feels so good to have someone they love and trust against them like this, protective and possessive and as close as they can be together. “Mm. Don’t reckon I have the patience for it every time, but it was definitely worth it!” They agree.
“I swear, I could feel you moving whenever we was breathing.” They murmur, body still humming with pleasure. “The way you stretch me out...” And if it does ache later, it’ll just be a reminder of what they were up to. “Not so good for planning, though.” They add, with a chuckle, turning enough that they can kiss Max’s shoulder.
"God, no," Max laughs, his breath ruffling their hair. "I might die from pressure buildup if we did that too often."
Sitting like this with his soft member still captured inside of them, he feels both possessive and possessed at once. The thought you are mine and I am yours drifts to the forefront of his mind. He leaves it unspoken except for how he still clings so hard to them.
"I love feeling you stretched tight over me. You feel so good every time."
He laughs again, his shoulders bouncing up into their kiss. "Yeah. I think we both knew we weren't going to actually get any planning done until we blew off some steam."
“We got all the time in the world in this place. Except for work. But my my reckoning this is always a good use of time.” They lean back further, so they can kiss Max’s jaw, glancing up at him from the awkward angle.
But they’re thinking, and their hand squeezes Max’s. “You know what we was talking about before about you fitting and all that?” They ask, cautiously. “Someone offered to help me out. Fix it up so I’d have a cis vag. Or pretty close to one, anyway, I don’t want all the baby making parts.” They don’t need that paranoia, thank you very much. “But obviously it’d change how we have sex. Only for the better, I think, but it wouldn’t be this tight no more.”
He cants his head so he can look down at them, sensing, even before they speak it aloud, that there's something serious on their mind.
"You found someone who can do that for you?" His smile is cautious but hopeful for them. "Rowan, that's wonderful. If... that's what you want?" It sounds like it is, but he wants to be sure.
"If you're asking whether I'd be disappointed, the answer is hell no." He squeezes them tight to him again. "And it shouldn't matter even if I was."
As if he'd have any right to tell them what to do with their body?
Rowan smiles, twisting as much as they can without lifting out of his lap, wanting to keep him inside them as long as possible. "It'd matter to me, at least a little bit. It's..." How do they phrase this? They should be good with words, but sometimes finding the right ones are hard. "It's not something that comes down to your yes or no, you don't get to decide for me. But us being intimate is important to me, and your enjoyment is important to me. So it'd be enough to have me thinking again.
I asked Lucas his opinion too, and that was before we was all official." It was a while back, really, but there's been so much happening in between and it's kind of awkward to bring up out of the blue. "But yeah, I found someone who can." They add, stroking Max's cheek and smiling at him. "And now I spoke to you too, I think I will. But I'll tell you before anything happens, 'course."
"Rowan..." he says their name softly, "You are what I love. Your personality, your wit. I'd love being intimate with you no matter what because I enjoy you for you. Whatever makes you happy is going to make me happy."
And he is happy for them. So happy. He translates that into a big bearhug and a kiss. He means this. He'll love them no matter what their body is like, but he'll also be happy for them to have to worry less about being prepared. Because he can tell, sometimes, that it does weigh on them. And, selfishly, it will mean less worry for him too.
"Rowan, I'm thrilled for you. It won't... it won't be painful for you to get done will it?"
Oh. Rowan's heart flutters in their chest, hiding their smile and their blush in Max's neck. It feels so good to hear that, how can they not melt into his hug? "I love you, Max." They murmur against him, leaning against him. "I love how much you care about everyone, how big your heart is. I'm so lucky to have a piece of it." They kiss him again, overflowing with warm affection.
"And don't worry about it hurting. Can't be worse than the first round." Rowan chuckles, but there's something a little shyer than normal about it. This isn't something they really talk about a lot, not outside of the practicalities for sex. "Two rounds and almost half a year until I was fully healed."
Now he wishes he'd asked them to face him, it would be so much easier to cover them in kisses the way they deserve.
"You have a big piece of it," he says, wiggling against them because he's overflowing with too much emotion to keep still. He'll never tire of hearing them say they love him.
"That long? I had no idea. Well, I honestly don't have a clue how any of that works. And you haven't seemed like you wanted to talk about it particularly."
Squeezing the arms around them tighter, Rowan smiles brightly, amazed once again at how lucky they are. They can’t stay twisted like that for long, though, so they put their back against his chest again, and lean back for another kiss to his jaw. It’s the best they can do without unseating themself from his lap, which they’re still loathe to do.
“Yeah, well, it ain’t exactly sexy talk.” Rowan laughs, not as easily as normal, but still lightly. “Not exactly casual conversation, you know? But I told you the first time if you have questions, I’ll answer what I can. Aside from a couple of things.
But.” They kiss him again, and then lean forward for the piece of paper that Max abandoned. “We got a birthday party to plan still now.”
"I know. You did. I just haven't had a question yet that hasn't felt invasive or, frankly, like none of my business. I know what I need to know about you and your body already. The rest is just..." he shrugs.
"Ah, yeah. Right. I was supposed to be writing my schedule down for you too." Now he can finally remember.
He kisses the top of their head then rests his chin on it while he watches them bring the paper forward. "Better get to it while the blood is still in my big brain. Heh."
Rowan's pretty sure that any question Max could come up with and more they've been asked before. They're used to being the one that people turn to for answers. But they appreciate that he's holding back for their sake anyway, and reach for his hand, squeezing it.
"Right, yeah. Your schedule, and we need a shopping list too, probably, so we don't get distracted. I think we know what we want to do to him?" They can go over it again, but that's probably going to start working them both up again, so maybe it'd be best to avoid the details right now.
"We have a habit of getting distracted," Max chuckles. Does he sound sorry? Nope.
With Rowan still around him like this, he's already not as completely soft as he could be. That extra stimulation could quickly build into round two if he's not careful. Or, even if he is. Rowan has a way of keeping his fires burning bright no matter how spent he thinks he is. He's sure by the time they start planning the details of their trap for Lucas, he's going to be all warmed up again.
"Let me write out the list first or else... I'm going to get distracted again." Better use the time with blood in his big brain while he has it.
"You can't really reach the desk from there to write." Rowan laughs. "Either I'm going to have to get off you, or you'll have to write on my back. Your choice." But they pass the pen and paper back to Max to make the decision. They'd be more than happy to stay here until he's good for round two - they always are.
"Dunno, ain't had no one writing on my back before. Not half naked, certainly." Rowan laughs easily, leaning forward a little so they can place their hands on the desk to brace themself. "I guess we'll find out.
You going to sort out everything for baking? I'd offer to help, but you know me. I'd probably be more of a hinderance."
This is nice, Max catches himself thinking as he starts writing carefully, intimate in a surprising new way.
"Leave the baking to me and Lucas. I promised I'd let him help make his cake. I'm still skeptical that you're as bad as you say but I'm not about to use his cake as the test of that."
He squeezes their shoulder lightly, "but you are definitely not a hindrance."
"Well, Sappho wouldn't let me in the kitchen with her, but I'm also the only one left in the household who can boil pasta without wandering off or just fucking it up in some other way." Rowan laughs easily, relaxing under the strange sensation of the paper and pen against their back. "So it's a toss up if I'd meet your standards or not. But there ain't a lot of space in the kitchen, and we'd end up standing on each other if all three of us tried to cook.
"It ain't no big deal, I can bring a pen and paper and amuse myself until you're both ready for me." They drop one hand down to Max's leg, just adding another point of contact, enjoying the calm intimacy, compared to their usual frantic type.
“One of these days, when it’s just us, I’m going to test you out. See for myself. Until then, I reserve judgment. But, uh, you’re not wrong about the space. This kitchen is about two times smaller than the one I’m used to.”
He glances down briefly at their hand resting on his thigh. How different a pleasure it is not to be burning alive at their every small touch. This is something he didn’t know he was missing.
“You gonna sketch us in our aprons? That would be pretty cute.”
“You are both pretty cute.” Rowan points out. “But yeah, why not? It’d be nice to have a picture to remember it by. Maybe I’ll take some photos too.” They’d like to say that that way they can look back on it next year, and the years after that, but the thing is, the future’s just too uncertain, and it feels like tempting fate. Best to keep the idea locked away as a secret hope.
“Do you know what cake you’re going to make?” They ask, glancing back at him over their shoulder.
"With your phone? That would be nice. We could get them printed too, maybe? You have that capability, right?" Surely that fancy phone of theirs' can do it all.
"It'll be chocolate base with marshmallow filling. I'm going to call it the Count Chocula cake. Except... it's going to look like a ghost so. Hm. I'll workshop it."
"What's Count Chocula?" Rowan asks, brow wrinkling. It sounds like some kind of reference, but they can't draw the line. "Couldn't it be the marshmallow puff, or whatever that ghost is from the end of the original Ghostbusters? If it's got marshmallows in it and all.
"And yeah, I could print, in theory. I'd need a printer, though. But I'll want one eventually. Just might have to wait a while. I can probably bluetooth them to Lucas' phone, and yours too when you get it back."
"It's a weird breakfast cereal brand with a cartoon vampire for a mascot. The cereal was chocolate and it had little bat and ghost marshmallows in it. Like chocolate lucky charms. I made Erik buy it for me all the time to annoy the shit out of him, because vampires. Josiah thought it was hilarious. And it's hard to make Josiah laugh." Max looks entirely too proud of himself for this.
"But your idea of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man is much better! I don't know why I didn't think of that. You're a genius."
Wait a while eh? "By the way, if you need any help with favor, can I just say you've helped me save quite a bit up. I could ask for you. Or, you know, help you generate more. Actually, I think I just did..."
The idea of getting his phone back is... a strange one. "You know... That might be one of the only reasons for me to get my phone back. I never had much use for it outside of business or contacting Erik or Josiah. I guess that's why I haven't missed it much."
Rowan's heard of Lucky Charms as well, although they wrinkle their nose at the description. Who'd want something that sweet for breakfast? Still, any mention of Max trolling his master warms their heart, so that expression doesn't last long, as they chuckle. "I'm smart sometimes." They preen a little, glancing back at Max. "That cereal should have little wolves in it too, then it'd be all three of us." Okay, Max isn't actually the bats, but Lucas isn't a ghost either, so.
"If I get my computer back, we could get you a proper camera too. So you can take as many photos as you want, without running out of space." Rowan offers. "I can always ask for more hard drives if I start running out. I reckon once I got that back and the rest of my powers, I'm sitting sweet, and everything after that is a bonus." It's just getting that those two are taking a lot of convincing. It's a good job they have Max and Lucas to help out.
"I'm starting to sense you're not as much a sweet tooth as some of us." No, but Rowan is right, the cereal itself is pretty bad. But worth it for the jokes.
"Maybe I'll invent my own cereal brand here and do just that. You can do the box art for it."
Once again, he wishes they were face to face, so he can look at them more fully instead of over one shoulder.
"How long do you think it'll be before you can ask for your computer? I'm really interested to watch you do what you do best on it." He can also help out with favor if they need it.
Rowan laughs, squeezing Max's thigh. "You just realising?" They tease, trying to glance over their shoulder. Is he done with writing yet so they can at least lean back against him? "I don't mind sweet drinks. As long as they're boozy. But rich stuff fills me up too quick." And since they can't allow themself to leave food on a plate, they end up eating until they feel sick.
"I dunno about the computer, though. Green Man weren't best pleased about the phone, by my reckoning. Wouldn't surprise me if he wanted just as much as he's going to want to give me the rest of my powers back. But hey, between you and Lucas, I don't reckon it'll be too long. Maybe sometime in the new year."
"I guess I have a habit of assuming everyone's as into sweets as I am." It did take him an embarrassingly long time to start realizing. But the cues have been piling up over time.
He sets the paper and pen back down on the desk, reaching past Rowan to do it. That should be answer enough.
"The fae act like they are allergic to technology, don't they? Too bad, because one way or another we'll get it for you." Max is more than happy to help, for a good cause.
"So, Green man was yours, huh? What did he say to you when you first got here?"
When Max leans forward to get rid of the pen and paper, Rowan leans back with him, taking their place against his chest. They draw his hands around him again, cuddling into him. "Problem is, I ain't going to stop fucking you if they do decide to stop holding my tech over my head." Rowan laughs. "But they did give me my phone, eventually, and if I need to fuck around even more for my laptop, that ain't the worst.
And he said..." They rub their cheek, as they try to remember. "'Please don't.' As in, please don't rally protests. Which, to be fair, I ain't. How about you and yours?"
"Yeah," Max snuggles into them, "that's not a boycott I can condone. I'd miss you too much. And I might get carpal tunnel." He gives a self-deprecating laugh. Without Rowan around, he might break his hand off trying to replace the satisfaction they give him. Can't have that.
"Heh. Well, at least he knew what he might be getting into. So, he can't say he's surprised."
Max sighs against their shoulder. "It was Queen Mab. Mostly she smirked at me and said she was happy to have me here. But she also warned that there were dangerous things in the forest. Things that might try to eat me. That's why I've stayed the hell out of there. I've had enough of that, thanks."
Bringing one of Max's hands up to their lips, Rowan kisses it with a small chuckle of their own. "Nah, you'd still have Lucas to take care of you. But I'd never be able to hold back."
They snort, tilting their head. "I spend a fair amount of time in the woods, and I wouldn't mind eating you up." They comment, playfully, glancing back at him over their shoulder again. "'s probably for the best though. Aside from all the weird arse flowers in there, there's plenty of other dangers too. Unless you want a wolf bodyguard or three."
Shifting their shoulders, they turn a little more, struggling to kiss Max. "Love, if we ain't going to go for another round, I think I'm going to shift so I can see you proper. It's nice to keep contact and all, but I'd like to be able to kiss you too."
"True, but then he'd get sore too from dating double duty." You're irreplaceable Rowan, just admit it.
"You're the one thing out there I wouldn't mind letting eat me." The idea of a wolf bodyguard does get him thinking. Hm. That could work.
"Maybe I will give the pack a call whenever I get curious enough. I promised I'd take Lucas out to the ruins sometime too. That might be a good time for some back-up."
He laughs and nods his head. "I think I want you to turn around even if we do go for another. If we do this again, I want you to face me right from the start. God knows it didn't help me slow down any."
With a little sigh of relief, Rowan finally dismounts from Max and leans over to give him a well deserved kiss, sweet and tender. "Next time we want to stay in a position for a while, lets not do it from behind." They agree. Then they peck his cheek and pull away for long enough to find their underwear and pull them on at least, so they don't make a mess of Max' nice trousers, before reclaiming his lap.
Smiling at him, they snuggle back into him. "And yeah, anytime you want an escort, call me, okay? Or one of the other two." Keeping him safe was the whole reason to claim him as mate, after all.
"And now that your blood's back in your head, lets do some more planning." They declare with another kiss, leading Max back into firmer plans about what they might do with their birthday boy, and arranging a time to meet for shopping.
"Duly noted." Oh, there's so going to be a next time. He'll make sure.
But that answer goes for their second point too. If he does ever decide to venture into the forest, he will call them. He won't go alone. He nods his head with a solemn look, good as a promise.
"Heh. Okay. Yeah, let's get the rest of it down on paper. So I don't forget later when I'm too distracted."
They both know that is only a matter of time. But for now, he's happy to keep making those plans. They're going to have so much fun. Lucas will never know what hit him. Max can't wait.
A half hour or so after that last message, there's a muffled knock, low down on Max's door. Chell's hands are full with two cups of coffee, and a bag of pastries from Slayer's Cake, so she's kicking the door to announce her presence.
Max debated putting on a shirt, not sure what kind of message that would send given the possible avenue of this morning visit. Ultimately, he decided on one of his black workout tank top for now. That's somewhere in-between easy access and tastefully covered up, right?
"Oh, let me help you with that," he says when he opens the door and sees her juggling all of the goodies. He'll reach to take the coffee from her.
Chell gives him a grateful nod and hands him the coffee, then beelines for the nice new kitchen to put down the bag of pastries. And, obviously, to admire the new digs.
Wow! she signs, and gives Max a big thumbs up. Jeez, should she be asking for room expansions? This is neat!
"Pretty nice, right? Didn't come with a coffee pot or a toaster, though. I'll have to go find those on my own." Not that he's really complaining, they gave him pots, pans and cutlery.
"Hey, so... this is awkward, and I'm not great with languages, but I'd like to give it a shot if I can. Can you do what you just did again?"
He mimics her, while also mouthing the word. It's kind of a fun motion, actually.
"So, I guess this might be a good segue into another, uh, thing I was wondering about. If we do decide to do more with each other, this morning or maybe some other time... I mean, I assume you'll have signals for telling me when I'm doing an okay job. But, I'd like to make sure I know what you'll do if you need me to stop."
Max is pretty vocal. And he's used to vocal partners. That's nothing against Chell at all, he's just less confident in himself with someone who might not be able to cry out if he's hurting her. Maybe she'll just do like Milla said that one time, and punch him.
Max has such a studious expression on his face while he carefully motions along with her. He wants to make sure he really gets it. Thankfully, the one for stop is pretty clear and easy to remember. It looks like a karate chop. Chop means stop he says in his head.
He's being so serious right now he almost misses that mischeivous smiole on her face. Almost. ... His pulse speeds up a little as he comes closer and gives her his hands.
Let's be real: it's an excuse to touch him. Chell takes Max's hands and
moves them into the right
shape, then taps his fingertips together, with her hands still
encircling his. More, she
signs. More.
Her hands are warm around his, soft but strong. Chell smirks, nodding -- and now that he's close, she leans forward and gives him a light kiss on the lips. Testing the waters.
When she leans back, she quirks an eyebrow and signs, More?
She can't entirely keep herself from grinning as she kisses him back, going up on her tiptoes and flicking her tongue against his lips. Without her Long Fall Boots, he's got a full foot of height on her, which may eventually become a problem -- but she has several ideas about approaching that.
Tall guy problems... fortunately, he's used to bending down for his partners.
Her tongue across his lips sends an instant spike of heat through him. Suddenly, he's thinking it's a good thing he has a microwave now because their coffee may just go cold.
His hands caress along her back, up her spine to the back of her head. If she lets him, he'll thread his fingers into her hair and scrape his nails lightly against her scalp.
Oh, more than let him. She arches against him at the touch of his nails, her breath catching pleasantly. Breaking the kiss for a moment, she points to his hand in her hair and signs Yes enthusiastically. Hair playing? A little hair pulling? Yes, please.
In fact, as she goes back in for another kiss, she returns the favor -- slides her hand up the back of his neck to play with his hair.
Along the way, though, her fingers encounter the unexpected feeling of scar tissue. Her touch stutters, and she breaks the kiss again with a surprised look.
Max is delighted to see her sign 'yes.' His face lights up with glee. He loves playing with hair and will certainly enjoy hers. He is also a fan of it for himself but there's always just one small problem.
And she's just found it.
Max goes rigid when he feels her touch across the scar. And the smile is gone by the time she pulls away to look at her.
"I-it's nothing," he tries to reassure her. "Just an old injury. Nothing to worry about." There's a little too much fear in his tone for that to be truly believable.
The scar is no accident. It's the seal of his master. A round brand as large as a silver dollar that bears the burned but distinguishable shape of a griffin and a shield crossed with a sword.
Even a trusting dummy like Chell can see that that's a deflection. She takes her hand away from the scar, frowning, and reaches for the tome she'd discarded on the counter. She doesn't want to pull away, but she does need both hands and space to write -- god, do people who can talk even know how easy they have it?
She sighs and shakes her head no, agreeing with him. It's really not, is it. Never is.
She taps the sentence You don't have to again. Maybe the mood's already past saving, but she may as well reiterate. He doesn't have to talk, regardless of whether she gets to keep making out with him.
As for the rest -- she shrugs, leans down, and hikes one pant leg up past her knee. There's an old, old mess of scar tissue on either side of her calves, as if something was attached there and removed without much care. Then, straightening up, she reaches for one of his wrists with a quizzical look. Can she have his hand for a second?
The other set, though, she was super conscious for. She guides his hand under the hem of her shirt on the left side: there, under his fingers, he'll find healed-over scars from where something big clawed her.
Everything's healed up, and she doesn't show any discomfort when he touches them. To the contrary, her gaze is fixed on his face, and her expression is more rueful than anything.
Once she's guided his hand to her side, once she's sure he's picked up what she's pointed out, she lets go and picks up the tome again.
Shit happens to us. We lived. I'm sorry shit did happen to you though.
His brow furrows slightly when his fingers graze over her scars. His gaze meets her, and he's wearing an expression much like hers. Life can be so cruel. But the two of them are kindred spirits in this way, aren't they? They take the hits and they keep on going. They're survivors. They haven't been broken by it.
"Did happen," he says slowly, "still happening, I guess, technically."
He takes his hand back so he can turn slightly away from her and bend down. He taps the nape of his neck to direct her attention to the round burned coat of arms there.
"This is my master's mark. Remember how I said I work for a vampire? I do... but it isn't voluntary employment." Which is just a prettier way of saying he's a slave.
He'll wait until he's sure she's had a good look, then he'll turn around to face her again.
He sighs, resigned to the anger. It's always like this. And they have a right to it. He'd be pissed too. He should be. But, really, he's just tired.
"Protection. Believe it or not. This," he taps the back of his neck, "means I belong to him. It also means that if any other vampires fuck with me, they'll answer to him directly. He's powerful. The threat has a lot of weight behind it."
"No. I didn't sign up for any of it. But I don't have a choice if I want to live."
He sips heavily at his coffee. "I killed my master's sister. It was self-defense because she was going to drink me. But vampire's laws aren't the same as human ones. When my master, Erik, saw what I'd done... by vampire law, he should have killed me. He didn't. He decided to take me on as his servant instead. That was his mercy.
"But the problem with that is... vampires hold grudges. His sister had a lot of very devoted followers. They want revenge. They vowed that they'd find me and take it. Without Erik's protection, I'll be tortured to death by them. If I'm lucky. So, it's serve him or... that. All things considered, I'd rather have the damn brand on me."
Hooboy. She hates that. She hates it! She barely knows anything about Max besides that he likes baking and he's kind, and still she hates that.
Still, it ... complicates the story. Frowning, she boosts herself up onto the counter to sit, and scribbles in the tome.
That's not fair.
How does he treat you?
Aside from burning brands into him, which seems unpleasant at best and sadistic at worst, and feeding from him, which seems enjoyable at best and a lot more fucked up than she originally thought at worst.
How does he treat Max? That is a complicated question.
"He treats me like what I am, his favored Pet. I'm not his equal, and his word will always trump mine. But he isn't cruel. He does listen to me, if I ask for something. He treats me kindly, and he trusts me to run his household affairs. It's a cage, yes. But it's a gilded one. I could be doing much worse."
There is that one tiny (not actually tiny) problem though... and now that he's remembered it, he'll have to explain before they go further.
"I won't lie; he has done questionable things to me. There's still some things that will always be different between a human and a vampire. No one can live as their property for six years and come out of it without... some hang-ups."
Chell lets out a long breath, and reaches out to touch his shoulder gently. "Questionable things" gives her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. So does "pet."
I've been in some cages. None as long as you + not the same kind, but they make me mad. What kind of hang ups?
She purses her lips, draws an arrow pointing to "not the same kind," and adds except here
He watches her draw that line and smiles. He agrees this is a cage and yet... it's the most freedom he's had in years. If he had his way, he'd stay here forever.
"When you're someone's slave, which..." he sighs, "I was. Having the luxury to say no is rare. My Master was kinder than most, but he still expected obedience. So, when you're expected to do things whether you like them or not, the best thing you can do is try to learn to like them. Or at least tolerate them.
"I've started to realize that I'll let people do things to me that, strictly speaking, I might not actually want or completely like but that I don't hate enough not to tolerate. And, well... I realize that's a breach of trust for a lot of people. No one here wants to be accidentally doing things to me that I don't one-hundred-percent want."
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small business card. On one side, a list of kinks he's into, on the other a list of his hard no's. He holds it out for her.
"That's why I have this. If I don't have the mental fortitude to say no during, then I can at least state my preferences up-front for people."
Chell's eyebrows go up, and she takes the card and reads it, front and back, several times. Her expression turns thoughtful as she does, and after a minute she sets the card down so she can scribble a few lines.
This is a really good idea I should get one
Qs? 1. Things you ♥ = things you need? 2. What things do you ♥ to give?
She's aware, as she holds out the tome for him to read, that this is getting slightly off the topic of "I'm a vampire's butler and/or sex slave because otherwise I'll be tortured to death" in favor of hornier topics, but it seems important. Important enough that he got cards printed.
"I'm glad you think so. It's still a little awkward for me to give them out."
Honestly, Max is completely fine with moving on from the topic of his vampire Master, especially if it gets them back into sexier territory. Maybe the day can still be salvaged.
"I wouldn't say I need any of those things to the point that I can't get off without them. I get off a lot faster if you do them. Especially if you pay attention to my neck." If she ever kisses him there or uses her teeth that will become immediately apparent.
"A lot of what I love to receive, I love to give, too. One thing missing on that list, though, is oral. I'm told I'm pretty damn good at it." He flashes her a mischievous smile, daring her to find out for herself.
You can talk. Writing is SLOW. If I had a card with "I like riding + hair pulling + vibrators" or "I used to be a test subject for a computer but I got out" things would be faster!
The mischievous smile gets a fuller laugh out her. She reaches out -- cautiously, still watching to make sure this is okay -- and runs her hand through his hair.
Oral, she signs, pointing at her mouth, yes. Big thumbs up.
"You make a good point." Don't mind him just committing a couple of those preferences to memory right now, while trying not to frown openly about the 'test subject for a computer' part.
As much as he wants to dive right into the topic of oral and maybe dive into giving it, too, especially with the soothing way she's touching his hair (the touch makes him sigh contentedly), he can't help a new question coming to mind. This does seem like the best time to ask it.
"You can just sock me if this isn't appropriate to ask but... why don't you talk? You can obviously hear me."
"Oh. Sorry." Okay he does still feel a bit bad for asking even if she doesn't look bothered.
BACK TO ORAL THEN.
"Anyway... uh. How about we get back to less talking and more doing other things with our mouths? You have my card so you can see for yourself, but I promise there nothing we've done so far I haven't been really into."
He smiles so sweetly from that affection. As experienced he is, relatively speaking, it's always the tender touches that make him melt more than the overtly sexual ones.
"Thank you for listening. It helps to have people who kind of... get it."
He mimics her motion for thank you. He does want to try to remember these.
"So, you like riding and hair pulling huh?" He digs his hands into her hair, not too hard yet, but testing the waters.
Aww. He has a nice smile. It's a relief to see it -- to put aside her tome and focus on touching him again.
Spreading her knees, she slides one of her hands down to cup his ass and pull him closer between her legs; now that she's up on the counter, the height difference is a lot more manageable.
She arches her back as his hands go into her hair, breaking into a grin. Yes, she signs enthusiastically.
He hums a pleased noise at the hand cupping his ass. It encourages him to press himself harder between her legs. This is a great thing about having his own kitchen. Now he can have kitchen counter sex if he wants to. He does.
That yes from her is a big green light. His fingers tighten in her hair and he pulls back, hard enough that if she doesn't fight it, her head will be pulled back too, all the better to expose her neck to the fiery line of kisses he intends to lay down there, on his way down to her collarbone and then to the top of her breasts where he can reach while her shirt is still on.
The little edge of pain is just right. She moves with the pull, her breath catching. Yep, good, this is very very good.
The neckline of the shirt she's wearing is loose enough to give him a little play, though not enough to get all the way to her breasts. Chell squeezes his hips between her knees and his ass in her hand, sighing happily at the touches.
She lifts her arms to help when he moves to take the shirt off, leaving her in a plain gray bralette. Normally, she's not self-conscious about the scars on her left side, but since she already drew Max's attention to them earlier, it feels a little different to have them out in the open. Not bad, necessarily, just ... noticeable.
Still, as soon as she's shirtless, she reaches to help Max get out of his top, as well. It's as good an excuse as any to run her hands along his abs, after all.
His eyes do fall on the scars, taking them in with the fresh knowledge of what they mean. But then he meets her gaze again with a soft smile - willing her to see without words that it doesn't make her any different in his eyes.
Max makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, barely needing to look at what he's doing. Soon enough, it's open, exposing the white tank top beneath. He quickly shucks that off too, so he can have full license to play on his muscles.
Oooh really. Smirking, she runs her palms up his abs, over his pecs -- hello, pecs -- along his shoulders and down his arms, to guide one of Max's hands to her thigh and the other to her breast.
More, she suggests with a grin. Then she leans in for a teasing kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth, and reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers.
His hand fondles her breast softly overtop the fabric, before becoming too impatient and pushing it up to reveal the flesh beneath. At the same time, the hand on her thigh strokes inward tickling closer to the space between her legs.
"Oooh, yeah," he breathes, eyelids fluttering at her touch to his cock, "more of that please."
Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure: she arches into the touch on her breast, squirms a little and twitches her legs wider apart to give him better access. Yes, she's still very clothed, shoes and sweatpants and everything, but she would very much like more pressure between her legs.
On which note, she nuzzles his cheek and squeezes him again, then shifts to slip her hand inside the waistband of his pants and underwear. She strokes her fingers over his skin, gentle for now.
He takes that as an open invitation and moves his hand in to caress her between her legs, still overtop her sweatpants. His fingers stroke her through the fabric teasingly light at first. But his touch grows firmer when her hand gets down his pants. She'll find quite a handful waiting for her. Even gentle stroking brings it roaring to life.
"O-oh! Yess."
Not to be outdone, Max leans forward and latches onto her nipple with his lips, gently lapping at the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue while looking up at her face to see how she reacts.
Very well. She catches her lips between her teeth and reaches for his head with her free hand, sliding her fingers through his hair to encourage him further.
Meanwhile, she keeps teasing his cock with those light touches. The fabric of his pants keeps her from doing too much, but as he gets harder, she wraps her hand around him and rubs her thumb in light circles around his head. It's always a nice thrill to handle someone like this; feeling him respond to her touch sends an answering pulse of warmth through her belly, makes her squirm a little on the counter.
He purrs against her skin, relishing her fingers in his hair and her touch below slow and tantalizing.
His tongue circles around her nipple, then he sucks it hard, only to release and give it a soothing lick. He moves to the other side and repeats the attack. Meanwhile, his fingers press into the fabric between her legs, stroking even harder.
But with her squirming like that, he's finding it hard to resist going deeper.
"We still have too many layers on," he groans against her chest. "Maybe we should fix that?"
Chell lets out a gusty, pleased sigh, her fingers twitching in his hair and on his cock.
Vigorous nodding to that suggestion. She tightens her grip on his hair slightly, using it to pull him up into a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth. Her weight shifts forward as kisses him until she's forced to pull her hand out of his pants and loop it around his neck -- the better to wrap her legs around him and kiiiiind of encourage him to pick her up.
See, Max? Not so hard to understand. Don't underestimate the importance of body language.
The bed sounds perfect to her. She breaks the kiss to grin at him, then ducks her head to lay kisses down the side of his neck. He did say paying attention there was a good way to get him going, and Chell is nothing if not attentive.
Chell's plan works perfectly. The minute she starts paying attention to his neck, his breath shudders out in a hot sigh against her.
"Oh fuck... oh, oh fuck."
There goes the rest of his patience. He lays her down on the bed and grinds against her, still clothed, but even with the fabric between them, there would be no mistaking how hard he is for her.
"Chell," he groans, his fingers catching on the waistband of her pants, intending to pull them down while he madly kisses her chest, "You're driving me crazy with that."
Laughing, Chell plants her feet on the bed so she grind back. That lets her lift her hips when he starts pulling at her pants, too, helping him get them down. There's a hint of dampness gathering in her underwear, and a flush suffusing her cheeks and chest.
"Mm-hmm," he breathes. He'd sign it back to her but his hands are a little busy pulling her pants off all the way. Then, taking his off too, so he's left in nothing but his black boxer briefs.
When he's done stripping down he returns to kneeling over her on the bed. He drags his fingertips over the fabric of her underwear lightly and smiles when he feels the wetness.
Oh hello. Chell props herself up on her elbows to get a good look at him.
Look at you, she signs, pointing at her eyes and gesturing at him. Hell yes.
When he reaches between her legs, she nods with a grin, and reaches down to help shimmy her underwear off. Once she's fully naked, she touches Max's stomach, running her fingers up his abs and pecs to tickle over his neck again.
"Like what you see?" He allows himself a little smugness.
Honestly, he sometimes worries what reaction he'll get when he brings out the big boy. And with it all bare now, he's glad it's a good one and not 'oh hell no' instead.
He slips her underwear down and tosses them aside, but his eyes are already lowering to half-lidded again, enjoying her wandering touch.
"You're beautiful, Chell," he murmurs, lifting his hand to follow the curve from her hip up to her breast, to cup one in his large hand. "What's the sign for that?"
Honestly, she looks pleased by the sight of his cock, and not terribly intimidated. Maybe later they can talk about her experience with knots.
Grinning, she signs Beautiful. Or-- She fans herself and blows out a breath, like someone overheated. You know, hot.
A faint shiver goes through her at his touch, and her nipple is hard under his hand. She taps him on the chest with a smile, signs Beautiful in turn, and lets her fingers wander over to tease one of his nipples as well.
There are, of course, a lot of options from here. She wiggles her fingers to get his attention, then mimes several things: touches her lips, then his lips, for kiss; touches her lips, then his cock, lightly, for blowjob; touches his lips, then points down at her crotch, for cunnilingus.
He smiles and fans himself while looking pointedly at her. Because, yeah, that's what you are Chell.
"Thank you," he purrs, a shiver running through him too when she finds his nipple. It doesn't take long for it to harden.
His thumb flicks over hers almost absently while he considers the options. He's so bad at making these decisions. Then again... since she's asking, this is his chance to show her just how good he is with his tongue.
"I choose this," he says, letting his hand wander down to her outer lips, stroking at them lightly before he begins to shift himself down. Then he pauses.
Max likes a lady who knows what she wants. Her push is all he needs to commit fully to the choice.
Face pressed between her thighs, he starts slow with testing, probing flicks of his tongue. He gently kisses her outer lips, just getting acquainted. His eyes are trained on her face the whole time, watching for her reactions as he moves in deeper, letting his tongue explore more boldly.
For now, he’s choosing places in and around where he suspects her clit to be, without going right for it. A little teasing never hurts. He is perfectly happy taking his time.
Chell stretches back to grab a pillow and prop herself up, the better to watch him. She shivers with pleasure as he starts to tease and explore -- runs her hand through his hair and signs again, Beautiful.
Her breathing gets deeper the more he teases. When he does brush her clit, by accident or intention, she inhales sharply and nods to let him know. Right there is good.
And if he continues to tease? She starts to squirm. Just a little, for now, biting her lip and shifting her hips towards his tongue, but very definitely squirming. Patience is hard! Not that teasing isn't great -- Max should be able to tell she's getting wetter the more he works around her -- it's just that patience is hard.
The hand in his hair doesn't push for him to go faster, yet. Sometimes her fingers flex against his scalp as if Chell is thinking about it, though.
Her reaction when he brushes her clit makes him smile and hum with satisfaction against her. Now that he's found the spot, it's damn tempting to go right for it. But he so loves to tease. Especially when it makes her squirm like that.
Heat flares low in his belly. Fuck, he could watch her do that all day. But the flexing of her fingers in his hair suggests he won't get away with it much longer. She won't have to insist too much before his tongue brushes that spot again, harder and with clear intent. He's waiting to hear her sharp intake of breath again, before he really starts in on it.
He gets what he's after. She can't moan, but she sucks in a breath and lets it out in a shuddering sigh. Now she's getting insistent, pulling him closer and moving her hips in fitful jerks.
Little trembles shake her thighs; her grip tightens on his hair. She isn't quite close yet -- give it a few more minutes -- but the feedback is clear and positive.
His hands slide to her thighs, spreading her wider and holding her while she trembles for him. With a reaction like that, how can he resist?
He drags his tongue over her again in long hard strokes, and moans with the pleasure of how good and wet she tastes. Her hips moving against him drives him wild. His lips latch onto her clit and he sucks it in, teasing his tongue over her as he lets out more low vibrating moans against her skin.
Minutes or hours, he's going to enjoy the taste of her until she reaches that climax. He's showing no signs of stopping.
Chell arches her back with a gasp as he redoubles his efforts. Fuck, that's good. You have to love somebody who enjoys his work.
Holding her legs is a good call. As she nears the edge of orgasm, her squirming gets more intense, and if it weren't for Max's hands on her, he'd be in danger of her hips thwacking him in the nose. As is, he probably has enough control -- or warning -- to keep up with her.
There's no question when she comes: her grip on his hair tightens towards the point of discomfort, she grabs the blankets with her other hand, and she grinds her clit into his mouth with another hoarse gasp. She may not be vocal, but her body shouts.
What she may lack in vocal ability, she more than makes up for in the way her body cries out to him. It's driving him wild how she can't seem to hold still. He applies due pressure to her legs to keep her grounded, enough that he can keep up with her movements and not get bonked (save that for a little later.)
When her climax hits, he lets out a throaty moan of his own. Oh, he really likes how she's tugging his hair. And how she practically fucks his mouth with her clit. Sweet baby jesus, that's hot.
"Da-yum, Chell, you're about to set my hair on fire." He fans himself the way she showed him. 'Hot.'
She lays back for a moment, but only to stretch luxuriously before sitting up and tracing a finger across his lips. Your mouth? Hot, she signs, then leans in to kiss him. Tasting herself evidently doesn't bother her.
Her mouth? Also hot. He would tell her that but his lips are too busy kissing her back. And his hands are once more roving over her as if he's seeking to memorize every curve.
They land, finally, on her breasts fondling them before going to the nipples, to tease and play. She's so goddamn sexy. He just can't get enough.
She shudders, arching her back, her breath gusting warmly against his lips. Her nipples are hard and pebbled under his fingers. God, that's nice.
The mutual appreciation circle shouldn't just live in their heads, though. Cupping one hand around the back of his neck -- she's aiming for above the brand, closer to his hairline -- she slides the other hand down his stomach to wrap around his cock. Just to squeeze and stroke a little while she kisses him, for now.
Luckily, now that she knows the history of his mark, he no longer has any fear or aversion to her touching it, even accidentally. He sighs with pleasure when her grip finds his neck. He does love that, and now he can enjoy it without hesitation.
He makes a different kind of noise when her hand wraps around his dick. A low rumbling groan that vibrates the air between their lips. His thumbs stroke over her hardened nipples in time with her stroking on his cock. If she speeds up, so does he. A perfect feedback loop.
Yes, absolutely, perfect. She breaks off the kiss, but rests her forehead against his, grinning as she speeds up her strokes a little.
This doesn't seem like a moment where she needs her hands to ask yes or more. Shifting closer, she starts to kiss along the line of Max's jaw and down the side of his throat. How worked up can she get him before they need to switch up?
The eager hitch of his hips might be all the answer she needs. But he adds a little purr of appreciation too. That feels very nice.
He answer it by catching her nipples between his thumb and forefingers and starting to pinch lightly.
His grip, however, is starting to falter the longer she kisses his neck. Until he's having trouble coordinating his hands and has to opt for just holding onto her as his head tips back, exposing more of his throat to her sweet torment.
"Oooh," he whines, "Chell, mmm!" His cock gives a mighty throb in her hand and his hips thrust forward involuntarily. "Oh, fuck."
Fuck that's hot. Chell can feel an answering throb between her legs, just hearing the noises makes, and the way he's losing coordination.
With some effort herself, she stills her hand on his cock and pulls back so she can sign with both hands.
More? she signs, and then makes a handjob gesture. Or -- she holds up her thumb and forefinger in a circle and inserts her other finger in and out rapidly.
His eyebrows go up and his mouth tugs into a sly sideways smile when she makes that second motion. She can probably already tell which one he wants. But he'll say it anyway.
"Oh, I really wanna fuck you, Chell. Do I need to get a condom first, or you good without?"
To the condom question, she shrugs and shakes her head. Prophylactics are a purely academic concept to her.
Now, as to positioning ... she steals a kiss from him, then puts her hands on his shoulders and gives him a gentle push, to encourage him to lie back. He remembers she likes riding, right?
Under different conditions, a shrug might have prompted Max to ask some follow-ups. But considering where they are, they don't really seem necessary. And Max is happy enough to go without.
He grins and falls back for her with only the slightest of pushes. Hell, yes, he remembers. And he was really hoping for this.
The short answer to the long story would be "Chell cannot remember ever being in a situation where she had to worry about STIs or pregnancy," so. Probably easiest to move on.
She grins down at him as she throws a leg over to straddle his stomach, and strikes a strongman pose, flexing a bicep. The business card did say he liked getting held down by strong people, right? He definitely outweighs her, but they can pretend.
I like pushing you around, she signs, using the sign for control, and pushing him on the chest for punctuation. You seem fun to bully.
Even if he doesn't know the signs, the smirk on her face speaks volumes. So does the way she shifts position and reaches between her legs, to guide his cock to her entrance and slowly start to sink down.
As nonchalant as she was when she first saw the size of him, it's a little different to actually get intimate with his dick like this. Chell braces her hands on his chest, biting her lip, and rocks her hips until she finally settles down fully.
Taking a second to breathe, she leans down to kiss Max, her eyes dark but sparkling. Thumbs up still?
He's taking a moment to breathe too, because she is amazingly tight around him. Every little move causes the most delicious friction. He might get worked up a little too quickly.
Once she breaks away from that kiss, he flashes a thumbs up. And then he signs more very enthusiastically.
After that, his hands settle on her hips, to hold them while she rides, and to give her a little extra assistance if she needs it.
That little moment of stillness is nice; it feels good just to be close for a second.
And it feels great to see that enthusiastic more. Smiling, Chell signs back Yes! and gets to work. Slow at first, pulling her hips back and then pushing down, and speeding up when she gets comfortable.
Fuck that's good. Her head drops forward, her hair falling around her face and her mouth open to take pleased, panting breaths. There's a particular shudder in her breathing sometimes, a silent version of a groan.
Max's dark eyes are fixed on her face, watching her intensely as she rides him. Each one of those shudders sends a new bolt of heat through him. While listening to his partner cry out is a definite turn-on, he finds he doesn't miss it from her. Those silent groans are just as hot.
Speaking of hot, he's starting to feel it boiling over low in his belly. Pleasure coils tight within him, the tension building.
"Chell," he warns, "you keep that up, I'm going to pop off."
She's not quite as close as he is when he speaks up, though she's definitely enjoying herself. She slows down, catching a few breaths, and nods. Okay, okay, that's fine. Let her think how to communicate for a second--
Okay. She reaches for one of his hands and guides it between her legs to her clit. That should be pretty clear, right?
As she starts to roll her hips again, getting back into a rhythm, she meets his eyes and nods. Yes -- more, beautiful, more.
He lets out a sigh that sounds both relieved and disappointed at once. Ultimately, he's glad she showed some mercy on him, that way he can last longer for her.
When she reaches to guide his hand, he smiles. He's on the same page with her almost immediately. His fingers find her clit and begin to work, even before she's started to roll her hips once more
"You're beautiful," he says, following that with a low lusty groan.
Oh, fuck. Chell shudders, thrusting faster, and her nails scrape across Max's chest. God, that's good, and he's hot and hard inside her, and the sounds he makes when he's turned on--
It takes less time than she would have thought for her to get close. Panting, she leans down and kisses him, grabbing his hair with one hand, her breasts against his chest, and grinds hard against his fingers.
And a minute later -- there. When she comes, her breath stutters out against Max's lips and her grip on his hair tightens spasmodically.
She thinks he's hot? She's the one setting his body on fire with those motions. He moans wantonly into her kiss, the volume increasing the more she pulls his hair and grinds against him.
"Oh!" He's gasping as he feels her reaching her crest, her stuttering breath, and spasming hands let him know she's there, and that's all it takes to drag him right along with her.
An earth-shattering cry rings out as he bucks wildly against her, his pulsing cock shooting hot seed with every thrust.
"Oh, Chell," he whimpers, finally sagging back. "Fuck that was good."
Panting, Chell flops down on top of him, going happily limp. She'll get off him in a second; she wants to enjoy the aftershocks first, nuzzling his jaw.
After a minute, she lifts herself up and rolls off to the side to stretch luxuriously. Hot, she signs, grinning over at Max. Thumbs up, yes, 👌
Max is in no hurry to have her move. He craves this closeness just as much as the sex itself. His arms will wrap around her loosely. He'll return her nuzzle with one of his own.
When she signs that to him he laughs. "I know you are, but what am I?" Oh yes. 11/10 would bang again.
For now, however, he will be content to cuddle up with her as long as she will tolerate. Enjoying the post-coital bliss. Then maybe they can think about actually having breakfast.
"That makes it even better. No wonder it suits you so well."
He gave her a lopsided smile and a wink. "Now, to be fair, just about anything can go good with a red wine." Which he was tempted to go get a bottle of now, but better not.
"Nuts it is."
He grabbed the butter had had already set to warm started it in his stand mixer, slowly adding sugar in to let it cream together. While that worked, he combined the dry ingredients. All of this he measured from memory.
He moved around the kitchen with such ease, he probably could navigate it with his eyes closed. Someone should really get him out of here more often.
The fact that you're turning red as a tomato right now, for one thing. And there are... other clues.
[It's almost like that shiver from Whyborne keeps going and travels into Max and down his spine too.]
You can wear them with your hands behind or in front of you, or over your head. You can be tied to the bed with them, too, to make sure you can't escape while being... ravished.
[Max has cupped his whole hand around Whyborne's cheek now and he's leaning in, but not enough that he won't be able to check the man's face to see how he's reacting to those suggestions.]
[Whyborne's pupils are blown, his breath coming a little faster - if his body language is anything to go by, the thought of being ravished is certainly something he's interested in.]
You - you can show me. If you want.
[He dares a glance upwards, tongue running over his lips. Hopefully it is what Max wants, because he'd like it very much. It's been hard having to function while thinking about the way he kisses.]
[Max is reading those signal loud and clear. Time to give Whyborne an early birthday present to remember.]
I really want to show you.
[With the man running his tongue across his lips like that, they're just too tempting for Max to resist. He leans in and presses a fiery kiss to the Whyborne's lips.]
[Whyborne kisses back without much hesitance this time - they've practiced this, he's more comfortable now. His hands slide up Max's broad chest to his shoulders, enjoying his muscles while he can since it seems like he might lose that chance when those cuffs go round his wrists.]
[Whyborne seems more confident this time, and that spurs Max on to be a little bolder. His tongue darts in to explore and tangle with Whyborne's, while he sighs with pleasure at the feel of the man's hands on his chest.
He'll give Whyborne just a little more time to explore before putting hands to his waist and starting to back him up to the bed. All these beds have convenient gaps in the headboards that are just perfect for running cuff through like this... He's sure that's no coincidence.]
[The skilful application of Max's tongue draws a soft moan out of Whyborne, his hands pressing more firmly against him. It's enough to distract him from his usual self-consciousness for once, fingers tracing the contours of his chest with something approaching confidence.
He lets himself be pushed, though he has to glance backwards to make sure he doesn't trip over his own feet or anything else before he reaches the edge of the mattress.
At the order he flushes a bit, then begins taking it off, his fingers struggling to be nimble with so much going on. His waistcoat has to go first, and then the shirt follows, though he fumbles with the cuff buttons. He hesitates before taking it all the way off, his shoulders hunched slightly.]
Promise you won't laugh at me.
[He's not... strong, he knows that. He doesn't have muscles like Max. He's skinny and awkward and ugly and he knows it perfectly well.]
[Max knows, even if he's pretending not to. He makes a show of looking Whyborne up and down slowly, and with a purposefully lascivious heat.
He wants Whyborne to know beyond a doubt that he likes what he sees, so he leans in to kiss the newly revealed flesh at his collarbone, before looking back up to meet his eyes and say:]
All I see is a sweet, beautiful man in front of me. Nothing to laugh at here.
[Whyborne can't help blushing at the expression in Max's eyes but it does at least give him confidence to slide out of the shirt. He doesn't look down, not wanting to see himself, but he can watch Max.
He drops the shirt to the side and smiles nervously.]
Take your shoes off for me and lay down on the bed.
[He reaches for the cuffs and makes sure they are open and ready.]
Get right up to the headboard for me. I want to cuff you to it. And, Whyborne, this part is important: if you want out of them at any time for any reason, or if you want me to stop, say red light. Understand?
[Fumbling with the laces is even worse than fumbling with his cuffs, but he manages to get them kicked off and he lies down obediently, having to squirm a bit to get up as close to the headboard as he needs to.
He smiles nervously at Max and nods in answer to his question.]
Ah.. yes. I'll say it if I need to.
[It's an odd thing to say, but all right. He can remember that.]
[Whyborne's stomach is doing flips with the way Max moves, but he reaches up and lifts his arms over his head, gripping onto a convenient piece of carving for a lack of anything better to do with his hands.]
Like this?
[He wets his lips with his tongue, his mouth feeling dry and his throat croaky. He had no idea it was possible to want anything this much but he wants - no, he needs Max to be touching him soon.]
[Max still moves with a kind of calculated grace, even as he's threading the link of the cuffs through the gap in the bed. He closes Whyborne's wrists into them and checks that they're holding.
[The cuffs are soft but secure around his wrists. He tugs on the chain - they definitely aren't coming off. He feels a pulse of anxiety and the thought enters his head that this could all be a joke, Max making fun of him.]
It feels... um, tight. You're, ah, not going to leave me here like this, are you?
[He doesn't really believe Max would. His mind just seems to pick up on the worst ideas and run with them.}
"What? N-No. I apologize, I just -" ugh. She finally just points to the wall with the hand not covering her mouth.
Remember that glow in the dark dildo she got? Well it's stuck on the wall about five feet up.
"I cannot get it off..." She admits, so embarrassed her voice cracks. "I did not know it would stick so well. I have never seen anything like that before."
He looks at the wall. Oh. Oh no. A snicker bursts out of him before he frantically covers his mouth to stifle it. But, fuck. He can't stop. It's so funny. The dildo is stuck to the wall just hanging there. Just hanging there.
"L-Lioriley," his whole body shakes with the effort not to laugh, "how did it get up so high?"
"I just--" she makes a motion with her hand. Given her height, it looks like she just kind of reached up a little above her head and placed it. "I did not know it was so sturdy? I cannot get it down!" She craves death!! "Please, Max, i cannot have that up there..."
"Okay," he wheezes, "Okay. I'll get it down. Just, you know, for next time try to place it more at your uh... comfort level."
He walks over and takes the dildo firmly in hand. At his stature, it's really no trouble at all for him to apply a little pressure and -Pop! Off it comes.
"That was on there pretty solidly. The fae don't mess around with quality, do they?"
God he is so lucky she isn't a violent woman because comments like that would make her want to kick his ass. Instead she just stares at him, mortified.
"Mmnf." Comes her muttered, incoherent reply. "Thank you. How did you do that?" Was it pure strength? If so, she was fucked.
She reluctantly takes it, holding it in her hands as she speaks with him. Definitely not awkward at all.
"Worry not, I shall not be attempting anything like that again." Said as she moves to tuck the dildo back in the basket and kick it under her bed. Good riddance. She looks back at Max. "...I apologize for disturbing you so suddenly."
"Oh?" She turns to face him properly, arms folding over her chest - not in aggression, just for lack of anything better to do with them. "How kind of them. Are they similar to what you wear now?"
"Well, I had to pay for it in favor so I'm not sure if kind is the right word." He shrugs.
"Yes. It's all my various suits and dress clothes, and some more of my workout attire. I could probably wear a different outfit every day for the next three months now and never repeat a thing."
“It’s fine.” He shrugs. No, she’s not wrong at all.
“The way I act, we all know it’s just a fact. I’d be careful not to say that to someone else, though.” Not everyone is as comfortable being called out, after all.
“And, thank you. Some people tease me for being so dressed up all the time, you know. But it’s just a habit now.”
She smiles, head tilting slightly. "People tease you for that? I think you look quite... dignified. Elegant. Handsome." Oh, don't let her keep going. Or do? Up to you.
"Thank you," his cheeks are a touch rosy at the praise. "Really, I'm glad you appreciate it. It's just that Lucas and Michael and even Rowan, they all wear jeans and here I am dressed like I'm still at work. But I can't seem to shake the habit."
"'Tis not a terrible habit, though you will want to be careful - dress as if you are working, and you may act accordingly, even in your down time." She says, glancing to the pile of fancy dresses off to one side. "Though I am guilty of doing the same, I suppose."
"Guess you're right. Not skinny jeans though, like Rowan wears. I'd blow the ass out of them the first time I bend over." He pictures it and laughs. "I don't think anyone wants to see me embarrass myself like that."
She giggles, a hand raised to her lips in hopes of stifling it. She does not succeed.
"Certainly not. Perhaps we can go shopping together and try something new, hm? I will even find something unlike what I normally wear so you are not alone."
What's there to talk about? I got drugged by a flower that made me lose control and you maintained yours, stopping me. As you should have. I apologized. That's it.
Being the way I am used to be my self-preservation. How I used to survive. Now I'm here. And I said NO to you. Do you have any idea how hard that was? For me.
Yeah, I do. And the fact that you did was a good thing. But self-preservation means caring about yourself, not putting your head in the lion's mouth. It means having a fight or flight instinct. And I don't think you have that.
You're taking it too literal. Fighting isn't always physical and flight isn't always running. It's defending yourself or extracting yourself from the situation. Your instinct is to cower and accept what's happening.
I'm not condemning the things you've had to do back home to survive. I don't know what you've had to do there that have shaped you into who you are. Just like you don't know what made me into who I am. But that lack of self-preservation here has somehow made a woman that is rather nice and warm, someone who has the inordinate patience of a leader that tries to do good, put you on a stabbing list if what you say is true.
My instinct to fight back was how a vampire died. And now I am what I am thanks to them. You make it sound like it's so easy to stop being that because I'm here now. I don't have the control you have.
But if you want to know what happened with Lexa, you can ask her yourself. You respect her more than me.
I'm concerned that you're not aware of how you're interacting with others. That you can't read the subtle signs when you're about to walk into a hornet's nest because you legit don't care if you get stung.
[ Almost immediately after the incident with Quentin, Astarion swallows both fear and proud, finds his tome and pens a brief message to Max in formal, flowing script. ]
I was wrong. I need your help, if the offer stands.
[Max is gathering up a few things and then is immediately on his way to Winter wing. His handwriting will be a lot less precise on the following replies because he's walking and writing.]
[ Astarion was standing at his desk, hands gripping the back rung of the chair. The door's not locked. He doesn't even remember closing it, if he's honest. He sort of...ran in. In a panic. ]
Will you... [ He hesitated, lower lip rolling between his teeth. ] Will you make sure he's all right?
And. I...this is bloody humiliating to have to ask. [ Astarion doesn't do well with embarrassment. Or vulnerability. Give in a second, Max, this is incredibly hard for him. ] You've been fed from, you know...I don't want to kill anyone. Can you--help me learn control.
[That's a no brainer. He'd half made up his mind to do so regardless.
The next part is just as expected. Max nods and finally closes the distance between them. He can tell this is a hard thing for Astarion to admit to, so he keeps his expression neutral, no hint of judgment or reproach.]
Yes. I've been fed on hundreds of times. I'm confident I can coach you through it. I'll need to know a few things first. Almost every vampire I've encountered here is slightly different. Can we sit?
[Max motions to the bed.]
First, I need to know if your bite has any venom to it? I'm assuming you won't turn into a vampire just from a bite alone. But, will it affect my mental state at all?
[ At least, Max can sit, and Astarion gestures for him to do so. He's going to need another moment or two, to let the tension seep out of his limbs, before he can do the same. ]
It was a very long time ago that I was bitten, and I was half-dead already, so I can barely remember what it felt like. I remember it hurt, and then it was...pleasant. Numbing. Almost relaxing. And then, of course, I died, but let's avoid that, please.
[ He inhales deeply through his nose, exhales slowly, and finally manages to perch on the edge of the bed. ] No, you won't--I can't make another like me. Only a true vampire can do that. [ Not a spawn, like himself. ]
[He sits and listens with his finger raised to his chin pensively.]
Okay. I'm glad to hear there's no danger of you turning anyone. I'm sure you wouldn't want to.
[A little flash of sadness crosses his countenance at that description of how Astarion had died. He's sorry he has to bring up what are obviously bad memories.]
So, it sounds like you fall a little bit between the two extremes. I've encountered vampires that have, for lack of a better word, orgasmic bites. That's hard to fight off. Then, my master's bite has no effect at all. It hurts, and that's it. So, have no fear about that. I'm more than used to it.
With you, I think I'll be okay. Even if your bite starts to relax me, I think I can keep my head enough to tell you to back off if you're going too far.
I'm not going to let you suck me dry. But, you probably are physically stronger than me. Is there some physical weakness you have that can deter you if I need to use it? For instance, if my master ever seemed like he was getting lost in the moment, all I'd have to do is threaten to poke out an eye and he'd snap out of it immediately.
[Max's tone through all of this is very cool, very academic. He's hoping that treating it this way will help ease some of the poor vampire spawn's anxiety. In Max's world this is normal, everyday, business.]
[ Astarion manages a soft sound of amusement, at least--would that such threats would have worked on his old master. Would that he could have made them. ]
Ah...do you have any holy water nearby? Or a holy symbol?
Truly, I think if you asked, or gave me a bit of a shove, I'd stop. I did stop before, when Quentin started to--to struggle.
Mm. No. I'm not sure it's even possible to get holy water here.
[Certainly not in THAT church.]
And I parted ways with religion a long time ago. But, if telling you to back off is enough then that works for me.
[Max can almost hear the panic coming back at the mention of Quentin.]
It's going to be fine. He'll be fine. Quentin's a tough guy.
Okay, here's how we'll do this. I'll have you use my arm so I can be in more control. Drink until I tell you to stop. I'll pay attention to when I feel like you've reached the safe limit, and you try to remember how much that feels like?
It's not an exact science, but at least we can let you get more of a feel for how to do it gently. Just try to go slow.
[ It's probably awful of him to feel so relieved to hear that. It is a surprise to hear someone declare they "parted ways" with religion. Of course, where he comes from, the fate of the Faithless is worse than death. ]
All right...
[ He took Max's arm with a light, delicate touch, holding it with cool careful fingers, the pad of his thumb running along the flesh to feel the pulse beneath before he found the best place to set his teeth. When he bit down, he tried use just enough pressure to pierce the skin and no more...when the blood flooded his mouth it was impossible to keep from moaning. Even though he wasn't hungry, after 200 years of an anemic existence, sucking what little sustenance he could get from dead rats, it was just...so delicious. His eyelids flickered, eyes rolling back a bit, but he remembered to pull slowly--to sip like a fine wine, not gorge himself on it, as was his instinct. ]
[Max works to keep his breathing steady. But the moment Astarion lowers fangs to his wrist, his pulse kicks up a few beats. It’s not fear if the flush in Max’s skin is any indication.
A soft exhalation is all the reaction Max has to the pain of the puncture. Even that doesn't sound entirely pained. The sensation of cold is new and interesting, he has to admit. It would be fun to simply let the numbing peaceful calm that follows take him over. But he quickly shakes his head to shake that idea way. He needs to be paying attention to Astarion.
The vampire spawn is doing a pretty good job, Max thinks with a note of pride. He's obviously enjoying this new pleasure of blood, and Max can't fault him, but so far he has stayed steady. Max will let him go just a little longer until the telltale lightheadedness starts. Now, the real test.]
[ It is easier this time to pull away, likely because he's not ravenous and weak. Even so, he runs his tongue over the marks his fangs left behind, to make sure he gets every available drop before the wounds seal, and his hands are trembling faintly as he wipes at the corners of his lips and sucks the stray smears of blood from his fingertips. Gods, it's almost, almost like being alive again. He's warm. He didn't get the chance to notice it before, but he can feel it now. How remarkable.
After a moment of...collecting himself, his dark red gaze turns to regard Max, teeth still stained slightly red as he smiles slowly. ]
Well...you haven't crumpled to the ground. That must be a good sign.
[Max just manages not to moan aloud at the obscene feeling of Astarion lapping his wound. But he can't hide another heated shudder.
Thankfully, Max has gotten better practiced with holding himself back from acting on the kinds of urges that come along with feedings. But his eyes are still half-lidded, and darkened with lust. Astarion's smile doesn't help anything.]
Yes. And you hardly hesitated pulling away. Also a good sign. How did that feel?
Much easier, this time. Less...desperate. I feel so warm.
[ He flexes his fingers, staring down at his hand in awe, Max's arm still cradled in a delicate hold being slowly lowered to his lap. Not in a salacious sense. Just laying it across his thighs. After a moment, he lifted one hand and laid it against the side of Max's neck, so he could feel how much warmer it was. ]
[It's no surprise to Max that Astarion's hand is warmer against his neck. His own master can remain warm for close to an hour after a good feeding. But it always fades, eventually.]
I--suppose I must have, after Quentin, but I didn't...there were more pressing matters. The blood of animals...it satisfies, but it doesn't make me feel, almost as though I were alive again.
[ His fingers flex and play almost absently, toying with the hair at the nape of Max's neck. ]
My former master. He...required a meal, every few weeks, but when he fed, he took all there was. [ Gods but it's humiliating, lowering, utterly pathetic to understand so little about his own nature. That Cazador kept him so ignorant, so weak, so starved. ] I'm not sure how many small feedings it will take to keep from becoming a danger again.
[If Astarion continues to toy with that area at the nape of Max's neck, he will no doubt brush up against his mark. Max's skin bears a raised brand in a perfect circle with his Master's coat of arms burned in the center. A griffin on one side and a shield crossed with a sword on the other.]
That's... not great.
[He does his best to put aside the knowledge of how many lives that adds up to. How many poor souls died in his master's jaws? That's not Astarion's fault. That's on his master.]
It's extremely hard to judge. In my world, the older a vampire gets, the less blood they need. I have no idea if that's true for you.
For you I just... I don't know. It's really not safe to do big feedings on the same human more than every three months. My master is old. Very old. So, he'd take a very small amount from me on a weekly basis... and even that had to be carefully managed with iron supplements, diet, and exercise. The first day after I'd usually have to spend sleeping.
Now, here, I have that special regeneration boon I asked the fae for so I could do feedings more frequently. But still I... I'm worried my master here isn't going to be happy if I'm double-ing up too much.
[He taps a finger to his lips, thoughtfully.]
There are creatures in the woods. Deer and other big game. And there are the brothels too. I've heard they will let you pay for a meal. I'm not saying I don't want to help, just that if you require a lot then you're going to have to plan on varying your sources.
[ Considering the large seal that marred his own back--and how it got there--even if Astarion's fingers did find it, he wouldn't think that much of it, or remark upon it. He would simply assume Max's master was as sadistic as his own.
Clearly there were too many factors to know for certain. Astarion was 200 years old, but what did that even mean in terms of undeath? Was it different for him, being a vampire spawn--and having his little passenger sleeping dormant in his head, allowing him to walk in sunlight and cross any threshold he liked without the need for invitation?
He sighed. He had quite a learning curve ahead of him, didn't he. Perhaps the game in the woods, coupled with a few sips of kith blood, would suffice HANG ON HOL' UP-- ]
...Wait. I'm sorry, your master here? [ Explain, Max, cause he is confusion. ]
Sorry, that came out wrong. I don't mean like... not the same guy.
It's someone I also feed here. Obviously. Honestly, they aren't very open about it so I'd appreciate if you keep that to yourself. I promise you, though. I'm in no way being forced.
[ Good news, Max, you don't have to worry about Astarion's hand straying near your mark any longer, because he is quite pointedly taking his hand back. The very thought of...willingly shackling oneself to another Master. It turns his stomach. ]
Well. You can be assured I have no desire at all to cross another vampire.
[Isn't it though? Maybe at the start... Max was so desperate for his world to make sense again when he threw himself at Jackie practically strong-arming the vampire into adopting him. But Jackie has helped him! At his Master, Jackie teaches Max to be better at consent, not worse. Their advice and support has been invaluable. It's not the same at all.]
But... yeah. They don't really want anyone to know their deal. So. Please don't tell anyone about this.
Oh, it isn't? It certainly sounded as though you fretted over earning their displeasure. The leash may be prettier, but it can still choke the life from you the moment the one holding it wishes to pull it.
[ He shook his head firmly and pushed off of the bed, putting a few steps of distance between himself and Max. Mostly out of fear. He'd have never asked for his help if he'd known he was risking the ire of a vampire he called Master. ]
As I said. I've no desire whatsoever to cross another vampire. If there's risk of that, then please, leave.
[ It's unlikely that Astarion would understand, even if he made the attempt. He's also not angry. He's genuinely scared. Slightly disgusted. But the primary emotion that his face displays is fear. ]
I'd ask you not to speak of me to them, but I've a feeling you wouldn't have a choice.
[ He! Hates! Ev-ry-thing a-bout this! The fact that Max feels he has to say something at all is mmmmmm bad sign mashing x to doubt!! Doesn't like that Max is risking punishment on his behalf! Doesn't like that another vampire might be angry at him for biting their pet human!
But you know. Apparently this is Max's choice (press x to doubt). Astarion swallows hard and nods. ]
Very well. I'll...take your word for it. [ Not like he has a choice at this point. ] I...pray you know what you are doing, Max.
[Astarion is valid. His concerns are all very well founded. Poor guy. ...Welcome to the hell of knowing Max.]
I'll get it worked out. You'll see. Everything will be fine. And, maybe... if they want to meet you, they can give you some advice too? I mean, they might know better how to teach you?
[ Maybe that's hypocritical of him. To reject the notion of meeting one of his own kind. It's just that they're NOT his own kind. He's a spawn. He's a lesser. He's an escaped slave. And he doesn't intend to put himself in the sights of another vampire that apparently likes to keep slaves. ]
I don't want the kind of trouble that would bring. I'll figure it out, for myself.
10am. There's a knock on Max's door. It's Dimitri and he looks like he's been crying despite valiant attempts to hide it - his eyes are puffy and red, his usual eyepatch set atop his head because it's pointless to wear one when the tears will not stop; a massive scar where the eye should be.
Max opens the door and gasps when he sees Dimitri there looking like that. The scar is taken in with just a glance, but then Max focuses right back on his good eye, which is puffy and red.
"You did not-" he chokes despite himself, the lump in his throat so prominent it hurts. His brows furrow, a silent curse uttered to get himself together. "You did not have to that...for me." What had he done to deserve it?
He wants to ask as much, but he is not a man who is good with words - he's good with action, and he takes it now as he lurches forward and wraps his arms around Max, hugging him tight to his chest and burying his face in his shoulder. "Thank you. I did not think you would truly ask the fae for my senses back..."
Max stands there still with a mixture of concern now laced with confusion. Dimitri is trying to spit it out, Max doesn't want to interrupt. And then, finally, it clicks.
"Oh!" Max slings his arms around Dimitri, hugging him back just as tight. "You got it back! I'm so glad she actually did it!"
As for Dimitri's disbelieve, Max just laughs and ruffles the man's hair. "I said I would, didn't I?"
Dimitri clings tight, fingers gripping just a little too hard into the fabric of his shirt, threatening to tear it. His shoulders shake, another choked noise muffled against the other man's neck.
"I do not deserve such kindness." He muttered. Max knew what he had done, and yet he still chose to help him. It was such an overwhelming feeling - someone caring so deeply, so willing to give up what they had earned for him. And don't even get him started on how amazing it was to actually taste those honey cakes again, like a sweet nostalgia that only made his tears fall harder and faster.
Max can feel the fabric creaking, and he marvels at Dimitri's strength again. He half thought he imagined it at the bar. It the shirt ends up damaged, Max doesn't much care, because this moment is so worth it.
"You didn't need to deserve it. I was happy to do it. Dimitri, seeing you happy is all I could ask for. I'm so happy for you."
Max pats his back lightly. "Why don't you come inside? I've got some stuff I'm dying to have you try now."
He slowly gathers himself, so tempted to argue but willing himself not to. Why was he so happy to do it? How was this man so - so good, and how had he come to be so fond of Dimitri in such a short time? It was all so fucking baffling.
"Yes - I apologize, I..." Yeah. He slowly leans back, wiping the tears from his eyes with the heel of his palm. Goddess, he was a fucking mess. He nods, stepping in after Max like a lost puppy; following close. "Those cakes - did you request them as well?"
He takes it, dabbing at his eyes and assuring they're dry before he fixes the patch back over the scarred one. He politely folds the handkerchief afterwards so he can set it down...somewhere, or just let Max take it back.
"I thought it might be some kind of trick at first." Because he was paranoid, and he wouldn't be surprised. "but when I tasted it...it was just like I remembered, as if the tray had come from the castle kitchens in my home in Faerghus, as if my step mother was there."
Max sees him looking for a place to set the cloth and takes it from him, tucking it back away in a pocket.
"I'm so glad. I knew I wouldn't be able to reproduce it as well as the fae could. But now that you've tasted it again more recently, you'll be able to help me get it right, won't you?"
He folds his arms afterward, for lack of anything better to do with them currently.
"I am not a baker by any means, but if you simply mean taste testing, I would be more than happy to." He says, shifting on his heels a bit awkwardly. "But I am going to have to insist you allow me to repay you with more than just that."
"Yeah, taste test. That's what I mean. And you can keep me company in the kitchen too." He winks.
But, oh dear. What is he supposed to say to that? Max knows what the dirty side of him wants, but he absolutely did not do this just to get a 'thank you' fuck. That would be wrong.
"Well... how about a thank you kiss from a handsome king? Hm?" This isn't the same thing. It's just a kiss. Like, on the cheek. "That would be thanks enough."
Dimitri's head cocks quizzically, observing Max for a moment as if trying to determine the sincerity in the request. Given their last interaction, he shouldn't be surprised, and yet his cheeks still alight with color. "That is all?" He certainly didn't think a kiss would be sufficient payment for getting his sense of taste back, but maybe...
He steps forward, a scarred, calloused hand cupping Max's cheek, thumbing under his eye with surprising gentleness (though that probably wouldn't last very long) as he leaned in and pressed his lips to the other man's.
Max swallow hard when the man draws closer. Whatever he was about to say dries up in the back of his throat as Dimitri strokes a thumb tenderly over his cheek. His lips part eagerly to accept that kiss. He presses in, seeking to deepen it, to taste Dimitri's tongue with his own. Will the sweetness of the cakes be lingering there still?
Oh, it definitely is. Dimitri ate about four of them before he left - the first one, he thought, had to be a figment of his imagination; some conjured memory that allowed him the briefest chance to taste again. But then he ate another, and it he tasted it just the same, sweet and familiar; warm, like home before everything went to shit. And it just went from there until he got up and headed to Max to thank him.
In turn he plans to taste Max just the same; his tongue delving from his mouth and into the other man's so he can really appreciate whatever he has to offer. An odd - but not unpleasant - mix of sweetness and...bitterness? He will have to probe a little more, excuse him. His arm loops around Max's waist, palm flat against the small of his back to press their chests together.
Max smiles when he tastes the remnants of the cakes on Dimitri's tongue. He can imagine to himself the man trying one after the next, barely believing it's true. Max feels a little bad that he'd made the man cry, but tears of joy, he assumes.
Right now, though, it's Dimitri making Max's eyes water from the intensity of his kiss. The arm around his waist pulls him in close and he's like putty in Dimitri's strong, strong arms. His mouth opens eagerly to that kiss, letting the grateful king have full reign to explore as deep as he wishes.
The kiss lasts for a few seconds longer; Dimitri's tongue eagerly tasting all he can before he pulls back, breathless and red-faced. The hand on Max's back curls slightly, gripping at whatever fabric covers him to keep him pressed to the king's chest.
"Is that sufficient enough for repayment?" He asks, his voice low, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. "Or do you require more of me?"
Max is breathless when the kiss finally breaks. His cheeks are bursting red and the rest of him is just as heated. His hands wrap around Dimitri's waist more out of a need for support than anything, because his legs feel like wet noodles. Fuck, he can't handle how hot it is to hear Dimitri's voice dip low like that.
"More than sufficient," he pants, "but... mmm, I really want more."
"I had thought you might. A simple kiss seemed an insufficient payment for the return of my senses." He laughed, lips brushing against Max's with each syllable. Max should have no fear of falling - Dimitri's holding him tight, and even as he pushes the other man back toward the nearest sturdy surface, he all but carries him along the way, holding him by the waist.
The king is only slightly hesitant. He's more experienced now than when they first met, but he still worries he might fuck something up or hurt the other man despite that. So he is careful - as careful as a beast if a man like him can be - as he leans in to trail kisses along Max's neck, not knowing how sensitive it is. Once he's got him pushed back against whatever he hit, he wedges a muscular thigh between Max's, pushing them apart so he can rub against his crotch. "What is it you want? I owe you quite a bit - so anything you request, I can surely manage."
"How do you know it wasn't just because, selfishly, I couldn't stand someone not being able to taste my cooking?" He says it teasingly. Obviously, that's not the real reason. Or, not the only one.
Max is trying to play it cool, right up until Dimitri's kisses begin to trail down his neck. He can't pretend anything with that, it sets fire to his skin.
"Oh, fuck yes."
His hands grip Dimitri harder, to hold himself up. But that proves not to be necessary at all. Dimitri is so strong! Lifting Max and carrying him like he's made of paper. They hit the kitchen wall and Max groans from pure unadulterated lust. He can barely stand how hard his cock is now. When Dimitri parts his legs with a thigh, Max grinds himself eagerly against it, desperate for relief.
"God," Max gasps. Words are hard when he'd this turned-on, "fuck me right here against the wall. Oh, please!"
"I have a strong feeling that is not the case." He saw the look in Max's eyes when he offered, the sincerity in wanting to see someone happy, in wanting to see him happy despite not knowing Dimitri at all. And even if the gesture was selfish to a degree, it was still something Dimitri felt he needed to pay back.
And so he would via obliging in Max's request. A request that did not surprise him and yet still caused his cheeks to light with a rosy hue, and a heat coil in his belly. He pushed his leg forward, making sure Max could grind as much as he wanted against the corded thigh, all the while kisses along the curve of his neck.
"As you wish." He murmurs, lapping his tongue along the column of Max's neck. He tugs on whatever clothing covers his upper half now, trying his best not to just rip it off with his strength - but making no promises that he won't either.
"I'm having some strong feelings too," Max groans. He's expressing them with his hips, undulating against Dimitri's strong thigh. But it's not enough. his body cries out for more.
Needy moans rumble in his chest at the delicious sensation if the man's tongue along his neck. He's too desperate to care if this shirt gets ruined. While Dimitri takes care of that, he moves shaking hands to his belt, unbuckling it and then undoing the fly of his trousers. He'll let everything fall around his ankles, and kick them away, along with his shoes.
"Lube, in the kitchen drawer," he pants, motioning to a nearby drawer under the counter. He wants to waste no time, but he's also seen what Dimitri is packing. He's going to need it.
A series of pop, pop, pop's echo in the room as the buttons of Max's shirt clatter to the kitchen floor when Dimitri tugs just a little too harder in his eagerness to get the other man's clothes off. "Ah- Sorry." comes his muttered apology, and he hopes that when he pushes the shirt open entirely and splays his fingers across the other man's chest; calloused fingers brushing his nipple, that Max will forgive him.
"Of course." he has a hand free, so he will use it to yank the drawer open and fumble around for the bottle of lube. He retracts his leg so Max can get his pants off, none too worried about his own for the time being as he grasps the bottle finally and pulls it out of the drawer.
Max's room is going to be a fucking mess once this disasters done.
The only thing going through Max's mind right now as the buttons go bouncing away is how fucking hot that was. He doesn't look sorry at all as he pushes his chest against Dimitri's callused hand, wanting more.
Dimly, Max is aware of the sound of the drawer almost meeting an unfortunate fate. Nothing sounds like it broke, so he's not too concerned. No, the only thing he wants to concern himself with is Dimitri's cock. Hurry up with that lube!
"I need you," he whines impatiently, pressing his naked erection against Dimitri's thigh once more. "Please!
Dimitri grunts out a reply as he shifts his weight against the other man, keeping him pinned to the wall while his hands work to get the bottle of lube open. Once he has it, he liberally slathers his fingers with it, pulls his leg back, and replaces it with his hand. He dips under Max's thighs, pressing a lubed finger into him and working as diligently and quickly as he can to help prepare him.
His other hand slides up along Max's front, cupping the curve of his neck as he leans in and kisses the other side - trying to rouse more cries of pleasure from him as he had earlier. "Patience, Max. I need you to be ready for me." He breathes hotly between kisses.
"Hnnn," Max whines so deep in his throat Dimitri will feel the vibrations of it against his hand. Those kisses are sending him into the clouds.
He grinds himself against Dimitri's fingers now, encouraging him to probe deep. He's already plenty relaxed and open, a little more lube and he will be as ready as can be.
"I want you now," Max begs. So much for patience. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please!"
So much for patience indeed. Max's insistent begging sends surges of heat right to Dimitri's core, his reply this time more a growl than a grunt as he bites his teeth down into Max's neck - not enough to bruise, but enough to leave a lingering red mark for at least a few minutes. His fingers work him quickly, coating him with lube before they finally pull back.
The hand on Max's neck trails down, thumb against his pulse for a split second before vanishing entirely. He needs both hands to grab the lube again so he can quickly slather it across his own dick.
It's sloppy, there's splashes of lube on both their thighs but whatever. Its done, and as soon as he can he hooks his hands under Max's ass; simultaneously spreading him a bit and lifting him off the ground as the head of his cock presses to his entrance.
"You are awfully demanding." He muses, the words rumbling in his throat just as the head of hair cock slips in. Even that tiny bit of warmth is enough to overwhelm him, the next words he speaks ending up as nothing more than an animalistic growl against Max's neck. He was never good with words anyway.
Dimitri tries to ease in slow, letting his girthy cock fill him inch by agonizingly slow inch until he's hilted in him fully. His breath comes hard, body pressed to Max's to keep him held against the wall, the hands under his thighs squeezing so hard he will likely leave him bruised.
"I know what I want and I'm not shy about asking for it." Max starts to laugh but it turns into an obscene moan when he feels Dimitri's tip penetrating him.
"Oh! Yes, yes, yes," he hisses. Max might be wordy enough for the both of them. Though now he'd devolved into wordless noises of pleasure.
He rocks against Dimitri, encouraging the man to give him more of that fat cock. It's stretching him wide, filling him all the way, and grinding against his fun button hard enough to have him seeing stars already.
"G-good," Max assures him with a shaky breath. "It's so good." Even the bruising grip on his thighs is good. Mixing pleasure with pain in a way that has him burning with lust. "Fuck, you're so big. I love it."
He did not say as much, but he appreciated the assurance. He was big in every regard, and while he did not worry overmuch that Max could take him in fully - he did worry for his own strength and lack of restraint once things became more heated. Like now, all he wanted to do was bite and tear and scratch; that instinct to slam hard into Max as he buried himself in him growing stronger by the second.
"Do you want more?" he asked, knowing full well the answer as he ground his hips against the other man's, forcing him harder against the wall. He pulled back slowly and then thrust up, over and over in an agonizing rhythm that would last for about two seconds before he just went to town on Max. "Tell me."
"Please!" Max whimpers. "Yes! More! Oh!" Max throws his head back, bumping it against the wall and not caring as a low and feral moan rips out of him.
Fuck yes! His fingers scrabble against Dimitri, wildly taking hold of anything he can reach in a futile attempt to ground himself against the overwhelming pleasure of that cock thrusting into him. Goddamn! He won't even need to touch himself, not like this. Each time Dimitri grinds against him white spots dance before his eyes.
"Fuck me," he whispers desperately. "fuckmefuckmefuckme!"
Sir, he cannot fuck you any more than he is already. Dimitri almost says as much, but figures Max is just so fucking out of it with pleasure he can't form any words besides those two any more. A thought that makes something like pride swell in his chest, a grin - teeth bared, like some wild animal - curving his lips upward. He leans in, clamps his mouth on Max's throat and kisses sloppily over the skin, running his tongue over what he can catch between powerful thrusts, nipping and marking in no real order or pattern.
It will be a miracle they don't crash through the wall with how hard he shoves Max against it, sandwiching him between it and his own toned form. He can feel the other man's cock between them, hard and wanting, and he would think to grab a hold of it if his hands were not leaving perfectly shaped prints in his ass. Oh well.
Dimitri is right. Max has ascended to a higher plane where the only words are 'fuck' and 'me' in that order. But now he's lost the capacity for even that.
The noises coming from him as Dimitri's mouth clamps over his neck are desperate, animalistic, and quickly escalating in pitch until they edge on being pure screams of pleasure. He's too overwhelmed by the molten head throbbing in his ass to do anything but cling to Dimitri and enjoy the bone-crushing ride.
Until...
"OH!" he manages to make something close to a human sound as the pressure gathering in his loins builds to a crescendo, "I'm going to-!"
His untouched cock pressed between them throbs hard and Max throws his head back to let loose one last wanton cry before a fountain of cum spills forth, painting both their chests with hot ropes.
"Fuuuuck," he moans until the sound softly dies on his lips. His limbs are still twitching with dying sparks of that pleasure, but he tries not to let himself go completely boneless. Not until Dimitri can join him in climaxing.
"Fuck, you're so hot. I want to feel you come for me."
Dimitri heard the warning but did not stop, his hips aching from how hard and fast he slammed himself into the other man. Words are lost, so often as they are in moments like this, replaced only with moans and grunts that echo with Max's, teeth sinking into the skin of Max's neck as he feels the hot splash of his seed between them.
"Soon." He snarls, dragging his teeth over the skin to leave a slow forming bruise, kisses laid upon Max's jaw, to his lips so he can kiss him hard, moaning into his mouth as his hips begin to stutter. Soon apparently meant really soon when he hilts in him fully once more, raising Max up a few inches along the wall as he fills him to bursting with that hot, molten warmth.
Dimitri's bruising teeth on him feel so good, Max almost wonders if he's still climaxing, but, no, it's just the post-orgasmic bliss mingling with his ever-present hot and throbbing desire to be bitten.
It doesn't matter much because it's all swallowed up by that blazing kiss and even hotter burst from below. Max moans along with Dimitri, the sound of their cries mingling as he's filled to the brim.
"Oh, Dimitri," Max gasps when their lips finally part. If there was supposed to be more to that statement... it never comes. Max tips forward against Dimitri's chest, hanging limp. He's so thoroughly fucked he doesn't even know if he's still conscious. Subtle aches starting to make themselves known suggest he is... but he's too damn happy to care.
"Max...?" Her voice is low, just barely audible behind the door, her fingertips hover over the knob knowing she could probably just open it if she wished to. Max rarely locked it. "I-it is Lioriley. Will you speak with me a moment?"
Max hadn't slept very well or very much. As such, he is, on this rare occasion, still in bed at dawn. But he's awake. Just laying there in a state of melancholy.
When the knock comes on his door, and he hears Lioriley's voice, he considers pretending to actually be asleep. That would be easier than facing what he'd done. But that won't make things better. He owes her an apology. He can at least try to be man enough to deliver it.
"The door is open. You... can come in."
He rolls to the side of the bed and hauls himself into a sitting position. He's naked except for a pair of gym shorts. But nothing in the way his shoulders sag or his back hunches looks remotely sexy at the moment.
She hesitates at the door even once his invitation comes, lower lip worried between her teeth as she considers the merits of this conversation. She can't just leave him as he is - can't just leave their relationship with this odd black mark on it now.
So, slowly, she opens the door and peeks in, her heart immediately sinking in her chest at the sight of him. He looks miserable. Surely that was not all her doing, was it?
She moves over to the bed but doesn't sit, opting instead to stand in front of him and gently place a hand on his cheek. "Max." Her voice is soft, a whisper, soothing - at least, she hopes so. "I believe we ended our conversation on the wrong foot last night. So I...I wished to aplogize for any distress I may have caused you."
That hand on his cheek gets him to lift his eyes, slowly. There's pain in them, but it's a pain of his own making. He grips her hand and removes it. He doesn't deserve that. Or her apology.
"No. Lioriley. No. Don't apologize. It's me. It's my fault. I should never have opened my big fat mouth. I'm sorry I said those things. And I'm sorry about what I said about Astarion. I'm just... I'm sorry."
She lets her hand drop, but it's not without a pained look of her own, eyes widening slightly with surprise. Her fingers twitch at her side, the desire to hold him strong and nearly impossible to ignore - but she wills herself not to. For now.
"You are forgiven." She says easily. "Your intentions were good, Max, and I truly do appreciate your concern for mine and Astarion's safety. I cannot fault you for doing what you thought to be right."
The worst part is how much he wants her to hold him. How he wants to reach out to her. But he can't bring himself to do it.
"I was..." he says helplessly, "I thought I was. But I... it still doesn't make it right. It's just..."
No. No, he doesn't deserve to make excuses for himself. It doesn't matter that Astarion gave him reasons to worry because of his inexperience (and what happened to Quentin). He was still wrong to lecture them like that.
"I'm sorry if I've made things awkward for you with Astarion now. Or Edgar. Fuck. I made everything a mess. I don't... I won't say anything anymore. You're smarter than I am anyway. I should have trusted you better."
She steels herself, her hypocritical frustration in seeing him speak so unkindly of himself forming a weight in her gut. But lashing out will do nothing for either of them - so she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and speaks after she gathers her thoughts.
"Astarion and I are fine." She assures him, perhaps even vaguely amused by the idea that they were the ones that might have issues. "I shall not speak much for him, but you may very well need to have another proper discussion - no need for things to be left festering like this. As for Edgar...well, if you speak with him, I would like you to be honest. He is a strong, sweet boy, and I am certain he will recover quickly with you there to support him. And should he not wish to be around me for a time - I...I understand."
A beat. She sighs. "You should have trusted me, but...you were trying to help, and sometimes we speak before we think, act when we should not. These things happen, Max. I will not blame you for trying to help someone you care for."
"I-I'll apologize to him too... if he wants to hear it from me." If he wants to hear from Max ever again. He'll need to think of something he can bring. Cookies won't work...
"Are you really sure you'd want me to say anything at all to Edgar? I'll just make it worse. I know it. Maybe it would just be better to... let whatever happens happen." Honestly, that can't be worse than the mess Max would make of it. How many more friendships could he ruin?
"I won't do this again. I promise." He's done sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong. Consider this his lesson learned.
"Give him time." She says, biting the inside of her cheek. "Allow me to discuss it further with him, and we can arrange for you two to meet - will that be sufficient?" She sure hoped so.
She sighs again, and by now she can no longer resist the urge to comfort him. This time she maneuvers to push herself into his lap, sitting sideways so she can rest her head on his shoulder. What is he going to do, push her off? She doubts it.
"You will not make anything worse. Edgar thinks the world of you, Max - and I cannot say it will not be a difficult topic to discuss, but if you consider your words before you speak them, you will be fine. Just...take your time." Essentially: think before you speak. In nicer words.
She shakes her head. "You will. 'Tis in your nature - but that is not a bad thing."
He goes utterly stiff. No. He won't push her off. No. What he wants is to wrap his arms around her and let these tears stinging the back of his eyes finally fall. But he can't. He shouldn't. She shouldn't have to deal with how broken he really is. She has her own worries. Yet he can't stop himself from spilling the words, the moment he feels the warmth of her embrace against him.
"No," it comes out a sob despite his best efforts. "It's not. It's not my nature. It's a mistake. My nature is to...be quiet and do as I'm told. I should have stuck to that. I'm not... I'm not good at this. I want to be, but I'm not."
It's a strange sensation, sitting in Max's lap and not feeling that instant warmth and safety of his arms around her. But it's fine, she can do it just the same - wrap her arms around him and nuzzle her face into his neck, conveniently hiding the look of sadness in her own eyes.
"It is your nature, your true nature - not what your master instilled in you. If you were meant to be quiet and subservient, you would not be so willing to thrust yourself into situations like this. You want to help people, Max, and perhaps your methods are a bit...clumsy now, but you will find your feet. You just have to keep trying." She squeezes her arms around him tightly. "Please, keep trying."
This is it. The thing that really breaks him. She should be furious. And yet, here she is comforting him. She's too good. Too pure. Does he deserve her confidence? Of course, he doesn't.
When her arms squeeze him tight, another sob catches in his throat. He can't speak, the words are choked off. The most she gets is a desperate whine that rumbles in his chest.
At please keep trying he loses even that small fraction of control. His arms wrap around her. He buries his face into her back. And he weeps. Like a lost child.
She would be happy he finally chose to return her embrace, were it not for the sobs and cries that follow. She keeps one arm tight around him, the other raised to tangle her fingers into his hair and gently knead against his scalp.
"Shhh." She coos, closing her eyes, head tilted back to gently press her lips to his temple. "It is alright, Max. You will be alright. I promise." Then, she just...let's him cry, comforting him with soft murmurs and pets against his head.
Eventually, he cries himself out and quiets against her. Self-loathing solidifies in the pit of his stomach like a heavy stone. Would he ever manage not to become a sobbing mess at the first sign of conflict? He doesn't mean to be like this. He wishes so desperately to be anything else.
"Thank you," he croaks. "I'm really. I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry."
At some point her fingers graze against the back of his neck, where that brand she spotted weeks ago rests. She had a lot of assumptions, never asked for fear of sparking some memory he did not care to recall, but so many things made sense now when she thought about it.
She does not linger there for long though; only a split second before she returns to soothing him until he's finished crying. "It is fine, Max. No more apologies." She kisses his temple again. "Tell me what you wish of me. What will make you feel better after all of this?"
He jerks as if he's been burned when her fingers graze that mark, though it hasn't hurt him. And moments later, he knows there won't be anything in the world he can do to keep her from noticing it.
"I don't want anything from you except what you've always been. I want to be your friend and sometimes your lover. I don't want to have ruined that. I don't want you to...think worse of me because of this." He puts his own hand lightly to the scar on his neck.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this sooner." One more apology? Oops.
"That will never change. Not unless you wish it to." She says, letting her hand drop to rest idly on his chest, glancing to where he sets his own.
"I already knew of it." She admits. "I had seen it when you wished for me to aid you in your work out, but I had presumed you did not care to speak of it - so I did not bring it up. Is it...is it from your master?"
He presses his lips together, trying to keep himself from frowning so deeply. She'd seen it. He really should learn to put a bandaid over it or something...
"Yes. It's his coat of arms. That's how people, well, other vampires, know not to touch me. Because I'm his." His property. His to protect and keep.
She hates that she was right, and her gut roils uneasily; a taste of bile in her throat. Her fingers curl against his chest, and if he was wearing a shirt she would be clutching it tight.
"And yet he allows them to drink from you without issue? You spoke as if it was common, as if...he was not the only one that did it. Or am I assuming too much?"
He clutches her hand to him. It hurts to see her like this. See, this is why he hates telling people.
"He's a powerful lord. He has other vampire lords who visit him frequently for business. And I..." He swallows thickly, "I'm in charge of... entertaining them. Part of my Master's...hospitality."
"Oh, Max." She says softly, voice barely above a whisper. She cannot lean into him anymore than she is already - but rest assured, if she could she absolutely would right now.
"I did not know." Obviously. "I am truly sorry you had to suffer such a thing - a man as kind and gentle as you are. But it is good, is it not...that here you are free of him?"
"It wasn't all bad," he says, barely above a whisper. "I don't... I don't hate him. I know maybe I should but... he protected me. He took care of me." And, especially at moments like this, he misses having someone to tell him how to act, what to do.
"I am happier here. Don't get me wrong. I'm much happier here. I just... it wasn't torture every single day. Not like..." not like it was for Astarion. He takes another hitching breath, reminded once more of his own hypocrisy.
He was too kind, like so many claimed her to be. And she would be lying if she thought, should she have been the one in such a situation, she might not have thought the same way. So she can't blame him for his response; the defense of his master, but she sure doesn't have to like it either.
"Perhaps not, but you still did not deserve it. No one has the right to rule another, to force them to do things they should not. You have suffered, Max, but you are not weak or helpless, and you are most certainly not alone. Do not think you have to suffer by yourself, if you must suffer at all."
She sighs. "But...your response earlier makes sense now." A lot of sense.
"Vampire law." She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "What vile abuse of such things to force those weaker than them to conform to their will. There are surely means around it." She knows from experience - there are always loopholes. A shame she could not try and find one here.
She tries, trying to calm her annoyance of so called laws of immortals and the bind that Max was apparently in, if only for his sake. "It will take time, but I am here to help you - whatever you need me to do, any advice you seek...you can come to me."
"There's more to it than that. I mean..." He huffs. "Lioriley. I literally don't have a choice. Because if I leave my Master, I'll be killed. Not by him, but by his enemies. He's the only thing standing between me and terrible, gruesome death. I have to do what he says if I want to keep on living."
That's why the loopholes won't apply. The doors aren't locked. Max could leave. He could walk out those doors any time. But he wouldn't last a day on his own. Erik is the only one who can save him.
Max cuddles into her a little closer, trying to convey his gratitude where words fail. "I'll... try to remember that. I'm not... I'm still not good at this. But I'll try."
"Why?" She asks a simple question she suspects has a complicated answer. "What could you have done to invoke the ire if such powerful creatures? Is it because of your master, or because of something you have done?"
"I killed his sister," Max admits darkly. "His twin sister."
He realizes that's going to take more explanation now, too, but he has to take a moment to steel himself for this story. Seeing the ghost of that very woman when he lowered his mask at the Halloween party had shaken him badly. And now the pain is fresh all over again.
"I was at a party. She came up and started flirting with me. She lured me to the basement. She started to feed on me, and I don't think she would have stopped until I was dead. But I had a torch in my backpack. I used it on her. I burned her and then I killed her.
"I didn't mean to I was just... so scared. But, then, my Master came. He saw what I had done. He said, by rights, he should kill me. That if he didn't, her allies would. They would never rest until they got their revenge. The only thing he could do was claim me. Then they wouldn't be able to touch me."
Logically, his story is clearly one of self-defense - if he hadn't defended himself he would have died right there on that basement floor. But the alternative he faced was, perhaps, far worse. He was alive and forced under the thumb of a vampire that claimed to protect him, and yet allowed so many other vampires to feed and use him as they pleased. It didn't sit well with her at all for a great many reasons, but what could she do about it? Scolding him was just cruel - it wasn't his fault. but the helplessness she felt in this moment was palpable. Immeasurable.
"You did what you had to do to survive. That is admirable, and a testament to your strength and bravery that many would not have been able to show in the face of such a plight. And I wish - I wish so desperately that I could help you. But all I can truly do is pray that you remain here - and that while you do, you come to learn of all the gifts you have been given, all of the people that care for you.
You are your own man here, Max. That may be overwhelming, and I understand, but you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. And I hope one day you see that. Because a man as kind and sweet and wonderful as you deserves every kindness in the world and so much more."
Tears are starting to sting in his eyes again but desperately tries to blink them back. So, he buries his face once more in her shoulder and holds her close.
"I-I..." he hiccups, "w-want to b-believe you're right. I just... I want to be strong. I d-don't feel strong. And I'm sorry. I g-got scared for you and I took it out on h-him. I shouldn't have done that. I really am sorry."
She wraps her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers into his hair and cooing softly in an attempt to soothe him, nose against his temple.
"I know, Max." She assures him. "You did nothing wrong. I know you were just trying to help and I cannot fault you for that - everything will be alright. I promise." She shifts back after a moment, trying to duck her head down to see his face, hands reaching up if he'll let her to brush the tears from his cheeks. "You are so precious to me, Max. And I do hate to see you like this - tell me what I can do to make you smile again."
He shakes his head in protest. No, it was wrong. He knows it was wrong. She can forgive him but he refuses to be excused.
"It was wrong. It was. I won't do it again." That's all he can do since he can't take it all back. But he swears, he won't meddle like this anymore.
"It's enough," he says, finally calming down at her soft touch to his hair, "It's enough that you don't hate me. I was scared maybe I fucked it all up too badly."
"Max..." Gods, it's like he hasn't listened to a single thing she's said to him. But she won't argue with him while he's so emotional - there's no point. Maybe they can sit down and discuss it later when the wound is not so fresh.
She frowns despite herself. "Do you truly believe I would hate you?" He must not know her well to even assume as much. "It will take a lot more than this to make me feel negatively toward you."
She loosens her grip only a little, hesitant to part from him since he is still very clearly distressed.
"...Would you like me to stay?" She asks, even if there are a thousand other things she would like to say instead. All things, she is certain, he would not care to answer or acknowledge in his current state of mind.
Would he like her to stay? Yes. Yes, he would. But he can't ask her to. He doesn't deserve that. She should be returning to Astarion. That's where she belongs.
"No..." he chokes on the word. "I should... sleep. Alone."
To say that 'no' hurt would be an understatement. The single word hit her like a fucking truck and then backed up over her for good measure. And it took everything in her to steel her expression, even if her leylines betrayed her by dimming faintly.
"Very well." She says, a plan already forming in her mind. She leaned in to kiss his forehead if he let her, then slowly slid off his lap to head for the door. "...Take care of yourself, Max. I...I will see you soon?" She hoped.
Another sob threatens to break free in his chest when he sees her literally dim at that rejection. It's almost enough to make him change his mind. But he... can't. He can't. He needs to be alone. He can't face her kindness anymore.
"Yes," he manages to croak. "I'll see you. O-okay?" He hopes so too.
He just needs some time. He needs to crawl into a corner and cry himself into a numb sleep. All of this pain is too much. He can't take it. So, as she leaves, he rolls over on the bed and curls in around himself, knees tucked as tight to his chest as he can get them. He'll stay like that, letting quiet tears drain down his face, for as long as it takes to stop feeling this.
Pushing the door open as quietly as he could Lucas peers into the room minutes later. Outside he got the basic idea of what happened and tried his best to console Lioriley before she left entirely. He'll circle back again to her after this, but for now all of his worry is focused on the man balled into himself.
The sight alone is enough to tear at his very heart, aching so profundly with the want to gather Max up in his arms. And why shouldn't he?
Quietly he slips into the room, shutting the door gently behind him. Soft noises, but he hopes it's not enough to give himself away yet before Max can tell him to go. Instead he pads over to the bed, kicking off his shoes and taking up the space at Max's back all in one fluid motion. Pressing his cheek against the man's back and angling an arm around him, Lucas finally speaks, low and calm and soothing. "Max. Talk to me."
He's in a daze, drifting somewhere halfway between awake and asleep. So, he doesn't hear Lucas' approach. He doesn't stir until he feels movement on the bed. By then, it's too late. Lucas has him surrounded, wrapped up in his warm arms. He shudders, and a lonely sob shakes his frame.
"Did Lioriley tell you what I did?" He knows it must be her that called Lucas. This is no coincidence.
For a moment all he can do is nod against Max's back, cling tighter as if he had any chance to physically keep the man from falling apart. "She told me...that you were worried about her."
Which is the truth from what Lucas gathered from Lior's disjointed explanation. It's a good starting point, a nudge, Lucas hopes, to reach into the internal turmoil Max is in right now.
"And, I mean, that's totally fair considering your own experiences, Max." he squeezes his arms tight in anticipation, knowing what kind of protests he'd have if the situation was reversed, "You're not terrible for being worried for her. Okay?"
He curls in tighter to himself, as if he could shun Lucas' comfort, undeserving of it as he is.
"I treated Astarion like... like he'd be same as Erik. But he's not. And I knew that. I should have known that." Astarion's master had done unspeakable things to him. He knew better than anyone the horrors that could be done. How could Max have even begun to insinuate he wouldn't be careful? Of course he would!
"I shouldn't get a pass for this. Lioriley says she forgives me but she shouldn't."
All the more reason for Lucas to hold Max tighter. No escape, no escape ever.
Lucas frowns to himself, hearing the self recrimination heavy in Max's tone. Laying the blame solely upon his own shoulders.
"Forgiveness isn't a pass," Lucas gently presses his forehead to the back of Max's neck, knowing that mark is there. Erik's mark and all the trauma that Max is still unpacking that goes along with it.
"Whether she forgives you or not is up to her, Max. She forgave you and she means it." He's careful to keep his voice even. "So you either accept it and start to set this right, or you don't and dig your hole even further. I mean, yes, you were trying to look out for her and it brought up things that didn't need to be, but you are...you are trying to work through things, Max. It's messy and scary and sometimes not straight-forward. You're going to make mistakes, and take a few steps back, but it's still progress. And so is accepting Lior's forgiveness and mending things with Astarion."
His shoulders are where all the blame belongs as far as Max is concerned. But he can't deny the warm comfort of his love's embrace. Despite himself, his posture loosens. --until he feels Lucas' forehead pressing directly to his brand. Suddenly, he's tight again, like a spring.
But Lucas knows what that is. Lucas knows. And accepts it as a part of him. And now... so does Lioriley. Slowly, inch by inch, Max lets himself uncurl again. He lets Lucas' words seep in past the barriers he's put up.
She's forgiven him. Her choice? So now he... he has to accept that or he'll make things even worse?
"I want to make it right," he croaks, just barely holding back a sob. "I never wanted to... Lucas I... I don't what to do now. I don't know where to go from here. I'm so lost. I feel so lost." The world is spinning all around him, faster and faster.
Lucas takes a low, careful breath. He needs to be the rock for Max to cling to, but it hurts as he feels the man draw in on himself even if it doesn't last.
"First, I need you to take a few breathes, okay? Nice and calm. You're too wound up to think straight and that's not fair to you or Lioriley." Lucas takes an exaggerated breath. "With me?"
Even if Max takes his own rhythm for it, Lucas still silently encourages him, gently kissing his back just below that horrible mark. One baby step at a time, Max could get through this.
Max takes a long breath in, following along with Lucas setting the pace. This helps, less because of the breathing and more because he has someone leading him in it.
The first few breaths are shaky, still quivering with pain. But as it continues, and as Lucas presses kiss to him, he calms. And the buzzing in his mind begins to quiet.
"What next?" He asks. There's an odd eagerness in his voice as if he's desperate for Lucas to give him more guidance... or an order.
For a few moments Lucas has to remind himself to breath. That tone in Max's voice is strange, unsettling even, until he takes these few moments to consider it. In the lens of Max's past, of that horrible year he barely remembers, the moment he broke, and the years since then living as Erik's Pet, it all comes together in a horrible moment of realization.
An order.
His gut twists. Lucas wants so desperately for Max's own sake for him to make his own decisions, and he has been making progress, but it's only been a little shy of half a year since they both arrived in the city. Not nearly enough time to completely undo damaged that reaches so deep it's buried itself in the core of Max's soul. This is simply...too much.
Swallowing thickly Lucas presses on. He can think, and fall apart, later. Max needs him now.
"You're doing good," He praises, another kiss to follow. "You're still tense, so we're going to relax all of these tense muscles next. Okay? Focus on your toes first."
Slowly Lucas walks Max through relaxing everything from his toes up, while frantically rattling his brain for what to tell the man next.
The praise warms him. So does the kiss. On Lucas' cue, he begins to do as he's told, attempting to relax his muscles one-by-one starting at the toes.
Lucas will feel his body loosen as they go, and once they've reached his chest and arms, Max's breathing is steady and deep. It's working. The anxiety is receding.
"I'm so tired," he says. He stayed up fretting all night. "I want to just... sleep for a while?" If Lucas tells him to do it, he's sure he'll be able to now.
"Almost, Max. You're doing so good." Lucas manages to say while his stomach ties in knots. He hates this realization and the darker implications that spiderweb out from it. If this helps Max move forward and slowly shake off the shackles of being a Pet, then he'll swallow down how much it makes his heart ache without protest.
"Just one more thing and then you can sleep." He promises with another kiss. Focus on Max. Lucas takes a quiet breath to steady himself. "I need you to accept Lior's forgiveness. And I know! I know. It's not easy and that you don't believe you deserve it. But accept it and talk to her. Soon. Alright?"
Max nods his head in reaction to more praise. Good. He's doing good. He's doing better. The world is stable beneath him once more. His place in it feels solid. There's just that one thing...
Accept Lioriley's forgiveness.
Another tremor runs through him. He tenses one last time. But it's still an order. It's what he must do. So, he nods again.
"I will," he promises. "I... do. I'll call her."
With that promise cast in stone, he closes his eyes and lets out another long shuddering breath. Lucas said he could sleep after that one last thing. He longs to let that blissful nothingness take him for a while. He's reached the point of exhaustion now where he doesn't think he can resist it anymore. He's slipping already.
Lucas stills, his chest near bursting with broiling emotion as he waits. Max will either accept the order or rail against it and part of him is hoping it's the latter.
It isn't.
His stomach drops and slowly, carefully, Lucas measures his exhale out and forces himself to relax around Max, to hold in a tremble and keep the wetness stinging his eyes at bay. A kiss to send Max off to slumber. No further orders from the Medium will follow aside from a quiet, "Good night, Max. I love you."
Long past the moment he's certain the man is sleeping, Lucas waits, swallowing down the burning lump in his throat, blinking to hold back tears until that no longer works. They slide hot and silent down his cheeks. Afraid for Max, worrying for Max, in ways that absolutely fill him with dread, because he'll do it again. If another situation arises, if it means helping guide his love along a better path, then Lucas vows he'll take on this mantle again. As many times as he needs to, but it's not a noble gesture.
It makes him no better than Erik, in the end.
The thought keeps him up umtil his tears have dried and the castle starts waking up. No rest for the weary, he had promised to check on Lioriley and he means to do that, too. Once Max is up and moving, Lucas kisses him goodbye and slips out of the man's room.
After the brief discussion with Max earlier, Michael nabs a small bottle of work's finest moonshine (thank you, Corbin). He's also just got a slim flask of his own choice beverage (acetone!) tucked away in his back pocket, to sneak into his glass when Max isn't looking.
He knocks on Max's door and reaches up to tap the cupcake for good measure. He's looking forward to another romp with Max, he feels like they haven't had the chance to hang out as much. Michael's been in his own head a lot, and the stuff with Raleigh....is...complicated. (It really isn't, he's just in his feelings about it.)
It's so fucking cute and so fucking Max. "It's definitely easier to find your room now," Michael says, diplomatic and smirking. "It's nice. Are you selling cupcakes out of your room now? And how come I haven't gotten any?"
Rude, Max, real rude. Michael makes himself at home, striding in and opening the bottle to pour them both generous helpings. "All you need is a TV and a hot tub and I think you'd be all set." Maybe a toilet, Michael?
"I'm not selling anything out of here. And it's not my fault you keep missing cupcake day. You should come by more often." Max sticks his tongue out. Nya!
"Hm. A hot tub... that's not a bad idea." But he's not thinking about that for him. He's thinking about that for a certain Jaerger pilot suffering from sore limbs. Fuck. That could work?
"Hell, if I keep asking for stuff, I may as well just ask for a whole house. Some have." Toilets? Who needs them?
"Maybe if you texted me when you had cupcake day so I don't accidentally get, like, Lucas in his shorts or something," Michael shoots back, almost sticking his tongue back at him.
"I suggested it to Raleigh too," he comments idly. "I thought it'd be good for him, y'know." Asshole doesn't take care of himself.
But they are not there to talk about Raleigh. "Yeah, some people have them. You should have a house, you deserve a lot of space to have a lot of people over. You seem to like having a lot of people over, I mean." Ugh. Michael rubs his face and takes a quick generous drink of moonshine. "I promise I'm not calling you a slut, you're just...really social, and I like the image of you having a house where you can have people hang out all the time."
"If the shoe fits," Max says with an easy laugh, "I may as well wear it proudly. I know what I am, Michael."
He shrugs. He's a slut. But, it does mean he can afford to buy his friends things when they can't (or won't!) get it for themselves. And now that Michael has mentioned it... Max thinks he's definitely going to request a tub for Raleigh. It IS almost his birthday.
"Well, you have a point, too. I do like having people over. And Lucas is in here almost as often as his own room. It would be nice to have more space for it. But, I worry I'd miss seeing people around here. I like that we're all so close, you know?" Passing people in the halls, saying hi, he likes that.
"I mean yeah, I don't just mean the sex." Max has such a big and open and loving personality.
Michael nods, turning to top himself up (and sneak a bit of acetone into his drink). "Think it's like living in a dorm?" He tries not to think about how he missed out on college, and the why. "Maybe you could ask for a bigger room. A bigger bed."
"I know. I know." He's glad Michael has noticed, honestly.
"Yes. I'd say it's a lot like that. I always did love that atmosphere." Max was a social guy in college too. Too bad he never had a chance to graduate.
"I could..." Max comes closer, his words curling on his tongue, "but I think we fit in it just fine right now, don't you?" He knows he's supposed to be having his drink, but he'd rather taste Michael's lips instead.
Yesss let's not talk about what Michael missed out on, let's act on what's right in front of us. Michael leans back against the table, setting his glass down and leaning back on his hands in a way he knows gives his body an inviting angle.
"I'm not sure," he says, smiling slowly and giving Max a look from under heavy lids. "I think we need to see for sure."
Michael tugs Max closer with his mind, settling the larger man's weight against him as he kisses him back. He did promise to use his powers on him, after all.
He slides his hands up Max's back and into his hair, mouth opening under Max's.
Max is suddenly rock hard. Fuck. He loves it when Michael uses his powers on him.
What was already a passionate kiss turns into a frenzy at that. Max digs his fingers into Michael’s hair and holds on while he drags his mouth down from the man’s lips to his chin, neck, shoulder, and he keeps heading south, eventually having to let go of the man's hair. but it's worth it.
Let him show Michael exactly how he feels about being jerked around.
Michael arches under Max with a groan, tightening his own grip into the man's hair as he slides down, pulling sharply when he does something especially nice.
The night is a great reminder of why he likes having sex with Max. It's also Michael's first time staying over with Max, and god damn but the man's got some superior snuggle skills. He tries to sneak out of his arms in the morning (not to leave just to get breakfast started like he promised), but he'll be easily pulled in for some lazy morning makeouts or sex before pinning Max down and making him promise to stay where he is while Michael cooks.
He'll even do it naked, as long as he doesn't cook bacon. Now stay and let him go start the coffee.
Nights like these leave him wondering why the hell he isn't booty calling Michael more. When the two of them quit talking and start fucking, it's amazing.
But the fun doesn't stop just at the sex. It feels like it was a small triumph that he's managed to get Michael not only to cuddle him all night, but then in the morning too (and more) despite several attempts at escape. He's looking quite smug about it, up until Michael makes him promise not to get out of bed to help.
"But-!" he tries to protest, but it's hard to argue when he's being pinned so nicely. And, he did say he'd let Michael do it.
"Fine." That doesn't mean he can't lay here all naked and cute pouting while he watches. That's exactly what he's gonna do. With his arms cartoonishly folded over his chest.
At least... until he spots Michael's flask laying nearby on the floor next to his jeans. He waits until Michael's back is turned then he rolls to the side of the bed and snags it.
"While you get the coffee, I'll get the hair of the dog," he says, popping the lid off of it. He lifts it to his lips for a sip and ends up spitting it out all over the bed.
Michael walks back from the bed with a smirk, making sure to keep Max pinned with his mind until Michael is safely in the kitchen area. It's a real cute sight anyway, Max pouting with his arms crossed like that. "Let someone else take care of you for once," he teases, turning to start the coffee and the eggs.
"Hmhm?" He doesn't think anything of Max having another drink so he doesn't bother looking to see exactly what he's drinking out of until he hears him sputter and curse. Then he jerks his head up and freezes when he sees what's in his hand.
Michael sets the bowl of eggs he's whisking down, puts a fake grin on his face. "Oh yeah I shoulda warned you, I like it pretty strong." He strides over and reaches to snatch it out of Max's grip. "Sorry, I'll take that."
All the warm fuzzy thoughts of how fun it is to get pinned down from across the room have gone right out the window now, replaced by cold dread.
He fixes Michael with a shrewd glare and attempts to dodge the flask away from his reaching hand. "Bullshit. That's not strong stuff! That's chemical! You think I don't know the difference? Are you drinking paint thinner?"
Shit, that's a look on Max's face, and Michael feels the panicked need to lie. "It's not it's--It's just" He flounders, glances at the door like he's thinking of making a run for it.
...He sags.
"It's acetone." Can he have the flask back now. "I was drinking acetone."
"What? No!" Now Michael is confused. "No I--it's a numbing agent for me, a painkiller!" Which still isn't, like, great. "It's not poison for me like it is for...for you. For humans."
Look, he's not leaving. He's just putting his jeans on because he's not having his conversation with his dick out. He sits on the edge of the bed and runs a had through his curls, glancing anxiously at Max. "I'm an alien," he says in a breath, quick. "I don't know where I'm from." He holds his forearm out to show Max the tattoo of three differently patterned circles, lines drawn from them to meet in the middle in a triangle. "This is the only clue we've got and I have no idea what it means."
Well, since Michael is putting pants on, Max decides maybe he'd better do so as well. So, he grabs a pair of gym shorts from the top of his clothes hamper and steps into them.
By the time Michael is back and sitting on the bed next to him, he's had time to come down from the initial shock. And yet. That's still one hell of a thing to hear a guy say.
"Holy shit. R-really?"
Max stares at Micahel in amazement. But he's so... usual looking. At least on the outside. But, okay, he does have his telekinesis. So, really, should Max be so shocked?
He reaches a finger out to trace the line of that tattoo. "I always thought this was just a cool design..."
His gaze lifts to meet Michael's, wanting to reassure the man -alien?- that he's not going to run screaming or anything stupid like that.
"I don't understand. How can you know you're an alien if you don't know where you came from?"
Well Max looks a little calmer, and that's...good. He's not yelling at Michael for lying to him for months, and that is also good.
He nods slowly and watches Max's finger trace the design on his arm. "It's something that connects us. The three of us who survived the 1947 UFO crash in Roswell." Where Michael is from. "Because we were protected by alien pods." He looks up, finally, to look at Max's face. His expression.
Michael shrugs. "I don't remember anything from before coming out of the pod in 1997. I didn't grow up knowing this, the others and I...we just pieced it together. What we could do, where we were found." He looks at Max's face until he's sure he's not mad, and he sighs.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't tell anyone except Raleigh, I didn't know who was safe." And Raleigh found out pretty similarly to how Max did, whoops. "Daniel's got his thing with his invasion..."
After finding out one of his partners is a werewolf, finding out another one is an alien seems... less difficult to process. Lucky for Michael. And Max has no stones to throw about lying, not when he hasn't told a soul about how Jackie is his Master.
"Only three of you?" Max's expression is sympathetic now. "And you had to find it all out like that? Michael, I'm so sorry."
He stops stroking the tattoo so he can take the man's hand. "I'm not mad. I know how it is to be unsure how people might react. That's why I didn't tell anyone about my situation for a long time too. And, when you hide something for so long it just... seems safer to keep doing it. I get it.
"But I'm glad I know now. And this isn't going to change anything between us. I promise." If Michael will let him, he'll lean in to kiss the man on his forehead.
"Hey, it's kind of cool. I can say I've made out with an alien now. And he's a pretty good kisser." He bumps his shoulder against Michael playfully. "That's a joke. I'm not going to tell anyone. I swear."
Michael does feel pretty lucky. He's thinking about how many people he's made friends with, and how many people at home know, and is it really worth pretending here? The danger (dissection) isn't present.
"We had each other," Michael shrugs it off like it's no big deal. But it was. "..Someone protected us for those fifty years, as long as she could." Until she couldn't anymore. "That's when we came out. We looked after each other. Covered up each other's..." he coughs a little. "Mistakes." And it turned out Isobel hadn't been a murderer after all!
He smiles crookedly at the hand hold, at the kiss on his forehead. He lets it happen--it's kind of nice, and doesn't feel patronizing. "I mean I saw, what's his name--Vax, with wings? But people get weird about space." He didn't want to risk it.
"Y'know..." Michael shakes his head and gently shoulders Max in the chest. "You can say it, just don't let on who it is." he gives max a slightly exhausted, cautious smile. "Thanks. Between you and Raleigh, I'm wondering if I shouldn't just come clean."
"I'm glad you did." Michael can shrug all he likes, Max is starting to get better at reading him. He suspects it's actually a very big deal.
"Okay, now that whole covering it up thing makes a whole lot more sense." They had to hide what they were, right? Makes perfect sense that way.
"Mm-Hm. Vax has wings. He took my flying once. And, you know, tons of other people have wizard powers or other interesting things about them. You'd be among good company."
He laughs softly at the returned shoulder bump and Michael's joking, but under it all there's a soft sympathetic tone to his own smile. He can understand how exhausting it really is to keep back a part of yourself like this.
"Can't say I'm surprised you let Raleigh in first. You two seem like you've been really good for each other. But, you know, the choice is still yours. You could keep going one at a time like this, or you can rip the bandaid off and do it all at once. However you wanna do it, when you're ready, I'll be here to support you.
"You never can tell for sure but... I don't think anyone's going to react badly. Maybe Daniel, yeah, you might need to take it gently. But he knows you. He knows the kind of man you are. Like I do. Like Raleigh does. I think it will be okay."
They had to hide what they were, they had to protect Isobel, and anyway it turned out that she hadn't been guilty anyway. It had been her body doing it though, nevermind it wasn't her in control, and who would have listened to that?
"I know," Michael rubs his hands through his hair. "There's a difference between looking at like, an 'elf'," and if Max listens carefully he can hear the quotation marks, "who came through a portal, and someone who crashed a spaceship onto your planet. I mean, I'm pretty sure we're all basically aliens through different dimensions, but it feels...different. I spent so long hiding it, it's basically habit."
He ducks his head to hide his awkward shy smile at the mention of Raleigh. "It's--new? I don't know if it's going to work out. He found out by accident too." And the same way so maybe Michael should be more careful.
Or just come clean.
He leans into Max. "Has Daniel talked to you about his world?"
"I mean... I guess the fact that you don't look outwardly different is a little bit of a blessing and a curse. But, obviously some things are different if you can survive drinking this stuff," He finally offers the flask back to Michael. Now that he's reasonably sure it's not going to actually kill him.
Oh, but he almost wants to tease Michael for being sweet on Raleigh. He won't, sensing that might still be a fragile new development. "I hope the two of you keep working. And, I mean... you know what his backstory is too, I assume. If he can see you as you, I'm sure a lot of people will." The Kaiju were sort of like big space invaders too, weren't they? as Max understands it.
Max wraps an arm around Michael as he leans in. "Yeah, Daniel has told me a little. He doesn't like talking about it much. Can't say I really blame him. I know why you're nervous, but I think he can see you'd never hurt him. And if you need me to vouch for you, I will. And so will Raleigh, I know."
"It's like..." Michael waves a hand. "Kind of like being bi. I'm passing, which is safer, but sometimes I fucking hate it." Oh hey his flask. He takes a quick swig.
Ughhhhh yeah tease him if you want him to curl up tighter than a porcupine, jerkface. "I mean yeah, but that's...different. That's giant creatures stomping buildings, not a systemic takeover and destruction of your government and freedoms." The Kaiju Raleigh faced were nothing like the Legislators that Daniel described.
He digs the heel of his hand against his eye, letting Max hug him. It's....good to have friends. "Mnngyeah." Maybe.
"You know," Max says of the bi analogy, "that's a pretty decent comparison."
He keeps Michael wrapped up tight in his arms. He wants the man to feel protected and loved. He wants him to know whatever happens, he's not going to be alone in this.
"It's going to be okay. Michael, you are who you are. Nothing about that will change. It's what you've always been. You deserve to be accepted. He'll see that. I know it."
[ he's fidgety, he can't sleep. he doesn't want to sleep. he WAS sleeping, and he woke up, because that's what happens, and he thought too much and too hard, had a panic attack, and thought some more, and now he's texting Max, because Mako is not here, and Raleigh is slowly becoming unhinged. ]
Nothing wrong with that. Our patrons can deal with it.
[He's going to resist being nosy and not ask who that one is.
Instead, he packs up a jug of milk and his most recent batch of chocolate chip cookies. Then, on a whim, he grabs a bottle of whiskey too. Then he's out the door. Doesn't even matter that he's still in nothing but sleep shorts and a tank top, no shoes.]
I'll be there soon.
[True to his word, there will soon be a knock at the door.]
[ he’s damn sure brought all the right things. Raleigh’s up, wide ass awake, and opening the door almost the second Max knocks. He’s in a wide beater and sweats, barefoot, and. Well. He’s fine, physically, but he looks like there’s something under his skin. ]
[Max steps inside quickly, shuts the door, and all but drops the sack on the ground. Raleigh looks ready to jump out of his skin and, honestly, Max can't think of a single thing better to do than this: he wraps his arms around the man and pulls him in for a hug.]
[ it’s about the best thing Max can do, really. It surprises Raleigh, but he accepts it, wrapping Max up tight and burying his face into his neck, eyes squeezing shut. ]
[Once Raleigh is on the bed, max will backtrack just long enough to grab the stuff he brought and bring it back with him. Then he'll take a seat next to Raleigh, and put a hand on his knee.]
"Mm. I'm sorry to hear that." He puts a hand on Raleigh's knee. "Have you found anything that helps? I mean, I could rub your back or read to you, if any of that makes a difference."
Max can provide one of those things, Raleigh. He's already offered to. Maybe stop being so stubborn.
"You did," Max says, trying to keep his tone airy, "but don't worry about that. I always mean it when I say you can call on me any time. Nowhere else I'd rather be right now than here with you."
However. "Judging by that text though, it sounds like you'd rather be home. Are you missing your copilot?"
"I'm really sorry," he mumbles, feeling like an asshole. Though Max isn't wrong.
"Yeah. It's...difficult to explain how connected we are. The Drift is...silence. Quiet. Memory, you see everything. Every raw, festering thing. All the good, all the bad, just...laid out like a buffet. That's why you have to be compatible with someone. Why neural patterns are studied for each pilot. You can't just hop in with anyone. It's mental, and physical.." He passes a hand over his face, swallowing.
"Before I really knew her, I remember thinking, she moves like an athlete. Agile, strong. I had no idea until we ran the candidate trials. We had...such a strong connection." It had rivaled his connection with Yancy.
"No. Don't be. I'd be more sorry if you hadn't called." The fact that Raleigh had actually reached out feels like a small miracle in itself.
"That sounds like the ultimate bond of trust. If you see everything about each other. If you're in each other's heads like that. It sounds... beautiful. And hard to live without." Imagine, being so much a part of another person? When they are apart, is it like missing a limb?
"It's not the same thing, I know, but sometimes Lucas like... shares memories with me. I don't know if you've heard this, but he's a Medium. He can play them in my head, it's like being there, like being him. Those moments are..." Max sighs contentedly, "like nothing I could ever describe. And that's just one at a time.
"If you're getting that from someone about everything, all at once? Does it make the outside world feel... like it's missing something?"
"It is, yeah," he says quietly, absently dropping his hand to rest on top of Max's, taking a drink with the other one. And Max is right, he doesn't know how to live without it. It's left him spinning his tires a little.
"He's mentioned it," he murmurs, smiling a little. "But...yes. It does feel like something is missing. It's..." he wets his lips and exhales slow and quiet. "It feels like I'm missing a piece of my soul."
"I'm sorry. I can understand why you'd want to go home. If I had someone to go home to maybe I'd be singing a different tune myself."
He reaches down and takes out the tin of cookies he brought. He opens it and holds them out to Raleigh.
"But, I worry that, since it's not possible, all you're doing here is torturing yourself more. You know what I mean? Not a crime to let yourself relax a little if there's no other choice?"
He perks, looking down at the tin and taking one to munch on. Sweets are the key to his heart.
"It's hard," he says slowly, swallowing his bite of cookie. "It's hard to relax. It's been a long time since I was able to. I was.." He hesitates here, because he hasn't really dumped his story on a lot of people, and his brain is scrambled and he forgets what he's said to who.
"I was in the war," he finally says. "And it didn't go well for me. My...copilot, before Mako, was my brother. He died while we were still connected, and after that I...just drifted for years." He refuses survivors benefits, he refused treatment, he refused the brain scan. He went through his months of therapy because he had to, and then he left, discharged for disobeying orders.
Max knew had had to come armed. He's just glad the key Raleigh's heart is so easy to make.
As Raleigh works to bring the words out, Max's hand on his leg strokes soft circles in his skin. But that grip tightens when Raleigh reveals that terrible truth.
"Oh, Raleigh. Oh, I'm so sorry." A cold sickness settles in Max as his mind grasps the full horror of that. To be connected that deeply when his partner, his brother died. It's a wonder Raleigh can function at all.
Suddenly, words don't seem enough. So, Max throws his arms around Raleigh's shoulders. "I'm so fucking sorry."
It's hard to describe the loss, the fear, the pain. Feeling it all, every second of it, from the moment Knifehead breached the hull to the second Yancy's life was snuffed out.
He leans into Max, closing his eyes a little.
"I saw him. On Halloween. Samhain. Whatever. When my mask slipped a few times, I saw him."
"Oh, god..." That party. It was supposed to be a fun event but it seems to have brought misery to so many.
"Shit, man. I can't imagine the kinds of bad memories that dragged up for you. I don't... I mean, I don't think it was really him. But, that doesn't actually matter much. It's still awful."
Max knows the feeling. He saw someone from his past too. "My mask only slipped once, and that was enough. I'm so sorry." He keeps saying that: sorry. But he just doesn't know what else there is to say.
"Is it, though?" Max asks shrewdly. "In here?" he taps lightly at Raleigh's temple. Max has reason to think otherwise. Why would he be answering a call in the middle of the night like this otherwise?
"Or here?" He taps at Raleigh's chest too, over his heart.
"There's moving on and then there's... drinking to forget. Or, working long hours to stay distracted hoping you can. Believe me, I'm intimately familiar with that concept."
"No, he admits. Not for either, his heart or his head. But what do you do? How do you move on, when you feel all of these things, all the time? It's overwhelming, and sometimes it catches up to him.
"Yeah. I've done...all of those." On more than one occasion, here, and back home.
"No. It's not anyone's responsibility, but that doesn't mean there aren't some people who'd want to listen.
"Believe me, I've seen some heavy shit too. So, if you want to lay it on me, I'm here to listen. You need to lay the burden down some time or it's going to overwhelm you."
"I appreciate it." He does, honestly. No one's given a shit in like five years, and when someone finally does, he's pulled here away from her. It's hard.
Max puts an arm around him. "I'm sure you get the picture, but I'm not just saying it. I do mean it. I don't care if you call me the same time every night. There's nothing in this world I care more about than being here for the people I love. Raleigh, you're one of them."
Raleigh is safe here. Max's hand rubs lightly over his shoulder, keeping him tucked in close. If the man needs a literal shoulder to cry on, Max won't tell a single soul.
"You've got a lot of people who care about you. You're not alone. No matter how much you feel like it in the middle of the night. We're here."
Max waits in quiet for a moment, giving Raleigh a chance to process that and anything else he might need to say before he adds lightly. "If you're tired, I can stay with you?" They can cuddle together like they did that one night. Max will hold him until the dawn.
[He supposes he had this coming. He has...vague memories of her somehow having him over her shoulder. Frankly, he thought he might have dreamt that. APPARENTLY NOT.
It's very late in the day before he responds.]
Thank for carrying me home, Milla.
I... it was just alcohol. It wasn't poison.
[Although, with the way his head feels... god. Maybe it was. What the hell kind of drinks was Ren even serving.]
Alcohol makes your movements and brain sluggish. Drunk people are very easy to kill. It can kill you all by itself and people go to hospital for it. It is used to make people comply when they don't want to. It makes people feel terrible.
The point of an alpha is not that you aspire to be like them. [Sure, a pack will be shaped by what alpha it has, but it will be shaped by any member that is a part of it. It's not a one way street. Not the point, either. Why would two ahrouns aspire to be like a galliard?]
It is that they lead. They say what to do and what to not do and take the responsibility for decisions. [And more, but that she feels are the core pieces.]
[with Rowan, that's actually an easy answer, because they've not been a pack for that long and there haven't been that many pack decisions]
When we decided what to do about the leeches, we all set down what we knew and thought would be right. But Rowan set down the final plan of what to do.
[Oh. She wasn't supposed to get suspicious. Well. Shit.]
I have a history with vampires. Remember? So, I'm kind of interested to hear what the pack's general plan is for dealing with them.
[None of that is even a lie. He really does want to know what their policy is, that might be vital to know if, god forbid, the truth ever comes out about him and Jackie.]
[At least on her and Ren's part, she feels that "accidental" would much more be an oops, no, I didn't mean to drop that ugly mug aunt Flo gave us for our wedding, look now it's broken and we need to toss it, oh noooooooooooo.... But, point being. If they want to start an open conflict, it would not be accidental. They can keep themselves in check and avoid the leeches.
If a conflict went out in the open, there would be a reason (like a mate getting bothered) and a plan... or something like that.]
[He does not love the way she said that. But he understands. For her and Ren it wouldn't be at all. Max only hopes, if shit ever does hit the fan, Rowan will be willing to hold them back. Max doesn't want to find himself in the middle of open conflict. He has interests on both sides. It can only end in tears.]
Okay. Not accidental, but it wouldn't be a good thing either. I think the plan to live and let live is the best one.
[That sounds... appetizing. Great, hope he doesn't think of that next time Jackie is sucking on him. Not that much thought enters his brain at all in those moments.]
I'll be sure to remember that if I encounter any.
[Right. So anyway.]
I should really get cleaned up now. Thank you, again, for getting me home safe. I appreciate it.
Wrapped up, tied with a bow, and left outside of Max's door is a box with the word fragile written as a warning across the top of the paper. Inside are a few bars of pressed flower chocolate and a set of heart shaped tea cups. Naturally, there is also a note so there's no secret who it is from.
Max,
Do not eat all of those chocolates by yourself, lest you make yourself sick. I hope you enjoy them however, and perhaps some day soon we can share a cup of tea in those cups I have gifted you.
If you think he's not going to eat all that chocolate in one or two sittings, you'd be wrong. Once he gets a taste of it, he honestly can't stop. And, the guiltier he feels the more he wants to eat it. Then, suddenly, it's all gone. Oops. And it was so beautiful too. He should have taken a picture first.
The cups he carefully places on a display shelf inside his new cafe. He had hoped she'd be coming to his Christmas dinner so he could show that to her. But... she doesn't. So, they stay there. He'll refuse to use them if it's not with her. He's not exactly sure when that might be...
[ There is a box left outside of Max's door. Inside was a small fabric dick-doll wearing a very fancy suit and a small blue ribbon saying 1st place pinned to it. There was also blue paint pressing of Jester's chest signed with a lipstick kiss. A note attached read: ]
[Max pulls the doll out and laughs. Then he thunks himself on the head with his palm when he catches sight of the blue ribbon pinned to its little toy chest. The first place dick was HIM! Why did he... never make that connection?
A little while later, he will record a video for her. (Nothing naughty.) just showing that her gorgeous paint-pressing is now pinned to his refrigerator with a couple of magnets.]
Love the gifts. Let me know if you want me to thank you in person~
[ The video was well received. Jester felt honoured to have her self portrait up on his fridge like that! Also, she was just happy that he enjoyed the gifts. Quickly calling him back while still chuckling away to herself. ]
You should totally come and thank me in person. I would like to thank you in return for my lovely gifts!
[ Jester was sitting on the chair in front of her desk, her tail slowly lashing around behind her, hitching her nightwear up at the back a little. She blushed and gave a coy little shake of her shoulders at his compliment of what she was wearing. ]
You think so? I was worried that blue on blue wouldn't show as well.
[ Blushing as she looked up at him, her heavy eyelashes fluttering a little. ]
I'm glad you came over~ I wanted to thank you in person~
[ Smiling brightly, a little blush growing over her cheeks. Standing up and walking over to where he stood so that she could press her hands lightly against his chest, lean up on her tiptoes and press a cute little kiss on his lips. ]
I was thinking that maybe I could give you something sweet~ So, come, sit and let me give you something, Max~
[ She knew Max would let her do almost anything to him and boy did she want to do things to him. The thin strap of her nightwear slipping down a shoulder and exposing a little more cleavage. ]</small
[ Good! Because (though she totally could!) she doesn't want to have to carry him over to the bed and sit him down!
Once he was sat all comfortably, Jester stood before him, her hands held all slyly behind her back, swaying a little and biting her bottom lip as she looked him up and down, eyes lingering on the bulge in his pants.
Using her tail, Jester snaked the limb up the middle of her own body, catching some of the fine fabric of her nighty and hitching up, giving Max a little flash of her naked body before the fabric tumbled back down in place. ]
Oh, I think you're going to like it, Max.
[ Coming over and setting herself right in his lap, a leg kneeling either side as she wrapped her arms around his neck, cute little blue button nose against his, her forked tongue flicking out to lick over his lips. ]
[If she carries his butt, he might faint from shock.]
I already like it.
[His eyes are glued to her. When her tails snakes up, revealing that quick flash, he swallows hard. Oh sweet jesus, he's already so hard. She'll have no doubt how much he loves it when she kneels over his lap.
His hand go to her hips, first over the fabric, sliding up and down while enjoying the silky texture. Then he'll slip them under so he can run his hands up her naked curves.]
I'm afraid I have to uh... give you something else first before we keep going.
[As much as he wants to get lost in his fascination with her forked tongue, he does still have a rule he needs to follow. And, well, seeing as it's related, adjacently, to something she's already done to him, he really can't in good conscious not do this.]
[ Jester could feel his arousal where she straddled over him, gently, she started to grind, bearing down against his covered cock then backed up, just to tease him a little. His hands on her sides felt good, they were warm and large against her cooler flesh.
Swaying a little, giving him the most sultry look through heavy lashed eyes. Due to her Infernal blood, Jester truly looked devilish at that moment. Her tail, those horns and that flickering forked tongue, you could have easily mistaken her for a Succubus if you were no the wiser. Her hands smoothed over his chest then up and around his throat, fingers finally settling to tug past strands of his hair.
When he said he had to give her something before they continued, she tried not to smirk or laugh. Jester had an idea what it was and she was sure it wouldn't ruin the mood, in fact, if anything it made the anticipation all the more intense. ]
You can give me anything you like, Max. I can take it.
[ Flirting while she waited for him to present her this damned card of his. ]
[Oh, yeah, he likes her moving against him like that. It's threatening to distract him too much though. Her hands moving up around his throat too... very distracting. All her devilish charms are so very alluring.]
I'm sure you can.
[With some reluctance, he takes one of his hands away from her side so he can fish the card out of his pants pocket. It's the size of a business card, printed on both sides. He presents it to her with the 'yes' side up.]
Here. Think of it like a ... kink menu. Not everything is on here, but the important things are.
[ She leant back on his lap as she was handed the card, holding it with both hands close to her face as she read it. Her tail seemed to have a mind of its own and snaked up over her shoulder, the pointed tip reaching out and tracing down Max's chest.
Jester smirked a little, flashing him a look over the top of the little card. ]
I mean, I think I can tick a few of these off for you if you like, Maxxie~?
[ With that said, Jester dropped the card on the bed beside him, taking his tie in hand and using it to pull him closer to her face with a harsh little yank, smirking as her chest squshed against his before pushing him onto his back with her hands. She was surprisingly much stronger than she looked. ]
[His gaze was torn between her (especially the cleavage her blue teddy revealed) and her tail as it traced over his chest. Oh, that devilish tail. It was still a source of much fascination for him. He had the strangest urge to see if she would like it if he sucked on it.]
I think so too.
[His face lit up in pure delight when she tugged him close with the tie. Yes. God yes. And now they were chest to beautiful chest. But he didn't have long to enjoy it. Her strength really did surprise him. He put up no resistance, but still had a look of awe on his face when he found himself splayed out on his back.]
[ Maybe he should give it a suck and see what happens? Jester's not going to stop him, though, now he knows she could if she wanted to.
Jester shuffled and crawled over the top of him, kneeling at his middle, her thighs at each side of him, her sheer teddy crawling up past her thighs and flashing him a little peek at her naked pussy underneath it. Her hands went back to his tie, wrapping it around a hand as she slowly pulled his torso up with it, her legs keeping him in place like she was pushing and pulling him at once, just showing off a little of her strength.
That tail of hers snaked down one of his legs before sneaking under and up the trouser, cool to the touch of it against his warm skin. ]
Oh, I can do so much more than just push you around Max~
[He's just so inexperienced with tail-having people. He's not sure what the etiquette is. Can you just suck on a tail?
He's going to get brave enough to try it soon. Especially now that she's revealed her impressive strength to him. God that's sexy. Even the coolness of her skin against him brings up good feelings. He's got no aversion to cold skinned lovers, just the opposite, really.]
Oooh, is that so? Why don't you show me?
[She has him exquisitely pinned and held, but his arms are still free, so he uses a finger to pluck up the hem of her teddy, intending to give himself an even better peek at what's underneath.]
[ You can suck on it, wrap it around your wrist and yank on it when you take her from behind, it's a whole other limb to play with, he should try experimenting with it sometime.
Gods, Max is good looking, isn't he? Jester just looked down at him where he lay, trapped below her body, her hands yanking on his tie now and then, just to remind him she could toss him about if she really wanted to. ]
I don't think you could handle me, Max~?
[ She giggled, wriggling around as his fingers pulled at the hem of her teddy. leaning back and arching her hips forward. If he wanted a look, she'd give him one. Blushing a deep violet, biting at her bottom lip as she could feel his eyes on her, it made her wetter than she already was for him. ]
I'm tempted to pun you down with my legs and give you something sweet to eat.
[Oh, but she's on a whole other level of sexy. His expressions lights up when she leans back and arches for him. That goes right through his dick. Fuck yes. He smirks up at her with a challenge in his eyes.]
What's stopping you? I love a good pussy all over my face. My tongue can do more than taste...
Never been with a Tiefling before have you? Infernal heritage means I'm quite literally a demon in the sheets, Max~
[ If she had all of her spells at her command right now, she'd be casting a few on him, just to heighten this experience for him. Look in his eyes was far too seductive, how could she refuse him?
Giggling a little as she pushed up onto her knees and leant forwards, her tiny little blue pussy lingering just over his face, the folds of her lips glistening with how wet she was inside of there. ]
Oh, yea? It can, can it? Hmm, might have to put that to the test.
Oh? Is that what you are? N-no, I've never been with anyone quite like you. My little sugar demon.
[Oh yeah, he wants a taste. And he'll happily come back for seconds or thirds, if and when she gets her powers too. She's already blowing his mind, imagine how much more she could impress him?]
You might be the one pinning me, but I bet I can make you beg for mercy with just my mouth.
[He makes a big show of licking his lips while he looks up into her glistening pussy. Then he leans his head up just enough to lap lightly at her folds. Come on down and let him show you~]
[ Little Sugar demon? Oh, oh she likes being called that, the smirk that sat on her lips was proof enough of that.
Jester would have to get her Dupicity spell back next, just imagine Max's face and delight when he realizes he could have one Jester on his dick and the other on his face at the same time? ]
Oh, ho ho, thems big words Maxxie~ I never beg for anything~
[ That's a lie, she caves in and begs for things all the time! She's just never done it in the bedroom before. At his teasing lap of her wet little pussy, Jester noticeably shivered in delight. Spreading her knees and lowering herself down closer to his face, until she could feel his nose against her skin, fingers already combing through his lush black hair. ]
[He's going to remember that smirk. She'll be called that again for sure. ;)
Two jesters! He might die. (But he'll die happy. So happy.)]
Big words for a big man like me. [Now he's grinning.] They don't call me Max for nothing.
[He's not about to be daunted. She'll beg. He'll make sure of it. His grin disappears between her legs as she lowers down. He takes a long breath, inhaling the sweetness of her sex. Then his tongue probes in, with slow exploratory licks that pass nearby where her clit should be but always juuust miss it. She'll have to beg if she wants him to finally find it.
He hums a low moan when her fingers comb through his hair. What a nice time he's having.]
[ You won't hear any complaints from her about that. And yea, two Jester's, just think about the chaos they could cause, in and out of the bedroom! She'll be sure to come to Max first as soon as she has the ability back! ]
Mmm~ and what a big man you are~
[ Jester giggled at his comment, she liked that about Max, his confidence, his cockiness, and well, his cock. Speaking of his cock, Jester let her tail snake down and stroke the spaded tip along his inner leg, eventually coming to press and slowly writhe against his arousal. What? Did he really think she was just going to let him eat her out without offering some kind of pleasure in return?
The sensation of him humming into her little cunt was just bliss. Tipping her head back and letting out a moan of her own, her breath hitching every time he almost laps at the small bundle of nerves tucked neatly away at her clit. Soft whining sounds leaving her lips. ]
[His pace stuttered when her tail coiled around his cock. Wow! That was unexpected but so, so hot. He hummed louder to show his appreciation.
Meanwhile, those moans and whimpers she let fly were music to his ears. Still not begging, though. He needed to hear her say please before he gave in. For now, she would have to endure his tongue probing deeper between her folds, teasing at penetrating, but pulling back just before he does. Such sweet torture.]
[ Jester lets her tail wriggle and writhe as much as it likes, rubbing and snaking over his erection, it would wrap itself around that cock if he was naked.
She likes this, having someone's head between her thighs. It's been a while since someone made her cum with their mouth and she's looking forward to seeing what Max can do with that silver tongue of his.
Rocking her hips lightly, trying to guide him to the places she wanted to be licked at, only, he kept on moving away, slipping that stick muscle inside, just deep enough to tease. Her moaning became whining, not begging with words just yet, but certainly begging with the pouting little sounds she made. ]
[She is quickly making a good case for him to strip for her with that action. He sure as fuck wishes he were naked right now. Not enough to stop what he's doing though.
Her whimpers were growing louder and more desperate now. He could tell he had her on the verge of begging outright, and he wasn't going to give in until he heard it.
He laughed into her, a rich and rolling sound that was oh-so-smug, and he let her rock into him just a little more, let his tongue breach just a little further. But never enough to satisfy.]
[ That's the plan Max~ Make him want her as badly as she wants him, get him all worked up, and treat him to a little more than just that skilled tail.
Her whimpers tapered off a little, giving in to actual, mildly huffy groans instead. She wanted to feel that tongue everywhere godsdamn it! He wasn't making this easy for her, not in the slightest!
Rolling her hips as she set both hands gently to the side of his face, tugging lightly at his ears then scraping through the sides of his hair. ]
Maaaax~
[ She whined his name, pouting her lips and fluttering her eyelids. ]
P-pleeeeaaase~ I-... I can't stand it. You're such a tease~ Max!
[ Wriggling above him where she straddled across his face, pushing her sweet little pussy to slip and slide over his lips and tongue. ]
[Her nails scraping the side of his head felt so good he might have given in anyway, but her sweet begging is what he really wanted all along. Oh, but she sounds so good with his name on her lips.]
HH-HMMM!
[The sound he made was one of assent. And, if that didn't get the message across then his actions would speak for themselves. He buried his face hard in her pussy, drowning in the sweet smell of her all around him. Finally, he latched his mouth on the clit he'd been teasing around all this time. He alternated between sucking there and tongue fucking her as deep as he could go. He only pulled back long enough to breathe through his nose, before diving back in and attacking her right where she wanted him most. His tongue danced to the rhythm of her sweet whining, all for him.]
[There's a poorly wrapped box outside Max's door, but inside are a set of about a dozen glass jars full of edible "glitter" in a full rainbow of colors, including metallics and one that's opalescent.]
[There's a very carefully written note inside that somehow manages to have very poor penmanship]
Happy Solstice! So your cookies can be extra fabulous.
Max laughs at the coupon as he bites into one of the cookies. Ooh, These are damn good. Then, his expression softens when he turns it over and sees what she's written on the back. He might be getting a little misty-eyed.
Nott agonizes a bit over what to give Max, truth be told. In the end, she drops off a cloth packet at his door. Inside he'll find a set of silver cuff-links shaped like two capital Ms, and a note:
Happy Yule!
This is only part of your present. We're going to have to coordinate the other half. (It's a sex date, assuming you're still into that.)
His breath catches in his throat when he pulls out the cuff links. They are wonderful. He slips them into place immediately and admires them in the mirror.
Then he reads the note. Heat rushes into his face. He really can't wait to see the rest of his gift now. And... he feels really good knowing his support has meant so much to her. The feeling is mutual.
A little later he sends her a text with a picture of him wearing the cuff links.
Love these. Still very interested. Call me when you're ready to set a date.
[ A few days after this, when the flower has worn off. ]
Hey,
Thank you for helping out when you ran into me the other day. I got a little freaked out. I'm sorry if I was weird. I just want you to know I meant it, about being careful with Lucas. I won't let him get in trouble if I can help it.
[ She's gonna dodge that one, now that she no longer feels compelled to listen to suggestions and/or instructions from people. Remember vulnerability? Nah, we don't know her. ]
Yeah, it's not fun. I'll keep you up to date if anything turns up, then. Promise.
[He can't ask her to stop him. Because he can't... he can't take Lucas' choice from him. He can't become like his Master, no matter how terrified it makes him.
At least... if Lucas does get sent back, Max can have faith that he'll be going back to a job he loves and a family that loves him. Max clings to the comfort in that knowledge.]
Something I'm still getting used to about loving someone. Means you're scared for them a lot too.
I guess I don't want him to know how worried I am. I don't want him to feel guilty about it. If he asks, though, you don't have to lie. I won't ask you to do that either.
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Date: 2020-07-21 03:05 am (UTC)How would you feel about coming over here for some thorough investigating tonight? You still have a mystery to solve ;)
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Date: 2020-07-21 06:42 pm (UTC)When that message comes through, he makes a noise akin to a teenage girl getting a text from her crush. Good thing no one is here to judge him for it.]
Yes! I'm on the case! I'll have this mystery well in hand in no time at all. ;)
[He'll take a minute to check his hair in the mirror and maybe brush his teeth, and then he'll speed on over to knock on Rowan's door. He's looking very different these days. No longer in those newbie clothes, he's looking dashing in a charcoal suit and red tie combo.]
-> Action and idk why I even bothered starting in brackets XD
Date: 2020-07-21 07:29 pm (UTC)When Max knocks, Rowan scrambles to the door, opens it, and then stops dead. All of their plans vanish at the sight of the vision in front of them. "Bloody hell, you scrub up nicely!" They feel pretty drab in comparison, still wearing newbie whites, but now layered up with a shirt and a scarf. They rake their gaze over Max in all his suited glory, then lean forward, smirking wickedly, grabbing the end of Max's tie to pull him down towards him. "Just like a real detective~."
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Date: 2020-07-22 04:12 pm (UTC)"I can still pretend to be grizzled if you like that better-mmph!"
Instant heat ignites in his loins. He loves being yanked by the tie. (That's half the fun of wearing a tie!) He leans into the pull. Rowan wants him close? They got it. Close enough for Max to continue the motion into a stolen kiss. Soft at first, but he'll quickly pour on the steam, pressing in close until they are chest to chest. Damn, he's really been looking froward to this.
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Date: 2020-07-22 05:15 pm (UTC)"Don't be grizzly, I like you as you are." Rowan says, truthfully. Max is more of a teddy bear than a grizzly bear, and Rowan loves it. Another time, maybe, but for the first time, they want to have Max as he is. "Although I'd also like you lying down. And sitting down. And bending me over the desk. What do you think?" They step back, with another little tug on the tie, encouraging him to follow them into the room. As much as they enjoy showing off their prize, when it comes to nakedness they'd rather have some privacy.
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Date: 2020-07-22 05:46 pm (UTC)Because, that's been a problem in the past too. Max's own affinity for high fashion doesn't mean he finds anything less than unattractive. Sometimes, he's a little jealous, actually. He's been conditioned to care about his looks to this degree, to the point where it's hard to relax about it. It might be nice to just not give a fuck.
But any further worries about that go right by the wayside as Rowan lists off all the various ways they could have each other. Fashion is the farthest thing from his mind now.
"I think," Max says, dropping his voice low and sensual, "it's going to be hard to pick just one." So hard. He's already so hard.
Warm tingles dance in his belly as he's led by the throat into the room. The door shuts softly behind them. Now, they can really start the fun.
"First of all, I'm just dying to get this investigation underway." He steps in close and runs hands down Rowan's chest, paying close attention to any curve of the flesh he might feel beneath the fabric. "You've kept me in such a state of suspense."
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Date: 2020-07-22 06:14 pm (UTC)"Maybe you'll have to come back for a second helping sometime." They purr, finally releasing the tie to lean up and wrap their arms around Max's neck, opening their chest up to his questing hands. Rowan groans under the examination, eyelashes fluttering. There's nothing there enough to be noticable - except, maybe, a touch more weight than their leanness would otherwise suggest - but they are sensitive. "Don't act like you ain't enjoyed it." Rowan murmurs, voice low and lustful, but still with a touch of cheekiness there. And to drive home the point, they shift their leg, pushing their thigh up between Max's.
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Date: 2020-07-23 02:45 am (UTC)His fingers hesitate only a moment as they pass over Rowan's chest, he's noticed the slight difference, but it could just be fleshier pecs. Regardless, the way Rowan groans encourages him to keep probing.
"Oh, I didn't say that... I do love some good teasin-mmmm," that thought is interrupted by a low moan when Rowan's thigh presses between him, brushing against some very sensitive parts of his own. Ooh, Rowan is good at that. But Max isn't about to let himself be outdone.
His fingers drag lower until they're just starting to brush along Rowan's groin. It's featherlight touches for the moment, teasing and exploring, waiting to see what kind of reaction he'll get. And what he'll feel through the trousers. Soon, perhaps, he'll have the answer to the great mystery.
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Date: 2020-07-23 04:44 am (UTC)"Satisfied the mystery? Or does it need more investigation?" They ask, pressing butterfly light kisses along Max's jaw, emphasising the investigation side. They know what they're hoping for.
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Date: 2020-07-24 07:10 pm (UTC)At their hitch of breath, Max smiles. The motion tugs the skin of his jaw tight beneath those light kisses.
"I don't know..." he drawls, while his fingers probe a little deeper against the outer mound of Rowan's pussy, "I think I better take a closer look."
Now his fingers walk up to the waistband of their trousers, and pluck playfully at the hem. "Have to get these out of the way first."
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Date: 2020-07-24 07:53 pm (UTC)It does mean pulling away from the heat between Max's legs, though, and since they're doing that... They push him back, towards the bed, encouraging him to sit there, then take a step back and away from him. Rowan glances once, briefly, at the door, reassuring themself it's closed, before returning his attention fully to Max, as they wrap their arms around themself, slowly pulling up the edge of their shirt to reveal a sliver of skin above the waistband, a very light trail of hair disappearing beneath it. "Just the trousers?" They purr, voice low, offering much more.
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Date: 2020-07-25 01:25 pm (UTC)He reaches out for Rowan, wanting to explore more. "Mmmm. In the interest of a thorough investigation, I think I'll have to have all the evidence laid bare."
And since fair is fair... Max untucks the tail of his dress shirt and pulls the fabric up to expose a hint of his own perfectly chiseled abs.
"Don't you agree?"
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Date: 2020-07-25 01:54 pm (UTC)They half-shed their jacket with an easy shrug of their shoulders, letting it fall down their arms and back until it hangs around their waist. But Max has seen this much before, the newbie clothes underneath as unflattering as ever, even as they lift a little as Rowan reaches up to slowly unwind the scarf. They turn their back to Max to toss it and the jacket to the chair, and then as they turn back they take a half step closer, so they're within reach again.
Now the real show can begin. They smirk at Max, as they reach down, and slowly, letting Max appreciate each inch as it's revealed, start to pull their shirt up, and over their head. Unlike Max's built frame, Rowan is slender, with just enough muscle to prevent them from being bony. As they reach up to pull the shirt off and over their head, they're stretched out enough for a glimpse of red to show from under their waistband. "All of the evidence, you say?" They murmur, trailing their hands down their own body towards their trousers, slowly starting to undo them, red flashing again from under the material. "I suppose I'll just have to hope we don't uncover something too hard to swallow." They smirk, glancing at Max's crotch again. Soon.
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:53 pm (UTC)Of course, this game goes both ways. His smirk has melted into something less smug, and a lot hungrier now that Rowan's shirt is coming off. When Rowan steps into reach, his fingers dance in the air with the temptation to touch. Each small inch of skin revealed makes his heart beat just a little bit faster.
"I think it might be up to you whether it's hard to swallow..." He purrs. Oh, he saw that look, and it's warranted because even through the fine fabric of his dress pants, his bulge is significant.
Admittedly, that flash of red has Max curious. The first time he wasn't so sure he saw anything but the second time... now his attention is fully trained below Rowan's waist. His fingers will trail lightly to their hips, not attempting to pull Rowan any closer, just sitting there on their slender form as a steady hand of encouragement.
"I like what I see so far."
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Date: 2020-07-27 07:32 pm (UTC)Rowan shivers with need when Max's hands come to rest on their hips, snapping them back to what they were doing. They smile at him hungrily, breathing shallowly as they pass their hands over his, down to their waistband to push it off their hips. "And there's the rest." They say, although it's not quite true. Underneath are a pair of red lace knickers, tied together in a neat little bow on either hip. Rowan steps out of their trousers and forward to Max, sliding over him smoothly to straddle him. Unashamedly, they run their hands up his chest, pulling his shirt up a bit to expose his midriff once more. "Well, not quite. But I thought you might want to do the final reveal, mm..." Their attempt at a low murmur is hindered somewhat by a moan as they roll their hips, causing Max's erection to push against their entrance through the clothes that are left between them.
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Date: 2020-07-28 09:47 pm (UTC)His eyes sparkle with delight when those red panties are revealed. His cock throbs in agreement. Keeping his hand on Rowan's hip, he helps to guide them in as they straddle him.
"Ooh. I just love unwrapping pretty presents," he purrs.
"Red looks great on you. It will look great off of you too-- Mmmm!" The roll of Rowan's hips against his straining erection drags a low moan from his throat.
His trembling hands pick at the ribbons holding the red knickers in place. He'd love to get all of this fabric between them out of the way right now.
"Why don't you help me with my belt?" He asked, rolling his hips back to encourage Rowan. These dress pants really need to go.
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Date: 2020-07-28 10:06 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, though, there's not quite enough room to manoeuvre, so Rowan has to lift themself up a little, pulling reluctantly away from the heat of Max's crotch to give them access to Max's belt. Not that they go there immediately, instead sliding further down to cop a feel, tracing the shape of what they can reach of his cock. "Big boy." They hum, in breathless awe and approval, as they move their hand up and away again, finally, eagerly, taking to Max's belt, suddenly out of patience for more teasing.
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Date: 2020-07-29 11:54 am (UTC)"You can do," he pants, breathless with the sudden intensity of his lust, "whatever you want..." If the plan is to get Max worked up, it has succeeded with flying colors.
Max's erection strains against that touch, throbbing so hard Rowan might even feel it through the fabric. A whine rumbles out of his chest. He grinds himself eagerly against their fingers.
"I'd love to show you..." Oh, please...
Objectively, he knows he has to let Rowan move away to get the clothes off, but it's still hard to release his fingers from around them. When Rowan reaches for the belt, Max manages to lean away enough to give them space to work with, but he needs something to do with his own hands, so he combs his fingers into Rowan's hair.
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Date: 2020-07-29 12:20 pm (UTC)And then, since they're away from him anyway, they take the moment to toss away the knickers that Max undid for them, and lean over, pulling a basket out from under the bed and lifting it up to the nightstand. It's still more or less empty, for now just occupied by a small collection of lube and condoms. Obviously Rowan intends to add to it at some point. With that done, they turn their hungry gaze back to Max to see if he obeyed the order or if they need to reveal their prize themself.
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Date: 2020-07-29 05:56 pm (UTC)"Off." The command cuts through the lusty haze sharp and clear. Yes. He wants them off. He wants it all off. Nothing between them.
He fumbles with undressing, shucking the cloth away blindly because he can't tear his gaze from Rowan completely bare in front of him. Now that he's freed himself of those pesky clothes, Rowan will be able to admire how his cock twitches at the thought of soon being buried deep in their lovely folds, all eight or so inches of it.
First things first, he needs to suit up. He reaches a hand for the basket. "I'm glad you're well prepared."
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Date: 2020-07-29 06:50 pm (UTC)Moving their hands out of the way once Max has selected a condom, they settle back into the bed, spreading their legs for him, unashamedly. "We need the lube too, my body doesn't produce it itself." They warn him. "I did prep before hand - both sides, so you can choose - but I didn't realise your name was a warning, Mr. Maximum, so I may need a little more." They're just hoping that they can take him; they're shallower than a cis woman. But, oh, are they eager to try.
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Date: 2020-07-30 04:14 am (UTC)A pleased purr resonates in his chest as Rowan takes him in hand. His foreskin stretches back to reveal a little pool of precum already gathering at his tip. That should help the condom roll on nicely. In fact, it does.
"Okay, I'll make sure to be generous with it. And, you just let me know if it's starting to get uncomfortable at all."
Max has, on occasion, run into certain issues due to size differences with both men and women, so he tends to be cautious. Rowan can depend on him to take direction well in that regard.
"I choose pussy," he says, looking down to admire Rowan spread before him on the bed. His fingers, slick with lube, trace the edges of their folds, before slowly sliding in to spread more around the entrance.
"Now, I did say I needed to be thorough with this investigation didn't I...?"
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Date: 2020-07-30 05:15 am (UTC)They groan as Max starts his explorations, their eyes fluttering closed as they push up to meet his fingers eagerly. There is a small amount of wetness there, but not as much as one could expect from their obvious arousal. The only other difference that Max might be able to notice are the subtle, faded scars, hidden under the neatly groomed hair. They jerk their hips again, trying to push Max's slick fingers into themself, encouraging him. At the same time, they move their hands up, thumbs now circling Max's nipples.
"Don't go stretching the metaphor." They reply, opening their eyes with a sudden smirk, a light pinch to one nipple, and another thrust upwards. They couldn't resist; a mid-sex pun is the best type.
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Date: 2020-07-30 02:01 pm (UTC)Those groans from Rowan are all the reassurance he needs. Very clearly some circumstances are different. He has a careful eye, and has noticed the faint scars. Between that and the need for extra lube, he's able to put the pieces together. So, comes the mild thought, that's what that looks like. He finds himself a little fascinated; his free hand traces the lines while delicately playing with Rowan's neatly trimmed hair.
The jerk of Rowan's hips breaks him out of that entrancement, and brings the flood of heat back on full-force. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth at that delicious touch to his nipples.
"You're right; I can go stretching you instead."
Since they are so eager, Max thrust his fingers in deeper in time with Rowan's movement. And he'll keep that movement going faster now, while also getting his thumb in action in the place where the clit should be.
"You're sexy as hell. You know that?" Puns during sex are fucking sexy.
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Date: 2020-07-30 08:35 pm (UTC)The compliment makes them blush, though; not that it's that noticeable through cheeks already flushed with arousal. In response, they half pull Max up, half curl down to meet him, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss. "And yet, half as sexy as you." They murmur against his lips, pushing up into him again, as they pull him in close, fingernails lightly raking over his shoulder. "Look at the state you got me into, mm, with just the promise of a fuck."
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Date: 2020-08-01 01:52 am (UTC)His mouth is shaped in a smug smile when Rowan's crash into them. His chizled abs easily keep him curled up to meet that powerful kiss. The rake of fingernails over his skin causes another hiss of pleasure and a deep, low throb in his cock.
"Look at the state you've got me in," he counters. "I'm a big believer in foreplay but you've got me impatient as hell to make good on that promise right the fuck now."
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Date: 2020-08-01 09:04 am (UTC)"Says the man currently very effectively finger fucking me." They point out, this time purposely arching their hips, pushing his fingers deeper into their heat and tensing around him as best they can. "Mm... But if you want to stop so I can have a taste of your cock..." They pause, licking their lips and groaning at the thought. Oh yes, it's a good one. Pinching Max's nipple again, they tug lightly this time, testing his response further. "Unless you want to save that treat for desert."
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Date: 2020-08-02 04:55 pm (UTC)"Mmm," A shudder runs down him. That tug on his nipple is going to undo him. Combine that with teeth and nails... he's already so weak. But not too weak to keep his thumb roaming over Rowan's clit.
"There's a joke in here about eating dessert first but I'm having trouble thinking at the moment..." wonder why?
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Date: 2020-08-02 05:20 pm (UTC)"Fuck, Max..." Rowan moans wantonly, pushing up into him. "Seriously, if you want me to suck your cock with out coming first - aah! - you need to stop!" They can feel the pressure building up in the base of their stomach, their body tensing again, this time unconsciously. Not that an orgasm on their side would put an end to their fun, but they don't have the brain to articulate that right now.
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Date: 2020-08-03 01:47 am (UTC)The way they push into him, that tightening, the uncontrolled pawing at his back -- he doesn't need the warning to see what's going on. And Max has no intention of stopping now. Not when Rowan's this close to that sweet release. Will is soft or loud? He'd dying to know.
"It's okay," he purrs. The pressure of his thumb circling Rowan's clit increases. "You can get me back after." That's the beauty of a pussy after all, the fun doesn't have to stop at just one.
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Date: 2020-08-03 06:23 am (UTC)"Fuck, Max! Right there! Ah!" Unsurprisingly, Rowan is loud, openly vocalising their pleasure, making sure that he knows he's doing a good job. And isn't he just! Rowan shivers under his skilful fingers, pushing up into him desperately. And then with another loud cry they push up one more time, clutching Max down onto them, as they close their legs around his hand. They hold him in place there as they pulse around him, slim frame shivering with pleasure, before they finally relax back to the bed with a softer sigh, their hold relaxing slightly. "Mm... One way to open me up." They murmur, ghosting a lazy kiss over Max's lips. They'll be back in action in a moment, just give them a few seconds to catch their breath and ride the waves of pleasure.
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Date: 2020-08-03 08:07 pm (UTC)He was hoping for loud and is not disappointed. In fact, they are not alone in their vocalizing.
"Oh, Rowan," Max shudders as the last of their cries die down into a sigh. He finds himself breathless too, panting loudly against Rowan's cheek where he's still hunched over them. He smiles against that light kiss, feeling self-satisfied and yet so very needy.
"You keep that up and I'm not going to last long." Nothing does it for him quite like hearing such cries of pleasure.
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Date: 2020-08-03 08:23 pm (UTC)It does spur them into action, though, reluctantly pulling away from the hand between their legs. They let out a soft gasp as his fingers leave them empty, but freshly satisfied the need to return them isn't as desperate as it could be. For now they can focus on giving Max his just reward, as they push at him, indicating that he should roll over onto his back so that Rowan can take over. There's no chance that Rowan could push Max of their own accord, not in this form, but there's also no need to hold back, so their push is firm, demanding. "What were we saying about desert?" They ask, cheeky grin back in place, even if their eyes are still dark with need.
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Date: 2020-08-06 06:40 pm (UTC)With that push, Rowans meets only a token resistance before Max rolls over. Flat on his back now, Max folds his arms under his head takes in the lithe form of Rowan above him appreciatively. Such a feast for the eyes.
"Careful, if you squeeze this cannoli too hard, you might end up with cream filling all over you," he grinned like he hadn't just made the most terrible pun yet. Rowan can feel free to smack him for it.
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Date: 2020-08-06 06:53 pm (UTC)Taking advantage of their position, they roll their hands slowly down his chest, between his legs, and then back up, running both thumbs along the underside of Max's cock. "Luckily this one comes pre-wrapped for my protection." They point out, now grinning again, as they wrap one hand around his erection and stroke him slowly, ignoring the condom around him. Well, they hadn't planned to move directly to it, but if Max is going to point it out like that...
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Date: 2020-08-11 05:32 pm (UTC)"You've never had a cannoli?" He sounds scandalized. "I'll make some for you. Then you'll get why it's funny." And terrible. It's still really terrible.
"My package is pre-packaged. Is that what you're saying?" Max STAWP.
"Oooh," he shivers in delight at that thumb running the length of him. "Fuck...you make it awfully hard to think like this."
He arches into that touch, hips begging for more than just slow strokes. At first, he was exaggerating for the sake of the pun, now he's not so sure. Rowan has him so turned on.
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Date: 2020-08-11 05:44 pm (UTC)With that as warning, they lean down over him, freeing one hand from his cock in order to support themself, but in return wrapping their remaining hand around him, stroking his erection with long, steady pumps. They breathe on his neck, breath warm and heated, before nipping him there, following it up with a soothing kiss. While their touches are firmer, they're still being careful, mapping out his body and how he reacts to each touch in order to make each stroke more pleasurable than the last, slowly building up pressure and speed.
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Date: 2020-08-13 03:33 am (UTC)He's opening his mouth to ask just what Rowan has in mind when that and any other thought he ever had flies right out of his mind. His head tips back with a pleasurably tortured moan. The hand stroking him in combination with the nips to his neck have sent him right over the edge of conscious thought and into the realm of carnal, animal instinct.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck!" He cries. "Right there...shit... I..." He's having trouble articulating it, but each time Rowan nips at him his cock throbs in response. "Bite! Please!"
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Date: 2020-08-13 06:55 am (UTC)They pump Max's cock as they do so, twisting their wrist lightly with each movement, eager to make it as pleasurable as they can for him. Their thumb brushes over the tip, and they let out a frustrated little whine against Max's throat when the condom gets in the way. Pulling away from Max's neck for a moment, but keeping up the strokes on his erection, they stare down at him, hungrily. "Do you want to cum in my hands, mouth or pussy?" Because if they're keeping this up, the condom's coming off, even if it means there'll be more clean up later.
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Date: 2020-08-14 02:50 am (UTC)He wriggles in ecstatic spasms under Rowan, consumed by how good this feels, and also with the want for more. It takes him a minute to work out that Rowan has asked him a question.
"Pussy." A whine builds in the back fo his throat. Oh, fuck yes.
"But maybe...ah, you should ride me...ah, because I'm a little over-excited." He says between pants.
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Date: 2020-08-14 03:33 am (UTC)With that done, they draw away for long enough to adjust themself over him, straddling his hips. They hold his cock in place as they glide over him, shivering in anticipation as their entrance, slick and open from Max’s ministrations earlier, slides over the head of his cock. “Ready?” They smile down at him, breath shallow and collar blushed pink with arousal.
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Date: 2020-08-16 12:49 pm (UTC)He barely notices the coolness of the lube next to the wonderful sensation if Rowan's hand applying it. The state he's in, it would take more than that to quell the heat.
Now he's looking up at Rowan with hungry eyes. His breath is held in anticipation, his cock already twitching with the desire to go deeper. Part of him longs to thrust up already, but he forces his hips to stay still.
There's no masking the desperation in his voice, however. "Oh, please. Yes."
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Date: 2020-08-16 01:23 pm (UTC)One hand rests on their own thigh, leaving red marks on pale skin as they knead their own flesh with each downward motion, and as they pass the half way mark they free their other hand and seek out Max's, holding onto him painfully tightly as they lose control over the last few inches, impaling themself to the hilt. As their hips meet, Rowan throws back their head and cries out wantonly, body quivering. "Max, fuck, I..." They start, but don't finish. The ache of the stretch has slipped into pain, but even that feels good, setting Rowan's body on fire with the sensation of being stretched beyond the limits of what they have. They glance down between them to see their joined bodies and moan again at the sight, their cunt clenching even tighter around Max.
"...a moment." They half finish, drawing their joined hands up, and then guiding Max's hand between them, back to their clit, encouraging him to start helping them relax so they can start to ride him.
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Date: 2020-08-16 03:55 pm (UTC)His eyes are trained on Rowan the whole time, noticing the grip they keep on their thigh. Is this hurting? He almost speaks up. Then Rowan's hand finds his and he squeezes back, with a meaningful look him his eyes. They can stop any time.
But they don't, and the cry that flies from their lips as their hips join doesn't sound like one of pain exactly. Max lets out a whimper of his own at that clench.
"Rowan," comes his husky whisper, "take it as slow as you need to, okay?"
With their guidance, his fingers slide between them. He's already gotten a good feel for where to touch, so the pads of his fingers zero right in on their clit.
"Please tell me if it's too much," he says even as his fingers start their work. "I don't want to hurt you."
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Date: 2020-08-16 04:25 pm (UTC)With that thought, they kiss him again, before straightening up again, gasping in combination of pain and pleasure as Max's cock hits the back of their pussy. They roll their hips once more, this time more experimentally, and deciding that they're now relaxed enough, slowly start to move, using their hips and thighs to ride Max. And this time their loud, obscene moan is one of pure pleasure, to feel that large cock slide in and out of them.
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Date: 2020-08-18 02:20 am (UTC)But Rowan's hips rolling against him draws another needy whimper out of his throat. "Feels good?" He asks, just one more time. "Because you feel really great."
His fingers continue to rub against Rowan in small thrusts, aided by the opposing friction of their movement. If he could get them to come again on top of him like this... just thinking about the way Rowan had clenched on his fingers was enough to cause a little shudder to roll through him, making him moan into that kiss. How he'd love to make that happen again.
"Oh Rowan," he cries when they straighten and begin to really ride him. "I love it when you make that sound."
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Date: 2020-08-18 06:13 am (UTC)They begin to set a steady pace, shuddering with pleasure each time their bodies side together. Their experience shows, and they're not wildly bouncing on Max dick, but using controlled thrusts of their hips to move around him. Between the lube and Max opening them up further, it's slick and smooth, and Rowan is loud in their pleasure, not holding back any of their eager noises. "Just like that! Oh fuck, yes, Max, yes!"
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Date: 2020-08-19 02:59 am (UTC)It's heaven! Rowan knows what they're doing, and at no point does the angle ever go wrong. It's just a great fuckin' ride. Even as he can feel the pressure coiling low in him, he keeps his fingers moving, spurred on by those joyous noises.
He's moaning right along with them, full-throated, "Oh! Oh YES! You feel so good!"
Spasms are starting to tighten his muscles in waves, the telltale twitches pulse in his dick, but he forces his hips to stay still -- let Rowan take the lead here.
"I really want to feel you cum around me," he whines. He's pretty sure they'd take him with them.
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Date: 2020-08-19 05:04 am (UTC)Reaching up, they paw at their own chest, groping the sensitive flesh of their pecs, letting that sensation combine with Max's hand and cock, and giving Max a bit of a show at the same time. They pinch their nipple, and then pull the other hand up to do the same to the other one, rolling them between their fingers and tugging lightly, as their cries become wordless, needy and desperate. Their movements become erratic, before, suddenly, they cry out, slamming back down on Max's dick and staying there as they come hard. They clench around him, both inside and outside, muscles pulsing as they shake, hands dropping to the bed to try and support them as their slight frame shakes with the waves of pleasure. "Fuck, Max... fucking cum for me, I want to feel you cum." They manage to beg, after cresting the initial wave, opening their eyes enough to take in the handsome man beneath them.
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Date: 2020-08-20 05:13 pm (UTC)"A-ah! FUCK yeah!" He cries when Rowan slams down on him. It's so good Max is seeing pink stars behind closed eyelids.
Rowan's begging is the final drop that breaks the damn. That clenching already had him loaded and ready to explode. He goes off like a roman candle, howling so loud it threatens to shake the rafters. His back arches up as the pressure rushes out of him in wave after wave, until he finally sags under Rowan, a trembling mess limp muscle, so very, very satisfied.
"Holy shit Rowan," he manages to say between gasps for air, "that was hot as fuck."
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Date: 2020-08-20 06:02 pm (UTC)Once Max sags, Rowan finally gives into the arms that are barely holding them, collapsing onto him with a soft exhale of breath. "You're hot as fuck. 's what you deserve." Is all they can think to reply, as they lay over him, head resting on his shoulder as they breathe in deeply, skin tingling and sensitive from the after effects of their orgasm.
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Date: 2020-08-20 10:02 pm (UTC)He wraps his arms around Rowan when they collapse into him. It's a warm hug, because Max burns hot already. Add the dying fires of passion to that and he's practically a furnace.
His heart is still beating so fast, he can hear it in his ears making a sweet post coital music as it mingles with Rowan's breathing. The kind of music he could fall peacefully asleep to. He's got a few things to clean up first.
But not yet. He wants to stay like this holding Rowan just a little longer. He'll trail his fingernails lightly over their back, drawing lazy circles while he appreciates this wonderful afterglow. This feels so safe and right. He almost can't believe it's true.
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Date: 2020-08-20 10:18 pm (UTC)Finally, they find the strength to lift one hand and curl it around Max's shoulder, lifting their head just enough to catch his gaze. "Will you stay?" They ask, hopefully.
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Date: 2020-08-21 02:52 am (UTC)"I'll stay." A gentle smile crinkles his eyes. "I'd really like that."
He lifts his head enough to look down at himself. The condom is starting to feel awkward and cold on his shrinking member.
"Should probably clean up before I get too comfortable."
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Date: 2020-08-21 06:47 am (UTC)Once it's off, they sit up properly, tying it off, pleased to see that for all of the ache that they're feeling, there's no blood, so it was just stretch. Good, that means they can enjoy it without worrying. They leave it on the nightstand, and then flop back down on the bed, ineffectively tugging at the blankets that they're lying on.
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Date: 2020-08-21 01:48 pm (UTC)He's watching Rowan carefully, still with some lingering concerns of his own. He hopes, now that they are coming down from the pleasure, it won't turn into pain and regret. For now, it seems okay?
"You know," he chuckles, "It works better if you aren't laying on top of them. Let me."
If Rowan doesn't say something to stop him, he'll get to his knees so he has the leverage to scoop Rowan into his arms enough to lift the blankets out from under them. Then he'll settle them down on the bed again and drape the covers over them both.
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Date: 2020-08-21 04:11 pm (UTC)Bringing their mind away from a possible next time, once set down, they immediately wiggle back over to him, draping themself back over Max's chest, resting their head on his collar and winding their leg over his. "This okay for you?" They double check, as they bring the covers up closer around them, snuggling in.
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Date: 2020-08-22 05:51 pm (UTC)"But let me know if you get too hot. I'm told sleeping next to me is kind of like being next to a furnace set to high." His master never complains about that, but the living might.
His hand drapes over their back. The wrinkles of worry that seem to permanently gather around his eyes have smoothed away.
"Rowan... this is really nice." All of it.
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Date: 2020-08-22 06:10 pm (UTC)Yawning softly into Max's chest, Rowan seeks out his other hand, lacing their fingers together. "I'm glad, 'cos I already warned you that I'll be wanting second helpings sometime." They smile into him. "And I could get used to being held like this." Honestly, the sex was great, but cuddles are better. But they're clingy enough, best not to scare Max away too soon.
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Date: 2020-08-22 08:52 pm (UTC)"You can come back for as many helpings as you want." Oh no, he thinks sarcastically, what a terrible fate!
"I could hold you like this every night..." The moment that slips out, he takes in a sharp breath. Shit, he shouldn't have said that. What is Rowan going to think of him?
"I mean. Sorry... that came out wrong. I think you shorted out my brain."
Jesus, he's going to be the one to scare Rowan off talking like that. He'll have to get used to sleeping alone in bed eventually. He can't go around acting like he's married to anyone here just so he'll have a body to spoon every night.
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Date: 2020-08-23 08:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-23 01:04 pm (UTC)But, secretly, he wonders. Would they? Could they? It wouldn't need to be about sex every time either...
He's too afraid to voice it. So he just tightens his arm around Rowan a little more, and lets his eyes droop closed. Maybe he can bring it up again after a few more nights like this.
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Date: 2020-08-23 02:09 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2020-08-06 03:01 pm (UTC)Hey Max, you know what a biscuit is, right? A real one, not those cookie things.
Re: [video]
Date: 2020-08-06 03:05 pm (UTC)[Oh no, Corbin, have the Brits been telling lies about their definitely-actually-a-cookie biscuits.]
Of course I know what a biscuit is. Why?
Re: [video]
Date: 2020-08-06 06:57 pm (UTC)[This is the face of a desperate man]
I need some buttermilk cat head biscuits. With gravy if you can swing it, but shit, at this point I'll take em just with butter.
Cash, favors, whatever you want.
Re: [video]
Date: 2020-08-06 07:14 pm (UTC)[He's never seen someone so desperate for biscuits before.]
Re: [video]
Date: 2020-08-06 07:38 pm (UTC)So, I was talkin to Ren the other day. And she's cool, but she says she knows how to cook. And I mention I ain't had biscuits since I came here, and I definitely ain't had a cat head cause you're s'pposed to cook it in cast iron and if I brought a cast iron pan down to the kitchen I'd just get it chucked right back at my head and I don't want that. But she said she'd make me some.
[He holds up what is quite obviously a chocolate chip cookie. It... sort of has cat ears on it, but they could also be wolf ears if you squint a bit]
She dropped these off at Wicked this mornin.
Re: [video]
Date: 2020-08-06 07:55 pm (UTC)He starts to snicker, tries to cover his mouth to stop it, but it just turns into a laugh. Oh, poor Corbin.]
I guess by now you figured out biscuits mean something else on the British Isles. They look edible enough but... [snicker] they just don't scratch that itch, do they?
Don't worry, I can make the real deal. If you have a cast iron, bring it over to the Ruby Slipper and I'll use it. I haven't been able to snag my own yet.
Re: [video]
Date: 2020-08-06 08:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, Mr. Larkin cleared it up for me. They ain't bad, I think yours are better, but don't tell her I said that.
[He nods with a grin]
Yeah, I can get one, you gotta season it though, I ain't used it. Me and cookin don't get along.
[If they did then he would have made his own biscuits]
And you c'n keep the skillet.
Re: [video]
Date: 2020-08-06 08:10 pm (UTC)[Another laugh.]
Okay, you got yourself a deal. I can handle the seasoning. When it's done maybe I'll slap some bacon in it to really get it good an' ready. I need grease for the gravy after all.
If you want, I can try to give you some pointers too?
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Date: 2020-08-06 11:55 pm (UTC)I 'preciate the thought, but every time I been near a stove I burnt somethin. My ma tried to teach me how to make cupcakes and I caught her stove on fire.
I ain't gonna stop ya if you wanna try but. You know. Fair warning.
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Date: 2020-08-07 04:22 am (UTC)If it was my own kitchen I'd say let's try anyway, but I don't think I want to take the chance since it's not. I owe it to Daniel to be a little more cautious.
You're still welcome to watch me work.
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Date: 2020-08-13 03:26 am (UTC)[This is said quite cheerfully, Corbin was a good guy sure, but he was also more than happy to get spanked sometimes.]
Does watchin you work mean I get to try shit out while you make it?
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Date: 2020-08-13 07:47 pm (UTC)[A touch of pink colors Max's cheeks.]
But I'm not willing to burn the man's kitchen to make it happen. And, yes, if you hang around you automatically get to lick the spoon.
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Date: 2020-08-14 02:54 am (UTC)[He opens his mouth, closes it, decides fuck it okay, and says it]
Well, I might wanna lick somethin else too...
[It was too easy. And he really wouldn't mind.]
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Date: 2020-08-15 04:25 am (UTC)Oh yeah? I might like that.
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Date: 2020-08-16 12:47 am (UTC)[If he wasn't holding the tome Max would be getting some finger guns.]
[Okay is this awkward now? He should go back to work]
Um, anyway, I gotta get back to work, lemme know when you're makin the biscuits, okay?
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Date: 2020-08-16 06:03 pm (UTC)[The little (relatively speaking) man in his pants is perking up at the idea already. Max has to make an effort not to imagine too much.]
Come on by after work and bring me that pan. I'll have everything I need by then.
video -> Action
Date: 2020-08-16 11:00 pm (UTC)[Corbin licks his lips and grins, he's looking forward to it. Not just the biscuits, either.]
[But first he has to get through the rest of his shift, and get those tea and scones and that clotted cream from the Tea Garden, but he's got his after work plans in the back of his mind the whole time. He's eagerly anticipating it by the time he gets off work, heading back to his room to get the cast iron pan he'd managed to scavenge and heading over to the Slipper.]
[He comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, still wearing his work clothes, a loose tank top with some kind of shimmery texture to it and a pair of trousers that Daniel had picked out that fit him very flatteringly.]
[He sticks his head into the kitchen with an eager grin.]
Hey Max? You in here?
Action [switching to prose if that's okay]
Date: 2020-08-18 02:23 pm (UTC)The whole kitchen smells like cooked bacon. Max is standing over the stove with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up past his elbows, and the front of him covered by a broad black apron. On the stove is a pan full of perfectly cooked strips of thick-cut bacon. Max is using some tongs to pick them up and move them to a plate to dry.
"Thought I'd go ahead and get this part out of the way. Could use a snack while we wait anyway." Seasoning the pan will take an hour.
Of course, they might have some other ideas for how to pass the time.
Yes god thank fuck
Date: 2020-08-18 02:32 pm (UTC)"Oh hell yeah, that looks good. Here's the pan." He'll set it down next to the bacon and go ahead and grab a piece off the plate, still hot and shimmering with grease. He holds it gingerly as he takes a bite.
"Mmmm, fuck this is perfect." He leans against the counter with a content smile as he munches away on the bacon.
:)
Date: 2020-08-19 02:19 am (UTC)"Glad you approve. Have as much as you want."
He'll take the pan and set right to work washing and greasing it. Then in the oven it goes.
"Okay," he said, bumping the oven closed with his hip, "That should be done in an hour now. We've got some time to kill."
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Date: 2020-08-21 02:30 am (UTC)"Good. You want a drink?" He reached out to snag the strings of Max's apron "I figure it might be better to hang out in the club anyway." There were couches at least, which would be a lot comfortable for any shenanigans they might get up to while they waited for the pan to season.
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Date: 2020-08-22 04:40 pm (UTC)"I could go for something..." Another laugh as he was led by the apron strings out to the bar area, crunching on his bacon as he walked.
"Why don't you make me your house special?"
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Date: 2020-08-23 03:21 am (UTC)"One Ruby Slipper." For someone who's a few years short of the legal drinking age, he knows what he's doing, rimming a glass in bright red sugar. Then he'll pour some vodka and what might be grapefruit juice along with a little grenadine into a shaker with some kind of powder where it gets well shaken and then strained into the glass. The end result is intensely red, with a sliver shimmer to it, topped by the sugared rim and a cherry speared on a pick with a glittery star on the end.
"There you go. I got a whole menu that's just Oz drinks. Mr. Larkin likes to have a theme."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-23 11:34 pm (UTC)"I like the theme."
Max took the cherry out and pulled it off the stick with his teeth, making a little kiss sound before he started chewing. Then he took a proper sip from the glass.
"Mmm," his lips were stained red instantly like he had on lipstick, "Tastes like candy. Oh, these could be dangerous for me."
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Date: 2020-08-26 03:11 am (UTC)And because Max was sitting there with his lips that sweet cherry red, and Corbin sometimes didn't have the best of impulse control, he tugged on his tie. "I ain't sure if it tastes like candy. Might have to test that out." And alright, that might not have been the best line ever, but he figured it was good enough to lean forward and kiss Max and see if he could get a good taste of the drink. That he had totally helped Daniel develop and was completely aware of what it tasted like.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-27 01:55 am (UTC)Suddenly the drink was all but forgotten. Corbin's lips were much sweeter.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-27 04:25 am (UTC)But he wraps the tie around his hand a bit better, giving himself more of a grip to keep Max where he wants him. He makes a pleased noise as he tastes the sweetness on Max's tongue, sucking on it to get all the flavor off. He pulls away after a long moment and licks his lips with a smile. "Tastes pretty good." Does he mean the drink or Max's kisses? Well. Yes.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-27 04:10 pm (UTC)"Mmmm," he hums into the kiss, and keeps humming as they break away. "I'll say it does."
There's a hungry spark in Max's eyes. His gaze goes slowly to Corbin's fingers wrapped around the silk at his neck, and his grin grows.
"Looks like you have a good handle on the drink offerings. Why don't you show me what else you can whip up?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-09 05:12 am (UTC)He tugs him in for another kiss and then tugs him toward the couches along one wall. He backs them both up since there's nothing for him to stumble over or worry about. "Though uh, if you were thinkin of another drink you might wanna mention that now." He was pretty sure he'd read things right, but there was always a chance of a mix up. But for right now he had Max on an impromptu leash, and he was just fine with that.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-10 02:09 am (UTC)"You're the only drink I'm interested in," he purrs. "You can have me any way you want me." Can't get more crystal clear than that.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-14 12:22 pm (UTC)But for now he sat down on the couch, pulling on Max's tie for another kiss, because Max was a pretty good kisser and it gave him a bit of space to think of something. "Anything you don't want me doin? Hate to ruin the mood." He knew Max liked a spanking, but if Max was going to say "do what you want" he'd rather not bump into something that he really didn't like on accident. Corbin was too much of a people pleaser for that.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-15 03:55 am (UTC)Right after he finishes this kiss because Corbin is also a great kisser and he could get very used to having this as his new regular order behind the bar.
All right, now he needed to answer that question. Which... should be easy, but now he was having trouble conjuring up anything specific to say.
"Well... I'm uh, not a feet guy. So, nothing with that? I'm just as good taking and receiving, so I leave that order of preference up to you." He means that. He's a true blue switch.
"Aaand, depending on how kinky you wanna go, a little pain is fun, but not to excess? You can keep pulling on my tie all day, though, I can't get enough of that." Hopefully, that would give Corbin something to work with.
"What about you? Since we're on the subject?"
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Date: 2020-09-21 05:53 am (UTC)He did chuckle "Fair enough." He wasn't a feet guy but... well alright so there were definitely times where he was fond of a pair of shoes. Selectively so. But he could definitely respect that it wasn't everyone's thing. That's why they were having this conversation in the first place.
"I mean, mosta what I ain't into is like... humiliation and CBT. Not too much into a lotta pain either. Some of it's fine. I like causin some of it, but I wanna make sure you have a good time." He was starting to get the germ of an idea, he was a switch himself, but he was more the 'roll with what his partner was up for' sort of switch, and Max was certainly not giving off the energy of someone who planned to top that night, not with being lead around by his tie. And you didn't have to be the one putting your dick in someone to be the one topping.
"And yeah, I think I noticed about your tie." And because it was a lot of fun he gave Max another tug, but this time to the side, so he had access to what parts of his neck were exposed, to his ears and his jaw. "I think I like it m'self." He kissed along Max's jaw and over to his neck, nibbling and nipping his way along, even if he really wished there was more skin for him to taste. He might have to sacrifice the nice handle for being able to properly get his mouth on Max.
cw: slight dubcon in the middle
Date: 2020-09-21 06:38 pm (UTC)"Oh, yeah... I'm not really into humiliating anyone. Actually, I don't think I could stand to say anything too mean to a person..."
He makes a somewhat confused face at CBT. He's never actually heard that abbreviation used before. "Um. I hope you'll forgive my ignorance. I haven't been around Daniel long enough yet to pick up some of these terms. But the general idea for me is, well, I can even go so far as breaking skin or having bruises, but only the kind that are going to heal on their own in a few days, you know?" He could do more. HAS done more, but that's not his general preference unless there's someone around who's willing to pick him up and carry him to bed after. That usually requires a vampire's strength...
Corbin is reading him well today. The tie around his neck like a leash is putting him in the mood to do as he's directed rather than take the lead. Especially when Corbin leans in to kiss his neck like that.
"You could say it's one of my favorite impromptu toys..." Max is starting to say then he let's out a loud "UNF!" and practically melts into a puddle. His breath comes hard and fast, and his limb start to tremble so suddenly it's almost alarming.
"Oh, fuuuck," he groans. "That's good." Corbin has found Max's absolute favorite thing, teeth on his neck.
~One month later~
Date: 2020-10-25 12:04 am (UTC)"It's a real nice toy, I ain't ever been much for ties, but I think I could change my mind." He licks his lips as he says it, giving Max another nibble.
"You're lookin a little shaky there Max, here sit down." He'll guide him down til he's sitting on the couch next to him and then he'll swing over so he's straddling Max's lap, one hand still on that tie. "There, that better?" He unbuttons the top couple of buttons on Max's shirt, tugging on the tie to get it looser, making him look a bit disheveled. The look he's giving him is one that's eager, and he's smiling as he looks down at him, making him stew for a bit before he leans in to kiss and nibble on some more of that newly bared skin.
thought i replied to this last night only to leave it sitting open unsent!!
Date: 2020-10-25 11:59 pm (UTC)"I could put one on you some time..." He thinks Corbin would look nice in one. But Corbin looks nice in general so that's not hard.
"You're hitting my good spots," Max says as he all but collapses into the couch. A big satisfied smile spreads on his face when Corbin swings into his lap. "Much better..."
The anticipation is nearly killing him. He bites down on his bottom lip while he waits with bated breath for Corbin to make his next move. And when he does, Max groans and arches his back into that press of lips and teeth.
"Aaah god, Corbin, you're so good."
We're both amazing at this <3
Date: 2020-10-30 12:40 am (UTC)He grinds against Max's cock as he slowly undoes his buttons so he can get access to more of his throat.
"You can touch if you wanna, I promise you ain't gonna get in trouble for it." If Max wanted to touch or grope or grab that was A-ok with Corbin. He kept his hips moving slow as he felt Max's cock under him, making his own small noises.
"What am I gonna do with this now?" He asks, as if he hasn't already decided what he wants to do with Max, hard and eager underneath him.
yep XD
Date: 2020-10-30 07:32 pm (UTC)His other hand goes up to Corbin's gorgeous long hair. Fingers slide up from the nape, digging into his scalp with his nails.
"G-good things, I hope," Max replies in a voice that mixes teasing with helpless lust almost seamlessly. Everything about this already feels good.
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Date: 2020-11-01 09:44 pm (UTC)"Hell yeah good things..." He opens his eyes and watches Max for a second. "But I think I need to be wearin a bit less for anything I got planned." He can not ride Max's dick while full clothed. "You wanna help me out there?" What a silly question, of course he does.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-02 04:01 pm (UTC)"Might have to get off my lap a second to get those trousers down." But Max is eager to facilitate that, his fingers already helpfully undoing Corbin's fly.
"Unwrapping you is like unwrapping a gift."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-05 03:55 am (UTC)"Yeah, guess I might have to. I like it here though..." And he's torturing himself as much as Max, and gods does he know it as he grinds against his cock a few slow times, just to feel the way he squirms.
The compliment makes him grin. "And you ain't even got to the present yet." Gods but there was something about someone being so eager for him that just hit so many good buttons. It was hard to feel self conscious when someone was at your mercy and saying such nice things about you.
But he doesn't make Max beg too much, climbing off his lap after a few long, slow moments so he can get out of those tight pants. There's no underwear underneath them, which is handy when your goal is to get naked as soon as possible. The boots stay on as he climbs back onto Max's lap, knee high and soft black leather with crow's wing embossing up the sides. He likes this, him naked and Max still fully clothed.
"Get your cock out for me, okay Max? But the pants stay on, and don't touch yourself too much." He grabs one of the lube packs that Daniel keeps in baskets scattered around the club and then he pauses to watch Max get his cock out, reaching down to wrap a hand around it and stroke him a few times, slowly. Damn, that was a sizeable cock. He still wanted it, but this might take a bit more prep than he thought.
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Date: 2020-11-07 10:28 pm (UTC)He'd be sorry to feel Corbin go when the man finally gets up off his lap, if not for knowing the best is yet to come. And the view is so unexpectedly nice when Corbin pulls down his shorts to reveal nothing beneath. Max's grin splits wide. He likes this too. Corbin in nothing but those boots has him rock hard and ready.
"Yes, sir." Max slides himself free of his pants with practice ease. Even with the base still shrouded in fabric, his cock stands at an impressive height.
He shudders and arches slightly into Corbin's hold. He's so turned on he's already throbbing with need at each slow stroke. But if he's not allowed to touch himself then touching Corbin will have to do. His hands roam over Corbins back, down to his ass once more where he takes a cheek in each hand.
"You're one sexy man, Corbin."
[voice]
Date: 2020-08-14 08:31 am (UTC)It's off.
The competition.
I'm not doing it.
Re: [voice]
Date: 2020-08-15 03:56 am (UTC)[voice]
Date: 2020-08-15 09:15 am (UTC)....
Guess I didn't like thinkin of the story you told.
Lexa said it was beneath me. Seems like it was pissing a lot of people off.
Re: [voice]
Date: 2020-08-16 11:50 am (UTC)I'm happy to hear you've called it off.
[Rowan is probably happy too. They were pretty upset when they saw Max and Ren going at it publicly.]
(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-17 12:16 pm (UTC)My friends at home keep me from doing stupid shit most of the time. I don't have people to do that for me here. Lexa's good, but, I can't put that on one person.
So.
If you catch me being a dumbass. Say so.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-18 04:08 pm (UTC)[That sounds like a lot of trust she's placing in him. He's touched.]
I already spoke up once. I can do it again.
How about you do me the same courtesy? If you hear me talking out of my ass about something, let me know. Deal?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-19 07:59 am (UTC)I'm not really good at noticing what other people are doing.
…but I could try?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-19 08:02 pm (UTC)But that's all I ask. Just try. It never hurts to have someone to keep you honest. And I wouldn't ask you to take criticism from me if I couldn't take it back.
Video
Date: 2020-09-02 12:05 pm (UTC)How else are they meant to respond to two people that they were already smothering crushes for getting them something that fixes the bane of their life in this place? Max and Lucas might not realise it, but they've gifted Rowan back body autonomy, given them an escape from the problem of the baths that was slowly growing into an irritant that would have lead to their dysphoria returning. There's not enough money, favour or love in the world that can repay such a gift, but it's not going to stop them from trying.] You git, you'd better get over here so I can thank you properly!
Re: Video
Date: 2020-09-02 01:25 pm (UTC)Then he looks closer and sees the shower. And hears the affection in those harsh words. And realizes...OH! Those are happy tears.
He smiles and lets out the breath he'd been holding.]
I'm glad you like it. Lucas told me about the idea and I... I just wanted to help make you happy.
[Now is tone turns sassy.]
Ooh, eager to try it out are we? In that case, I'll be right over.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-02 01:54 pm (UTC)You made me so happy, I can't... I don't... Just get over here.
switch to prose on the next one?
Date: 2020-09-02 04:38 pm (UTC)[Not that he'd ever turn down a good time with Rowan, but he is mostly teasing about trying it out. He will happily accept warm hugs. More than happily.
He gets there as fast as he can, and knocks on the door. When Rowan opens up, they will find Max in a slightly more casual state of dress: beige trousers, a royal blue shirt and light blue tie. He's starting to branch his fashion out beyond black suits.]
-> action (and yes absolutely to prose)
Date: 2020-09-02 05:16 pm (UTC)"You little shit." They punctuate each word with another kiss, pressing up as close to him as they physically can, absolutely not worried that they're still in the corridor. "Why'd you waste favour on me?"
Max probably won't get much of a chance to see, but he might be able to feel that Rowan has also come by a change of clothes, the newbie trousers having finally been replaced by a pair of skinny jeans that fit almost like a second skin around their legs - and bum, not that it's visible under the long, loose t-shirt that they're wearing, covered by an undone button up.
action forever
Date: 2020-09-02 07:34 pm (UTC)He melts against Rowan, turning into putty at the onslaught of kisses. Each word from Rowan has him grinning harder and harder.
He does peripherally notice the change of clothes, being attuned to such things, but he's got more important things to occupy his mind. Like how CUTE Rowan is being. And how happy they are.
"For the record," he says when he can get a word in edgewise, "it's not a waste."
He wraps Rowan up tight in his arms and starts walking them backward into the room. Because they really should get out of the doorway.
"Seeing you this happy is worth double the price." Kiss. "Triple!" Kiss. Kiss. "I can't think of anything I'd rather use it on."
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Date: 2020-09-02 08:29 pm (UTC)Using their hold on his shoulders, they press down for a moment, giving him a moment's warning before they jump up, wrapping their legs around Max, trusting him to be able to take their weight as they claim his lips in another firey kiss. "You're a git." They kiss him again, pressing as close as they physically can. "Thank you."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-03 04:37 am (UTC)"Yeah well," he tries to mimic their tone of endearing admonishment. "You're cute." He punctuates that with a kiss to the tip of their nose.
"And you are very welcome."
His expressions turns more serious now. "I know we haven't talked a lot, explicitly, about your general life experience but... I'm sure some things can't be easy. And well... people can be real motherfuckers about it where I'm from. I just really want you to know I care about you so much. And I'm damn grateful I met you."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-03 08:03 am (UTC)“You... thank you.” They kiss him again, words still failing them, but briefly this time. “Max, thank you so much, you don’t know how much this means to me.” How can they ever repay him and Lucas for this?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-03 02:52 pm (UTC)There's so few people he feels he can be his better, more genuine, self around. Rowan is sitting tied for the top of that list. It's not even about what they know, or don't know. It's that, for all they find him attractive, they've always wanted to talk to him too, and to listen. Really listen. And he doesn't think there's any way he can possibly tell them how much it means to find someone he can share so much of his soul to. But what he can't put into words, he will strive to put into deeds.
"No, maybe I don't all the way. But I'd like to."
He pulls away from the kiss to take a breath. And finally looks down at Rowan's new ensemble. He's finally able to appreciate the feel of jean fabric beneath his hands.
"I like you new style, by the way. Or, is this the old style?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-03 04:53 pm (UTC)At least the remark on their clothes is enough of a distraction from that thought. "Mm? Oh, yeah. Old style. Thank fuck. I dunno that I could have put up with those trousers much longer." Except they could have, because replacing them meant spending money. "I see you lost the jacket today as well." They belatedly realise, hands stroking over Max's shoulders as they look at what they can see, as appreciative as ever.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-03 05:05 pm (UTC)"Oh? Yeah. What do you think? I'm trying out dressing slightly down. It feels weird to be the one guy going around in a full suit the whole time. And...well, the suit thing was always for my Master's taste. I'm trying to see if it still fits here."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-03 05:27 pm (UTC)"It's a bit late to worry about what you're wearing after the whole castle has seen you streaking, don't you think?" Rowan smirks, hand curling around the tie and tugging a little. Oh, they remember the reaction they got from that the first time they pulled Max into their room, it's just a shame that from this position they can't take full advantage of it. Not that there's any other disadvantages to it, especially with Max's hands firmly placed under their bum still. "But I like it. I mean, you'd look good in a potato sack, but this really suits you."
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Date: 2020-09-03 08:48 pm (UTC)A purr rumbles in his throat and he leans slightly into the pull on that tie. He'd been content with just a friendly get-together but if Rowan is going to go and do that, his motor can't help but rev up a little.
"Thanks. I'll be sure to keep experimenting. Maybe I can put on a little fashion show for you some time. Or maybe..." he starts to walk them slowly into the room heading for the bed, "I'll do a different kind of show." The kind where clothes come off instead of on.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-03 09:13 pm (UTC)"The kind of show where you might keep your hat on?" They suggest, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your birthday suit is my favourite one, by a mile."
Noticing that they're heading towards the bed, though, Rowan tugs again. "Hey, don't you want to see what your hard work earned you the free use of?" They suggest, looking pointedly over his shoulder at the new door set into what was previously a plain wall.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-04 03:21 am (UTC)"Well, I dont have a hat, but I do have a tie. And I've been known to leave it on." Because it does make such a nice handle.
"Buuuut, silk doesn't do well with water, so, maybe we'll save that." He turns and starts toward the shower door because HELL YEAH he wants to try it out.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-04 07:42 am (UTC)Trusting Max to keep them safe, they free their other arm from around him as well, sliding both hands up his tie now. “Shame. But it’d be a shame to ruin it too.” Clever fingers fiddle with the knot, loosening it enough that they can tug it wider, and then undo it, taking their sweet time, and letting it tug around Max’s neck in the process. “It’d better wait for another time.”
As they finally undo it and let it slide off his neck, their fingers moving to the top button of his shirt, undoing it and then pushing it aside so they can lean in to kiss just below his Adam’s apple.
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Date: 2020-09-04 02:42 pm (UTC)He easily bears their weight when they release their hands to start loosening his tie. He even begins to sway with them, almost like they are slow dancing.
"There will be plenty of other times. You know I can't resist you." Especially not when Rowan kisses him there and like that.
His head tips back slightly, so his throat is even more wide open. A lovely shiver travels down his spine.
"I never get tired of that." He says, voice husk already.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-04 07:32 pm (UTC)"So I was thinking." They murmur, before placing another kiss. "It might be time," another kiss, "for your investigation," another kiss; this time slightly to one side, "to take a new angle." They nip down, just under his jaw, not hard enough to leave any kind of mark even immediately, just enough for him to feel it. And just in case that wasn't enough to get the message across, they drape their arms around his shoulders again, taking some of their weight there so they can rub their arse into the hands placed there.
...And yes, this isn't getting to the shower. But Max is so distracting, who can blame them?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-05 03:08 am (UTC)"Mmmm," he rumbles, "I would looove to continue this investigation into new territories, but if you keep doing that while I'm holding you, you're going to end up with a bruise on your ass instead." He says this good naturedly enough, but it's half-true. God, one day he's going to get over that weakness but it's not today.
NSFW from here down
Date: 2020-09-05 03:23 am (UTC)They don’t stop there, though, slowly, inch by inch, folding their legs under them, kissing along the strong lines of Max’s chest, hidden under his shirt. “Maybe I’ll have to find something else to nibble on instead.” They fold their knees under them, coming to rest with their lips hovering over Max’s crotch and look up at him.
Re: NSFW from here down
Date: 2020-09-05 03:15 pm (UTC)A shudder rolls through him. The muscles of his chest jump as if shocked by the electricity in Rowan's lips. He's having trouble catching his breath. The sight of Rowan kneeling before him has stolen it all away.
"I wouldn't dream of stopping you," he threads his fingers into their hair and scrapes nails against their scalp, lightly encouraging.
"I'm all yours."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-05 03:28 pm (UTC)They tilt their head into that light scratch, enjoying it enough to let their eyes flutter closed as they lean into kiss Max's cock through his trousers. Their hands slide along his waistband, teasing fingers dipping underneath until they reach his belt and flies, which they start to work on as their kiss turns into a nuzzle, pressing their face up against him through his clothes.
"And I'm all yours." They reply, glancing up at him with a smile as they hook their fingers under his briefs to make sure they don't catch on anything sensitive, and then pull both them and his trousers down in one go.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-06 12:42 am (UTC)His lips part in an expression on unfiltered desire watching them nuzzle in close. He continues to scratch lightly on Rowan's hair, giving a few encouraging presses too. The moment their fingers hook into his briefs, he feels his heart thud with excitement knowing what they intend a split second before they yank down.
His erection swings free of the fabric. And Max laughs because he's about to say the worst possible thing and he already knows it's bad but he still can't stop himself.
"Someone's happy to see you."
Told you it was bad.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-06 04:11 am (UTC)“You can stuff that joke where the sun don’t shine... along with your cock.” Rowan chuckles, but they squirm slightly, thinking about it inside them. Soon. But first...
They lean in, rubbing their cheek against Max’s erection, lips parted slightly as they draw back towards the head. “Max...” They murmur, voice low and husky, full of need and want. “Will you let me have you raw?”
If he asks for a condom they’ll respect his wishes without question, but they’ve been thinking about this for weeks now. Everyone here says it’s safe, but it still doesn’t feel it, but with Max, illogical as it is, they do feel safe. And they’re desperate to try; Max coming over them when they were all together igniting a need that Rowan’s been ignoring for years. They want to taste the musk that fills their scented nose this close to him, to pull back the foreskin and lavish attention on the head of his cock, and then later to feel him fill them up with his hot seed, and as they look up at Max, his cock on their cheek, pleading eyes large and darkened by lust, they hope he can tell just how desperate they are for him.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-06 12:32 pm (UTC)Rowan's reply really makes the experience. God, he loves that they can both fire back on each other like this. Rowan is so clever and witty and cute and...
His dick gives a heartfelt throb against their cheek at the word 'raw.' That's almost answer enough, but this request requires more than that.
"Yes," he whispers with a throat that's gone very dry.
Max has always strictly practiced safe sex when it comes to other humans (vampires are a different story). Most his encounters were and are one night affairs, so it makes sense. If he's going to be going at it with just anyone, it's an absolute necessity. But Rowan isn't 'just anyone' and here, he's been told, there's no consequences to fear. It leaves his dying to ditch the rubber. Out of respect for everyone else, he hasn't voiced that desire.
But now...
"Fuck yes."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-06 12:51 pm (UTC)Max's enthusiastic reply gets Rowan's blood pumping, as much as the task ahead of them. They part their lips, and start by delicately lapping over the tip, gently pulling the foreskin back for getter access. The taste is more sour than they imagined, but it doesn't put them off, pulling the foreskin back further so they can lavish attention around the whole head, before parting their lips enough to take it between them and suckle lightly, bobbing their head to give the illusion of friction between them.
Then they draw back completely and look up at Max again. "God, I love giving head so much." They murmur, huskily. "Remind me why I haven't done this to you get?" They don't wait for his reply, but part their lips wide and start to swallow him, eager to see how much they can manage, eyes still rolled up to watch Max's response.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-06 07:34 pm (UTC)It wasn't that he thought Rowan didn't like it, it's just that he had so many things he'd wanted to do to Rowan first. He jumped the line.
But it's his cock that's jumping now in Rowan's mouth. "Oh, fuck! Your're good at it," he says as his head tilts back, eyes going half-lidded. "Oh, MMmmm!"
His hand tightens in their hair involuntarily. Jesus FUCK that's good.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-06 07:43 pm (UTC)They moan around Max's cock as he pulls on their hair, eyes falling back to the task at hand as they try and relax their throat, wanting to take him right to the base. They don't quite manage, making it most of the way down before they have to stop and pull back, lavishing attention on him with their tongue as they do. It's even better than normal without the sharp taste of the latex, Max's scent filling their senses and turning them on even more as they take another attempt to deep throat him, determined to manage.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-08 04:42 pm (UTC)He'll have later to think more about that. Right now, he's consumed with just how good Rowan's mouth feels enveloping him. He makes low noises of encouragement as they work their way down on him. The amount they've taken in already is impressive. But he can tell they are trying to go for the gold while not quite succeeding yet.
"Rowan," his voice is full of lust, but also just a hint of concern, "it's okay if you don't get it all. Believe me, this feels great."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-08 05:24 pm (UTC)Finally letting Max's erection drop from their lips, they continue the hand job as they look up at him. "You're underestimating how much I get off from this, from feeling your cock fill me up." And with that, they'll part their lips again and swallow him down in one smooth motion. This time they almost reach the base, their nose just a hair's breadth from touching him, and they remain their for a moment, enjoying the weight and feel of him, before they draw back again to where they can bob their head and tease him with their tongue at the same time.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-09 12:11 am (UTC)Hearing Rowan talk about how his cock fills them up causes another hard throb. Pleasant memories of how tight they were around him before come back to mind, causing his heart to flutter in his chest.
"F-fuck, Rowan!" he cries when they go back down on him. He spasms in the back of their throat. Those throbs in his dick increase in frequency with every bob of their mouth over him.
"God, you have me so worked up with that. You better be careful."
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Date: 2020-09-09 05:58 pm (UTC)His shoulder blades draw together with the tension of his efforts to stay grounded, to keep his knees from going out from under him while Rowan bobs on his dick. His fingers tighten in their hair, nails scraping their scalp. He wants to keep his eyes open, to keep looking at Rowan looking at him like that! But the force of his pleasure is too great, his eyes roll back and his chin tips to the ceiling.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK, that's good!
"O-oh," he whimpers, his hips quiver as the impending release builds, "I-I'm going to-!"
He can't stop it. For the briefest of moments he considers trying to pull away, but the motion turns into a jittery half-thrust that only pushes him deeper into Rowan's mouth. And it's all too little too late. His hot seed spills out accompanied by a thunderous cry that rings off the walls.
"Oh...god..." he murmurs when the climax ebbs, at last. "I might need to sit down." His legs feel like two rubber bands, and he doesn't think Rowan can catch him.
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Date: 2020-09-09 06:10 pm (UTC)For a moment they hesitate - they've never had someone come in their mouth before, and they don't want to fuck it up. Should they try and swallow, or draw back and let Max come over their face? But then it's too late; Max pushes into them and comes, pulsing in their mouth.
Rowan's hand on his hip turns into a grip, and they splutter a little, but manage to swallow most of it, gulping down around Max to try and keep themself from making a mess. By the end they're panting slightly, but looking very self satisfied as they draw back, licking the last of it from Max's cock, until his spent member falls from their lips. There's a trickle of cum in the corner of their mouth, and Rowan glances up at Max, intending to lick it away while looking at him before Max speaks.
Immediately they jump to their feet, their hand pulling Max's arm over their shoulders as they do so, supporting him. "I've got you. Think you can manage to get to the chair? It's only a few steps." And they'll be there for him to lean on every step of the way, of course. Their voice is a little husky, but they don't notice, all attention on keeping Max safe.
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Date: 2020-09-09 07:34 pm (UTC)Suddenly they're up and putting an arm under him for support, which is nice, but maybe not as absolutely necessary as he made it sound.
"Yeah, yeah," Max rushes to assure them. "No, it's fine. I'll be fine."
Now, he's trying not to laugh because the concern is really touching and it's mostly himself he's laughing at for being so dramatic.
"I just mean, you really did a number on me. I'll be okay though, really. I promise!"
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Date: 2020-09-09 08:00 pm (UTC)The pout that they pull is probably ruined somewhat by that trickle of cum still in the corner of their mouth, though. Not to mention the way that they can't quite manage to keep it, hints of their smirk showing through underneath.
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Date: 2020-09-09 09:20 pm (UTC)"I think think the evidence," Max brushes that small bit of drying slick from the corner of their mouth and holds it out as proof, "speaks for itself. Unless my investigation skills are way off."
Fuck, why is it so hot to see his cum on their face? Hang on, Rowan, because Max has a feeling there's going to be an encore. --Just give him some time and he will deliver on those promises he made earlier. They still have a shower to christen, after all.
"I loved that a lot and you know it. I can't believe how lucky I am right now."
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Date: 2020-09-10 05:51 am (UTC)They lean into him, resting their head on his shoulder and idly playing with the remaining buttons on his shirt. Their own need is still present within them, but for now it's burning low, letting them enjoy the moment. "I'm glad you got to be the first guy I tasted." They would have been just as happy with Lucas as well, but they feel so comfortable and safe with both of them that it was really just a toss up of who got there first. But Max won out, and now they get to curl up in his lap like the cat that got the cream.
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Date: 2020-09-11 02:52 am (UTC)What were they talking about...? He'd completely forgotten. He's not even sure what Rowan said to him just now. Wait. Wait. Yes, he does know.
"I was really your first?" He asks with a mixture of warm pride and awe.
There's a brief twinge when he remembers someone else who he'd unknowilingly been the first for. That had gone disastrously. But, no, not even those thoughts can ruin this mood. Rowan is too cute and simultaneously sensual curled up like a milk-drunk cat him his lap.
"I'm really touched that you trusted me with that. And I... I really liked it." Did he say that already? Well, it's worth repeating.
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Date: 2020-09-11 06:29 am (UTC)"Not my first blow job, obviously." Rowan chuckles. "But without a condom, yeah." They take a breath, hand still fiddling with Max's shirt lazily. "I don't... I don't really do relationships. Never have done. So I have to be careful, and my Mums made sure I knew what I was doing and that I was being responsible as a kid."
Rowan slowly trails a hand down Max's chest. "I've never slept with one person as much as I've slept with you or Lucas. You both might have sold me on it, though. I didn't realise there was so much to already knowing your partner." They look up at him, grinning. "You'd better be careful, I think I'm getting addicted to you."
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Date: 2020-09-12 04:03 am (UTC)"I'm glad your mums were so proactive in protecting you." He runs his hands up their arms in a reassuring gesture. Their relative inexperience does not in any way bother him.
"I have one or two people at home I see repeatedly," he hesitates to say how very committed he is to his master because, as far as Rowan knows, that's just his job. "And, it is really nice to already have all the first meeting awkwardness out of the way...to form a deeper connection."
He smiles so fondly at Rowan. He can feel that pressure in his chest that he refuses to name squeezing him tight again. "You and Lucas, by far, are the closest I've ever been with someone. So... if you're in danger of getting addicted then, It might be too late for both of us already. I don't think I could possibly give up what we have now." He hopes they feel the same.
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Date: 2020-09-12 09:27 am (UTC)"Good. 'Cos I ain't planning on going anywhere, so you're both stuck with me." At least until Rowan can set the pair of them up together. Then maybe they'll have to withdraw a little. But they'll see what happens when that happens. For now, they just lean in to claim a loving kiss, sweet and loving, but their lips parted slightly in unconscious invitation.
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Date: 2020-09-12 05:55 pm (UTC)There's a flame in them that sparks so pure and hot that he can see it in the grey glow of their eyes every time they look at him. Such a surety of purpose, such a fierce protectiveness in them --Max admires it more than he could ever say. He feels so safe just knowing he has Rowan at his back, no matter what he'll face here.
"Oh no," he puts a hand dramatically over his forehead, "what ever will we do?"
He can think of some things. He kisses them deeply, probing his tongue between their parted lips, letting it explore over teeth and tongue, and even glancing over the inside of their cheek like he wants to memorize every part of them. Maybe that's exactly what he wants to do.
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Date: 2020-09-12 06:18 pm (UTC)And as they kiss, their hand continues fiddling with his shirt until - whoops! There goes another button. And another. And if Max doesn't stop them, Rowan will undo each button in turn until they can push his shirt open and slide their hands over his chest, drinking in the feel of his firm muscles under their soft fingers.
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:24 pm (UTC)When their hands slides down his chest, he breaks away from the kiss to let out a low needy moan.
"Oooh, if you keep going like this, I might just decide to take you over the back of this chair." That's not a threat, that's a promise.
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:50 pm (UTC)"Besides, you need to get past my jeans first." They add, before leaning in and claiming another kiss, their hands moving back down to his chest to map out those firm muscles some more.
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Date: 2020-09-14 04:16 am (UTC)He appreciates the care they are taking. Those pants look great on Rowan. Really great. But jean flavored rug burns are not going to be a good look on Max.
"Mmm can't be that hard..." he murmurs until the kiss cuts him off.
But, oh look, he's got his strength back already. Putting both hands around Rowan's thighs, he holds them tight to him, and stands, saying, "Hang on."
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Date: 2020-09-14 05:48 am (UTC)"Whoops~" They murmur, completely unapologetically as they trace their hand down his spine, pressing up into his neck, parting their lips and then purposefully stilling, their breath teasingly warm against his throat. Well, Max did say he wanted to be tempted. And when he's got such a sensitive erogenous zone it'd be rude not to take advantage.
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Date: 2020-09-15 03:09 am (UTC)"hhhhmm," he breathes, "you're cheating again..." He doesn't sound sorry either. "God help me if you find any of my other hots spots."
Maybe one day Rowan can interrogate them out of him.
"That's it. Now you're going to get it."
He flips around and sets Rowan down on the chair. Then he tosses his shirt away, and strips down his trousers and underwear too. (The tie stays.) Rowan can have a nice look at just what their teasing is doing for him, now, because that erection is waking back up.
"Time to get those pants off you," he says, already reaching to push up Rowans shirt to get access to them.
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Date: 2020-09-15 06:08 am (UTC)They arch their hips into his hands, allowing him to undo the flies and reveal the boyshorts underneath, the elastic held taut over their hips to to reveal a glimpse of the dark hair under. They don’t let him admire the view too long, though, but push him away and stand up. Turning around, they pull their shirts off and toss them away, then bend themself over the chair, presenting their arse to Max, the jeans moulding perfectly around it. “You going to give it to me?” They smirk, looking back at him over their shoulder.
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Date: 2020-09-15 06:28 pm (UTC)He likes the nice line they cut across Rowan's hip. He also, instinctively reaches out, intending to drag a finger lightly down that trail of dark hair. The texture would be fun to explore -- Rowan doesn't give him the time for it.
Not that he's sorry because now he has a perfect ass in front of him just begging to be played with.
"Da-yum," Max's voice is full of appreciation. "How did you even get those on so tight?" Mark tight, tight jeans as a newly discovered turn-on for him.
"I'll give you everything and more when you're lookin' at me like that."
He smacks Rowan' playfully. Then his hands go to the waistband, and start to shimmy those jeans down. He's being careful because he doesn't want to rip them. He definitely wants to see them again.
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Date: 2020-09-15 07:02 pm (UTC)That light smack as them letting out another pleased noise, and they resist the urge to arch their back into it, instead focusing on relaxing their legs to make it easier for Max to peel them free of their trousers. Only once they're free of them do they part their legs a little more and push themself up on to their toes, stretching out their legs and arse to give Max a better view. "Better without? Or should I put them back on?" They tease.
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Date: 2020-09-17 01:40 am (UTC)"We both know the real treat is what's inside those jeans. So, it has to be without. But they do such a nice job of showing it off."
He delivers another smack, slightly harder this time, since they are pushing themself up so nicely.
"If I could get away with hanging a frame around this right here, I'd do it." He makes a square with his fingers and looks at Rowan through it, "Picture perfect. True art."
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Date: 2020-09-17 08:39 am (UTC)“Might make it a bit awkward to go through doors.” Rowan points out, giving Max a moment to admire them, before straightening out and turning to him. They don’t more in immediately though, instead very bluntly checking him out, their eyes raking over his face, his chest, and then down between his legs, clearly pleaded with what they see.
“Anyway, you can say that, but you’re perfect all over, like some kind of Greek statue. Only better ‘cos you come with bad puns.”
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Date: 2020-09-18 03:08 am (UTC)"Sure, those marble statues have great asses, but they servely lack in personality. When I've eaten three times my weight in cookies around here, at least I'll still have the bad jokes."
All of this, of course, is just a cover for the slight anxiety talking about his looks always brings. He doesn't look like this just for his master anymore, but it still puts Max in a weird place.
With Rowan, however, it's less so. Because he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that they like him for more than just his six-pack and dick. The whole package is important. So, he's happy he can deliver.
"Oh, any my baking skills. I'll still have those too."
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Date: 2020-09-18 01:35 pm (UTC)And speaking of keeping their hands off him, they allow their hand to trail down his body, heading towards that swinging dick. "You forgot your DIY skills, though. You'd still be able to nail me up against a wall."
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Date: 2020-09-18 06:05 pm (UTC)His belly jumps at the touch while he gives a light snicker. Oh no, don't let Rowan find out he's ticklish. The startled laugh quickly changes to a pleased rumble as their hands travel down. Only to have him snorting again at that master level pun.
"Ha! Well, how else do you hang a picture frame?"
If Rowan directs their attention down, they'll be able to see (and maybe feel) just how fun an idea Max thinks that is. His hips aren't swinging anymore, but there's still plenty of throbbing movement.
"Of course, on the shower wall, I'd have to use a special tool...You've really gotta drill deep against tile."
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Date: 2020-09-18 06:56 pm (UTC)"Right, 'course. And you'll really need to hammer it home. I think I know just the one for the job, though." Their fingers loop around him loosely, stroking from base to tip with a teasingly light grip. "Is the shower wall where you want me?"
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Date: 2020-09-19 03:44 am (UTC)"We did say we wanted to break it in, didn't we? I think you'd look great pressed up against the tile with water rolling down you."
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Date: 2020-09-19 08:44 am (UTC)After a glance at the spray, they lean up against the wall in a spot where the water isn't washing over them, but instead on the edges of the spray where it hits their body like light rain. As they arch their back, arms crossed on the tile, presenting their arse to Max again, droplets gather and trickle down their pale back, down, around and in between the cheeks. "Got that frame ready, or just going to nail me to the wall as I am?" They ask, glancing back over their shoulder at him. "There's lube in the basket under the bed."
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Date: 2020-09-20 10:35 pm (UTC)The moment Rowan's hand is gone, he feels the loss like a hot heat. He's a moth drawn to that flame. Oh Christ, what a flame. Rowan's show under the water has the blood throbbing through him like thunder in his ears.
He hurries to fetch the lube from under the bed, fumbling the basket a few times in his rush. Coordination is hard when all your blood is flowing south. He clenches the lube in one fist and hurries back to the shower.
"Damn Rowan, you're like a living wet dream," says Max as he runs his hands down their back, following the path of the water until he reaches their ass. He pauses to fully appreciate the lovedly shaped of it, stroking fingers down slowly, like it's so prescius he really could set a shrine up on it.
"I am never going to get tired of seeing you like this. You know that?"
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Date: 2020-09-21 06:14 am (UTC)"Only trying to live up to you, love." Not that they have any body insecurities that can actually be fixed, but damn. Max is a sight to see himself, and with the water dripping over those muscles leaving his skin glimmering in the light... It's just a shame from this angle they can't get a better look. "Anyway, you can have me as often as you want." A touch of redness comes to their cheeks, and they do pull away so they can twist enough to press a slightly awkward kiss to Max's lips. "It's the least I can do for what you've done for me."
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Date: 2020-09-21 07:41 pm (UTC)He steps in close, not caring how the spray hits him, because what he wants right now is just to hold Rowan close to him, wrapped tight in his arms from behind. When they twist to kiss him, he's right there, leaning in to complete the connection.
"I'm so glad you're happy with it. The only reward I ever needed was that. The rest of this is sweet, sweet icing on the cake."
Being pressed close has some advantages. For instance, while he says that last, his molten dick slides against their backside, sliding against the crease gently, promising so much more. He knows he'll have to break away and break out the lube before he can make good on those promises, but this is the perfect angle to lean in and lick the droplets off of ridge of Rowan's ear with gentle testing flicks of his tongue. Why hurry? Rowan isn't the only one who knows how to tease.
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Date: 2020-09-21 08:38 pm (UTC)But then Max shifts, guiding his erection between their cheeks, and a mewl of need escapes Rowan's lips, followed by an arch of their back as he licks their ear. No one's thought to pay attention to the ridge before, and it's more sensitive than Rowan knew, each lap causing a sharp intake of breath. "You're too good to me." They manage to murmur, turning their head a little into him to encourage more. As they do so, they push themself up, rubbing themself up against Max's dick. He might be in the mood to tease, but Rowan's feeling even more wanton than usual.
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Date: 2020-09-23 06:02 pm (UTC)"Nothing too good for you," he whispers against their ear between more licks and then a playful nip.
"Oh fuuuck," he moans when they press against him. The friction is so good. Too good! "Fuck, I can't resist when you do that."
So much for not being in a hurry. Rowan will hear the distinctive 'pop' of the lube top opening. Max spreads a generous amount on his fingers and then slides them down to play at Rowan's opening. He's forced to lean away a little to have room to maneuver, but the height difference makes it so that he can hunch forward and keep his mouth pressed up to their neck while he works his fingers slowly around their hole.
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Date: 2020-09-23 06:56 pm (UTC)But they get what they want anyway - sort of. As Max curls around them, they press against the wall again to give him a bit more space and present themself to him again. But then he only teases, sliding his fingers around their smooth entrance, not giving them the friction and stretch that their body is desperate for. They growl softly, then push back against him, hoping they're slick enough that that'll cause him to slip inside. "Fair's fair! You keep teasing me, I'm going to do all I can to get you to hurry up and fuck me."
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Date: 2020-09-24 01:56 pm (UTC)"That just makes me want to tease you more. I like seeing you desperate like this."
But, whoops, their tactic works. They push against him and his finger pops into them just like they hope. But Max can go with that. Perseverance should be rewarded. He presses in more, stroking inside of them, teasing along the inner warmth with a purpose in mind.
"Rowan, this isn't something I've thought to ask before but... do you have a prostate?"
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Date: 2020-09-24 02:16 pm (UTC)They let it hang in the air between them, knowing their body well enough to know he's close, clenching around him slightly in anticipation. And when Max does brush against their prostate they make no attempt to hide it, crying out, their whole body clenching this time, toes curling and fists bunching. "Enough of, ah, an answer?" They turn to him again, gazing at him with a needy, lusty gaze.
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Date: 2020-09-26 10:11 pm (UTC)"Oh ho~ What fun," he says "This requires further investigation."
He twitches his finger against that same spot again. But now his dick is starting to throb with eagerness. It wants a turn.
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Date: 2020-09-27 03:40 am (UTC)“Max, fuck, oh fuck!” They won’t be able to hold off long with such direct attention.
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Date: 2020-09-29 04:33 pm (UTC)"Do you want me to let up before you come, or should I keep going?" His fingers stills while he waits for the answer. He won't mind either way.
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Date: 2020-09-29 04:42 pm (UTC)"Let me come." They beg. They're not going to last long anyway, and it'll relax them and make it easier for Max to prepare them.
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Date: 2020-09-29 04:47 pm (UTC)He kisses the ridge of their ear, and tightens his hold around them. Then his fingers press in on their prostate again, this time with laser focus. He won't stop or slow until he hears their cries bouncing off the tile walls.
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Date: 2020-09-29 04:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-01 04:47 pm (UTC)"I am never, ever, going to get tired of hearing my name on your lips," Max whispers huskily into their ear. "Fuck, Rowan..."
As an afterthought he adds, "Don't worry, I can hold you up all day like this."
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Date: 2020-10-01 04:57 pm (UTC)After a minute or so, once they've more or less got their breathing back under control, they open their eyes again. Their body has relaxed around him, even more so than before, and they smile back at Max, taking more of their weight again cautiously. "You should take advantage while I'm relaxed." They murmur, pushing back on his hand, to indicate what they're after. "You must be ready to get yours. Just leave my prostate until you have me warmed up again?"
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Date: 2020-10-05 09:07 pm (UTC)"Just hope I don't pop too soon." He probably won't since Rowan already got him once, but then again... they are so fucking sexy there's no telling how long he'll really be able to hold out. Only one way to find out.
He takes his cock in hand and presses to their opening, guiding the movement slowly so Rowan will feel every glorious inch of it.
"I'll, uh, do my best not to go too hard at it yet. Fair?"
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Date: 2020-10-05 10:33 pm (UTC)"Fair. I guess a long, slow fuck is a good way of finding out how long the hot water lasts." They laugh, smiling back at Max over their shoulder, but at the same time wiggling against him, encouraging him to take them.
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Date: 2020-10-06 09:01 pm (UTC)"Oh, Fuck, Rowan... you feel so good," he pants against their back while he pushes in, trying and failing to control his breathing. Without the condom over him, he can feel it all in new and heighened detail.
A shiver of pure pleasure runs down his back when he finally comes to a stop burried completely inside them. He presses a kiss to their shoulder, then their neck, then teases the lobe of their ear with his tongue.
"How you doing?"
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Date: 2020-10-07 06:57 am (UTC)They moan as Max teases their ear, snapped out of their reverie. "You feel amazing." They breathe, lifting his hand to their lips to kiss, in lieu of kissing the man himself. They want to ask him just to hold them like this for a moment, to let them feel this connection for a moment longer, but in the end chicken out. Instead, they shift their hand so they can kiss down to Max's wrist, then lightly graze their teeth over the tender skin there. "Fuck me, Max. Make me scream your name."
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Date: 2020-10-08 03:37 pm (UTC)"I'll fuck you until you don't even remember how to form words," he grows in their ear. "How does that sound?"
He wouldn't give Rowan time to respond before drawing out in one slick motion and thrusting in again. The motion ripping a moan from his own throat in the process.
"Fuck, Rowan...!" He cries as he pumps into them, "Fuck, you're so good! You feel so good!"
Distantly, he remembers he's supposed to be going easy on them. Lord, he is trying. But it's hard to hold back with this pressure building behind his eyes. The pleasure coils like a spring tight in his belly.
"Oh fuck, I'm getting close already."
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Date: 2020-10-08 04:09 pm (UTC)And then as Max's cock grazes over their prostate they scream out, arching into him, desperate for more. "Max, oh god! Oh fuck!" Going easy on them has just taken a flying leap out of the window, along with Rowan's self control.
Shifting a bit, they push up into Max, spreading their legs wider for him, hoping he'll be able to fuck them deeper and harder. And taking their weight on their shoulders, they reach down with their free hand between their legs, stroking their clit eagerly. "God, Max, I can't wait to feel you fill me up. You - oh, fuck! You feel so fucking good inside me!"
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Date: 2020-10-10 02:30 am (UTC)Then Rowan's cry of pleasure cuts across it all, and Max feels a powerful throb pull his dick tight.
"Rowannnnn!" God, he couldn't slow down now if he wanted to. As they shift open for him, he changes the angle of his hips just slightly, so now he's driving up into them, as deep as he can go.
"I want to fill you with my hot cum," he groans against their ear. His free hand shifts up their front, seeking out their hardened nipple. He's so close, but he'll take Rowan with him if he can.
"Come for me, Rowan. I want you to squeeze every last drop out of me! Milk me dry!"
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Date: 2020-10-10 06:54 am (UTC)If they weren't, well, Rowan, they might have felt the need to be ashamed for how quickly Max got them going again, but they don't feel any shame in this. Who wouldn't get wound up again by the way Max is pounding into them, stretching them out, his breath heavy on their skin? The way he crowds Rowan into the wall, his hands holding them up and down at the same time, the noises he fills the air with. But more than that, Rowan loves that it's Max doing these things to them; that it's Max crying out their name, that it's Max's hands on their body. He feels right against them in ways they can't describe: two bodies melding into one, claiming and being claimed by each other.
"Oh, oh fuck, Max! I-- fuck!" Another thrust past their prostate has stars bursting behind Rowan's eyes, and they scream out his name again as they tense tightly around him and come hard.
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Date: 2020-10-11 05:28 am (UTC)I love you cries a voice in his mind. He bites down on it before he can give it voice.
"Oh fuck, Rowan! Rowan!" He can almost see the steam rising off their wet skin. With how hot this is, it's not hard to imagine at all.
Rowan cries out loudly and he can feel them tensing around him. He thrust in one last time, deep and hard with a hitching breath, and then guttural cry escapes him, while he spills over in waves of hot pleasure.
"Oh! Oh, Rowan!" He clings to them while it shakes him to his core. It seems to go on forever, his cock pumping more than he ever imagined he had to give.
When the last wave finally recedes, he whimpers and leans into them on wobbling legs. "Oh fuck. Oh, holy fuck."
He can't be any more articulate than that so, instead, he showers Rowan's back in kisses, while he tries his best not to collapse.
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Date: 2020-10-11 10:16 am (UTC)And when it starts to fade, they feel impossibly full, breath coming in short bursts, Max's heavy body a warm blanket in contrast to the colder tile. "That. Very much that." They manage to gasp, giving his hand a weak squeeze. Standing is difficult, and they're not sure they could if they weren't trapped between Max and the wall, but pulling away will certainly mean that he slips out, and they want to enjoy this feeling a little longer.
Rowan does pull Max's hand closer and kiss the knuckles of his fingers though, since they can't kiss the man himself. Then they close their eyes again and try to get their breath back, luxuriating in Max's presence. And then, "we should sit. Before we fall." They're very reluctant. But it's kind of necessary.
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Date: 2020-10-11 03:10 pm (UTC)"I guess so..." he answers with the same reluctance, while he presses his face into their wet hair and nuzzles in. Let him just have a few more seconds of this...
Okay. Fine.
With a sigh of longing, he pulls out and puts his back to the cold tile. From there, he'll do a --mostly-- controlled slide down the wall and come to a sitting position next to them.
"Well, the good news is, there's still hot water."
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Date: 2020-10-11 03:25 pm (UTC)Without his weight on their back, though, there's nothing to stop them from sinking to their knees, likewise using their grip on the wall to control the fall. Then they shift over to slide into Max's lap, legs off to one side and their side against his chest. There, they can finally claim a long, sweet kiss, one hand resting over his heart and the other on his cheek.
"You're hot enough I wouldn't notice if it weren't." Rowan chuckles when they finally break it, nuzzling into his cheek. "That was something else, Max."
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Date: 2020-10-11 11:30 pm (UTC)"I think you must be describing yourself," he laughs. "Every time I think you couldn't possibly get sexier, you go and set the bar higher. You never stop blowing my mind."
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Date: 2020-10-12 09:00 am (UTC)They run their fingers over his cheeks, smiling at him. “And I’m looking forward to things getting even better. Somehow.”
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Date: 2020-10-12 01:43 pm (UTC)He gives them an affectionate squeeze. Good, he'd glad they want to keep coming back for more. He doesn't think he could stand it any other way. They are too much fun. Way too much.
"Seriously, I'm so glad we've clicked so well. Everything with you feels as natural as can be."
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Date: 2020-10-12 07:59 pm (UTC)"And I'm glad too. You and Lucas are the first ones to have me coming back for more, and I love the sex and all, but I feel so comfortable with you just hanging out too." They grin toothily. "Not that I'm so great at keeping my hands off you."
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Date: 2020-10-14 02:19 pm (UTC)"One of these days we'll manage to be too tired to get horny and just hang out. One of these days." Not that he looks at all sorry about the continuous amounts of amazing sex they have.
"You can always beat me off with a stick. But then again, I might like that."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-14 02:50 pm (UTC)"Let's clean off and dry off and see how long we last now? If we can't survive not jumping one another just after sex there ain't no hope for us." Rowan suggests with a laugh. But honestly, it's just an excuse to keep Max with them longer.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-15 02:24 am (UTC)"Good idea. Although, I do have pretty good recovery times, I'm sure you've noticed." Well, that's one thing to thank his Master for.
"But, yeah, I think I might be good and done for a while now." Probably.
"Need help up?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-15 05:12 pm (UTC)"I ain't complaining about a break. Anyway, it's not as though you can't have me any day of the week." They grin at him. They could probably actually go again, given a bit of a break, but they're also perfectly satisfied to stop here in favour of spending some non-sexy time with Max. "We should head out somewhere public, then we'll have to keep our hands to ourselves." In theory, anyway.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-18 03:47 am (UTC)"Out in public might be the only way. Also, it might not hurt to go grab something to eat. Or some coffee."
A thought occurs. "That could be the closest we've ever gotten to a traditional date."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-19 04:08 pm (UTC)"Yeah, that'd be nice. You can keep the coffee, though." Rowan manages to laugh, scrambling to their feet with Max's help. "It's tea or nothing for me." Releasing Max's hand, they step back into the full stream, letting it rinse off the evidence of their activity - from their skin at least. They hesitate a moment, and then reluctantly arch their back a little to start washing lube and cum from their entrance.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-20 05:27 am (UTC)"Ah, should have known you were a tea drinker. Don't let Lucas hear you say it. He hates the stuff. I don't mind it but I prefer beans."
Max will wait his turn patiently, admiring the sight of them under the water while he does. He can't lie, there's something intensely satisfying about seeing his own seed dripping from their ass like that.
"This shower really is pretty handy. But, you don't happen to have a blow-dryer too?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-20 01:09 pm (UTC)They start to dry themself off, but they're watching Max as they do so, enjoying the chance to admire the way he moves without distraction. "It ain't that bad, though, your hair'll dry off quick enough."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-22 05:41 am (UTC)"It's not really the wet part I'm worried about. It's just the texture of my hair is... let's just say it's going to be very poofy. Promise not to laugh?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-22 07:50 am (UTC)They start to pull their clothes back on, wiggling into their jeans with easy practise. “But we can also go out via your room if it makes you feel better.”
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-23 04:44 pm (UTC)He watches with some fascination while they wiggled back into those jeans. He had wondered just how the hell a person gets those on.
"More power to you for being able to wear those," he says, stepping out of the shower, "I don't think I'd be able to do it."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-23 05:42 pm (UTC)"And you'd never be able to wear them 'cos you're packing heat and a half." Rowan teases. "Plus you got all those lovely muscles in your legs. There are some advantages to being a stick, right?" They pull their shirts on next, then cross over to the desk to brush a comb through their hair and work a handful of mousse through, sweeping it to one side as usual.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-26 01:09 am (UTC)He makes quick work of drying himself off, spending the majority of that energy on toweling off his hair, for all the good it will do.
"Yeah, pretty sure I'd rip the seams out of 'em. That would be a waste." Max makes a show of looking up and down Rowan's legs. "But they sure do look good on you. So you go ahead and take that burden for me."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-27 08:06 pm (UTC)"So what you're saying is I should get you a pair of arseless chaps and cut the middleman." They smirk, watching him just as blatantly. Why not? There are many things to admire about Max, and his body is one of them.
might be about time to wrap this one too.
Date: 2020-10-30 03:57 am (UTC)He makes a sound like the Pillsbury Doughboy as when they poke him "Hoo Hoo!" And it cracks him up. Him, a doughboy? Not unless he really overdoes it on the cookies here.
He raises a brow at them, pausing halfway through pulling his trousers on. "Assless chaps, huh? That's one thing I've not worn yet. Could be fun."
He enjoys their looking while he finishes pulling his various articles of clothing on. Theirs is a wonderfully affectionate gaze.
"Okay. Look at that. We both managed to get our clothes back on without getting sidetracked. So far so good. We better hurry and get going before it's too late."
I think so!
Date: 2020-10-30 01:19 pm (UTC)Crossing over, they take his arm, kissing his cheek affectionately. "So we did! Come on, then, let's get out in public before I start stripping you again." They tug him towards the door, happy to get to spend the day with him.
Done!
Date: 2020-10-30 01:48 pm (UTC)He loops his arm in theirs and lets himself be tugged along. It's nice. It's nice to go out together like this. It almost feels... like a date. but he will put that thought aside and just enjoy himself and their company. What a rare and wonderful gift it is.
three days after fuck tent
Date: 2020-09-10 10:13 pm (UTC)Things I love to receive:
- spanking
- play with my hair
- biting
- teeth on neck
- toys
- restraints (ropes)
- restraints (cuffs)
- held down by strong person
- led around by tie
Please turn over and read back
and on the back:
Hard No's (not to be done under any circumstances):
receiving
- degradation (teasing ok)
- gags
- your feet on me
- collar
giving
- degradation
Please turn over and read front
A note is delivered alongside with the box of cards that reads:
Hello Max,
hand these cards to anyone that you have any form of sexual encounter with before you start, even if you've had sexual relations with them before now. Make sure they at the very least read the back of the cards.
I included the collar on the Hard Nos, but you can obviously tell Rowan and Lucas that they are exceptions to that one. When you report to me in two months with the diary, we can talk about removing that point if you've experimented with it by then and know where you stand.
[And, to soften the blow a bit with a fun prospect, he adds:]
Unrelated: If you want to, ask Rowan if they would be interested in playing with the two of us some time; me directing and you two acting it out. We can talk about the details of the scene if they say yes.
-Jackie.
[Comment Not Here]
Date: 2020-09-11 03:45 am (UTC)"What the fuck?" He says to his empty room.
First, he has to keep a sexcapade journal, now this? Is Jackie trying to murder his sex life completely? He drags a hand down his face as he reads and re-reads the cards. There's a twinge of anger at seeing collars placed firmly on the no list. Even with Jackie's note on that point, he wants to rail against it. He didn't say he hated them! He said he didn't know! And his experience with Lilith wasn't so bad. He'd struggled for other reasons during that but...
He sighs, remembering Jackie's order. Only Lucas or Rowan. And if he wants that to change then he'd better get one of them to help him explore it. But if he does... then it has to go in the journal.
"Augh!" He squeezes the back of his neck, another tension headache is on its way. How is he going to explain that? Or the cards? Or ANY of this? Can he not tell them about the journal...? They are both such private people, Rowan especially...
Speaking of...that note at the end gives him a whole different spike of anxiety. A play date, like what he and Jackie talked about during his feeding? Could they? But how the hell is he going to broach that idea? Will Rowan go for it?
He just doesn't know. He doesn't know about any of this. A week or so ago he was happy enough to run around the castle with his balls on display for all to see, now he's considering taking a break from any kind of relations at all. Could he do that? Maybe just until the two months is up? But that might only prolong the suffering.
"Fuck my life..." And fuck Jackie too! What the hell has he gotten into?
NSFW from the get go, about a week since tent event
Date: 2020-09-11 03:23 pm (UTC)With the shadows of the fuck tent lurking in the back of his mind.
Even after talking to Rowan, their book, he's left with so many questions. Mostly about himself. It was a glimpse into the wider world of sexual encounters that he never knew he wanted or needed. And he's not sure which was a scarier truth out of the two.
I trust you.
His words to Max, Max's words to him. If anyone could understand it was him. He'd come over wearing just his shorts and dog tags, not bothering with more after a long bath. With those thoughts hanging over his head, Lucas knocks the back of his hand against Max's door. "Hey, are you busy?"
here we gooo
Date: 2020-09-11 03:42 pm (UTC)But, every day that passed, he became a little more anxious. Neither of them had done much in the way of flirting. They both needed time to process it. But Max couldn't help feeling that time is running short. Soon, Lucas will want his company in the way they've both become accustomed to. But there's just one problem...
Jackie's notebook.
If Max gives Lucas what he wants, he'll have to tell-all about it later. If he doesn't... Lucas will want to know why. Max doesn't think he can lie to Lucas. No, he knows he can't.
"No, I'm not busy. You can come in," Max says, tossing aside the box of cards Jackie had printed for him. He's not ready yet. Is he? To start handing them out. He doesn't know.
Max tries to keep his voice casual, but it's a bit strained when he sees Lucas there in nothing but his shorts and those tags, "What's up?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-11 04:44 pm (UTC)"Oh, uh. Just wanted to swing by and say hi." Breath catches in his chest. "That's all. I can come back. No biggie."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-11 04:48 pm (UTC)"Please?"
Well. Now he's going to have to commit. There's no way Lucas won't know something's wrong.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-11 05:50 pm (UTC)"Yeah. Yeah," He draws in closer, reaching out without thinking to clasp Max's hand.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," A squeeze of his hand around Max's he hopes is reassuring, "But I'm here either way. Okay?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-11 05:59 pm (UTC)"I need to." Max says seriously. "I need to tell you. Something happened at the circus. Actually, a lot of things did. It wasn't just you. It was...a bunch of moments all at once that started to paint a picture that... isn't so pretty. And now I'm trying to figure out what to do about it."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-11 06:31 pm (UTC)I'm not leaving you.
"Let's sit down. You can tell me everything." He swallows hard, steeling his insides against rising dread that trickles cold up his spine. "Okay?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-12 04:37 am (UTC)"So." He blows out a breath. "You remember that list Jester painted on my back as a joke? Well, Jackie didn't think it was funny."
Actually, Jackie was furious. Max almost worried the vampire might do something to the trickster about it. Thankfully, Max talked him down.
"I tried to tell him it wasn't a big deal but... well... Jackie knows...what I am." Max rubs at the back of his neck. At that stark reminder of his subservient status. "He pointed out that, because of it, I'm not really the best at...setting boundaries for myself."
Max looks at Lucas, trying to gauge how the Medium is taking all of this so far.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-12 11:52 am (UTC)"Yeah," A slight frown at the memory of the list. Max had brushed it off at the time but now? Should he have pushed more? But Jackie was on the case. Someone who, it seems, can better look out for the man. Ignoring how that makes his chest ache Lucas bobs his head in a nod.
"I'm sorry for not--" Lucas stops himself short, wondering with a sudden spike of dread if he'd ever crossed any of these unseen lines. He hopes not. God, he hopes not or he'll never forgive himself. Shaking his head, he presses on. It's not about him, this is about Max. "And is...he right about that? The boundary thing?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-12 10:06 pm (UTC)He wants to look away in shame while he answers this, but he keeps his eyes on Lucas, searching him for any sign that this might be the final dealbreaker.
"Yes. He is. But, I didn't realize it. I had no idea. I thought I was... I thought it was okay to just keep going like I was. I wanted to make everyone else happy so much, sometimes I'd agree to something I wasn't fully into just because I liked the idea of them liking it. You know?"
Like the gags. He'd almost done that with Lucas. If the Medium had been less in-tune to Max's emotions, they might have. And even now, Max can't say he would have been sorry for it. Which is why... he needs those cards.
"It took someone who's more familiar with this stuff to point it out. So that's why..." Max reaches for the box and opens it. He lifts out one of the cards, yes side up, and hands it to Lucas. "He had these made for me."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-13 04:08 am (UTC)Lucas holds Max's gaze, and holds his breath, taking the card.
"Biting, yeah, toys..." Okay that one does get a fond sort of smile. As his eyes skim each line he quiets mouths some of these, nodding for some until he gets to the ropes. He swallows thickly, and moves on, flipping the card over.
"Oof yeah, feet." His nose wrinkles at that, "Degradation...collars...Hm."
Flicking the card against his fingers Lucas looks back up to Max, "Honestly? It's...not a half bad idea? Like I'm sure it's awkward as fuck, but I was just talking to Rowan about this, actually. Talk about timing?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-13 08:23 pm (UTC)"By the way, you and Rowan are exceptions to the no collar rule." God, now he's going to have to explain that too, isn't he? "Because... that one isn't actually a hard no as much as an...unknown. Jackie made me promise to only do it with people I trust and, well, you're it."
He sighs heavily. "Oh yeah, and there's one other thing too..." Is it too late to enter a monastery for life?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-13 08:45 pm (UTC)"Oh, I'm...I'd be glad to help you figure that out," His face goes a little red, even if he has no idea how, it's for Max. He's going to help!
But, this all seemed to be...a lot. At once. Poor Max is really getting thrown into the deep end, but the way he says that makes the hair on the back of Lucas's neck prick up.
"What's the other thing?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-13 09:01 pm (UTC)"Jackie gave me an assignment. I'm supposed to...journal about every sexual encounter I have. You know, write down what I did and what I liked or didn't like. And he wants me to report back to him with it in two months."
Two whole months... god only knows what they could potentially get up to in that time.
"So, you see my problem!"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-13 09:09 pm (UTC)Seriously.
For a long moment Lucas just turns the card over his hands a few times. Two months is damn long time. He wants to learn all these new things with Max, together. It's not like they won't spend time together outside of a bed, but that's a part of what they have now. Lucas doesn't want to lose that, too.
So if Jackie has to read this later, he'll just have to deal with knowing that.
"I don't mind if you write about us." He looks aside to Max, making sure to catch the man's gaze.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-13 10:46 pm (UTC)"You... you don't?" No. That can't be right. Lucas has to be... "Because I mind. I mind a lot. I don't want you to..." He huffs out a breath.
"Look, Rowan isn't happy about it either. They are going to talk to Jackie, so maybe he'll... relax it a little. So, we could just hold off for a little while..." As much as the idea kills him.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-13 10:58 pm (UTC)Max seems set on this path, though. Lucas shuts his mouth, jaw clenching. If it's the only way to be with Max then he wants to, even with the damn journal. But he's not going to push, because he's already fucked this up enough.
"Yeah, we could do that." The smile never reaches his eyes. "Maybe I can teach you how to make lebkuchen?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-15 01:19 am (UTC)Lucas' smile with no eyes pierces his heart. He can see what pain he's caused. But, he can't see the way out.
He takes the Medium's hand. "Lucas, I want to be with you. I want to share everything with you. But, if I'm going to become a person who can give you everything, I need to figure this out... I need some time." He squeezes in a way he hopes is reassuring.
Then he asks, in the lightest tone he can manage, "What are...lebkuchen?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-15 01:44 am (UTC)Hopefully.
"I don't mean to make this harder on you," He says instead, letting the moment pass him by, but squeezing with every ounce of sincerity he can into his hold around Max. It's just as plain to him that he's causing the man to hurt, too. "You know where to find me, if you need anything."
Taking a breath, he soldiers on. "It's like fluffy gingerbread. Might be fun to bake together sometime soon?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-15 03:00 pm (UTC)With a sigh, he lets the rest of that conversation drop. He can't... he can't just make it all better. No matter how much he wants to. But, that doesn't mean he wants Lucas to leave him alone completely. So, he latches on to the lebkuchen as a means to keep Lucas there.
"There's nothing I'd love more than to bake something with you right now. You say they're like gingerbread? That's... just in time for the season, isn't it?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-16 01:24 am (UTC)Give Max time to figure this out, or at least part of it. But, like Rowan said, not enough that Max gets lost in his own emotions.
"Yeah," He manages a smile, "It's kind of a winter treat from Germany. And, I'd love to bake it with you. Mom makes them for me so---" His voice cracks a little. "Sometimes."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-17 01:52 am (UTC)He doesn't want to break off everything. He's just too confused about the sex side right now.
"Oh yeah? Your mom? Would you... tell me about her?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-17 02:45 am (UTC)If nothing else, he considers Max one of his closest friends here. He's not losing that, too.
"I wish I could show you, I'm thinking about asking my Patron about it actually. Share memories. But," His smile grows fond, "She's all of five foot two, but still tall enough to bend my ear when I'm being stupid." That gets a small laugh, "She'd love you. She cooks but I think she'd like to have someone better than me to boss around."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-17 07:46 pm (UTC)Max's smile is genuine but slightly melancholy. He never had a mom to cook with. Or do anything with. She left before he was old enough to remember her. But, oh! To meet Lucas' mother --wouldn't that be something?
"You can do that too? Show your memories to other people?" He sounds enchanted by the idea. Lucas really could show Max his mother?
"I'd... I'd really love if I could meet her. Or, maybe even just feel like I've met her. If you had that power back could you..." his breath catches in his lungs suddenly. "...Could you show me old memories of my dad... or sister?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-18 03:48 am (UTC)"Well, I can't do it yet, but the more I experience, the older I get, the more these abilities sort of expand out. So I could learn it there some day, but why not try here?" Now his face lifts, latching onto the idea even more. "I want you to meet her, even if it's just from here."
And he taps his head, before his expression fully lights up, "Yeah! I can show you those memories again, and...I could see them too. I'd really like that!"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-18 03:49 pm (UTC)Wow, a Medium is always learning and expanding? Just imagine the kind of force Lucas could be to reckon with in ten more years -- even five more years?
"You would?" He brightens. "Is that... something you can do right now?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-18 07:15 pm (UTC)Now the flicker of the idea he started with Edgar is a full-fledged flame, burning with the desire of helping those he cares for. If it helps, even for a few minutes, to relive those precious memories, it's worth asking his Patron for.
"But I will." A promise. "But if you want...I can do a reading now, and tell you? Or we can wait. I'm okay, either way."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-19 03:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-19 04:46 pm (UTC)He takes a breath, thinking along the same lines as Max. Having that painful memory helps him understand the man better, so for that reason alone he's not sorry for it. Only the circumstances around finding out.
"For people, if you want me to try and find something specific, it's easier if you picture your Dad or your sister. Everything else slips me by when I have a narrower target," A sigh, "By accident, it's no wonder I picked up on...that. Traumatic events are what this ability is used for the best. It helps me for the cold cases I handle, for example."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-20 11:02 pm (UTC)That second method however. "You readings of people sounds... intense. So, when you do this for your job you have to watch stuff like... that... a lot?" Is it always traumatic things? How can Lucas stand it?
"When you do it on people is it like watching a movie still?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-21 01:20 am (UTC)Lucas breathes out a long sigh, shoulders sagging. "I see it like you would see it, like I was you. Most of the time," His voice quiets. "It's their last moments."
For a brief moment eyes close, before they open, trained on Max. "If it can bring closure, I'll do it a thousand times over."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-21 01:41 pm (UTC)Max's breath catches in his chest. Lucas' didn't just see his worst moment? He...lived it. And he does that for people's deaths. All the time?
Max can't think of anything to say, so he wraps Lucas up in his arms instead, and holds him to tight.
Then, finally, the words do come. "You are the most selfless goddamn person I've ever met. People all like to say they'd die for someone, but you really do it. Over and over again, don't you?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-21 02:54 pm (UTC)"It's my job," Lucas insists quietly. Selfless? He doesn't give it much thought and buries his face briefly into Max's chest. "It's nothing special, what else am I supposed to do with it? Taking up a boring old desk job?"
No way in hell.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-21 03:05 pm (UTC)"As if it isn't a miracle that a man like you was born who can both do the job and sit there humbly saying 'what else was I supposed to do?' If you don't see how special that is then...I don't know what to tell you."
The real heroes, as far as Max has ever been concerned, are the ones who never think of themselves as one.
"You're the rarest type of man there is," he says, kissing Lucas' on his crown. "That's why I want you to stay around." Even if they can't be intimate at the moment, he never wants to lose this connection with Lucas. That, too, is something rare and special.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-21 05:55 pm (UTC)Until he met Max.
"Dude, I'm not going anywhere," He clings just a little tighter. "There's nothing short of telling me to take a hike that will change that, okay? No matter what."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-22 01:16 am (UTC)I love you.
The thought swirls in his mind. He should say it. But now isn't the time. Not when he's just told Lucas he won't be with him. That he can't for a while. This isn't the moment but...Now Max knows it's really true.
"No matter what," Max echoes.
He presses his lips to Lucas' head and leaves them there. speaking fondly against the man's hair.
"There is a memory I'd like you to have. Something I'd like you to know. Tell me when you're ready to see it?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-22 04:10 am (UTC)They could get through this together, in time.
Truth be told Lucas is content to stay this way for a while longer, until Max speaks again. He smiles against the man's chest, nodding.
"I'd like to...I'm ready, when you are. Okay?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-23 08:22 pm (UTC)[Happy birthday to you~" His dad and sister's singing is about as pleasant as a cat's yowling to listen too, but it still puts a big smile on his face.
"Now, I know it's not going to impress mister big-time chef-to-be over here," his dad is saying as he lowered a frosted hunk that's supposed to be a cake down in front of Max. "But, just imagine this is how your decorating would turn out after a whole night of drinking, huh?"
The blue buttermilk icing is unevenly distributed over the cake top, with writing on top of that in royal blue that reads 'Happy 21st Birthday Jonah!' There are plastic beer bottle stuck all over the cake and, at the top, a set of plastic costume glasses shaped like beer mugs. He can see himself in the weird yellow reflection. He has a smile so wide it's threatening to leap off his round face.
"Aaaaand," his dad is saying proudly, "we can't forget to light the candles. But, oh no! I forgot my lighter. I guess we'll just have to use this instead."
His dad reaches under the table and comes back up with a butane kitchen torch, a top-of-the-line one, just like the kind he'd seen in that chef magazine.
"Oh my god! You didn't?" His hands clap together with excitement.
"Why don't you do the honors, Jo?" His dad hands over the torch.
"Just don't burn the whole house down," his sister Jennifer teases. She makes a big show of stepping back from him and the flame.
He fires up the torch and sits there admiring it for a moment, in awe of such a wonderful gift. Then he turns it to the candles and lights them up, accidentally melting half of them away in the process. "Oops."
"Guess that's why you still need to be in school," his father jokes. "Go ahead, blow them out and make a wish."
"I don't know what else I have to wish for," he says, hovering over the candles. Maybe snow for Christmas, he thinks. Then he blows them all out, to the applause of his sister and dad.
"Okay," his dad says, clapping him on the shoulder. "Now that you've made it all the way to manhood, it's time for you to have that first drink with me. I save this for only the most special of occasions."
His dad fills two shot glasses with a strange clear alcohol that has little golden flakes in it. Then offers one to his son to take.
"Can I have some too?" Jennifer asks. The blond eyes those glasses with jealousy. But dad shakes his head.
"Awww," she pouts.
They lift their now full shot glasses. His dad makes a toast. "No matter how far life will carry you, be it here or maybe all the way to Paris, I want you to remember one thing: I could never be more proud of you, son. Happy birthday."
He drinks and instantly sputters at the sting of the alcohol, stronger than anything he's ever tasted. He uses that as the excuse for why his eyes are suddenly watering so much. Just the alcohol. Definitely. He's not crying...]
(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-26 03:19 pm (UTC)His own birthdays were just as quiet, but his Mom made no less of an effort than Max's family. The connection makes the memory more dear, with a pang of homesickness that's bittersweet, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes.
The present, the torch that would save - condemn? - his life a few days later. What a gift, and one that Jonah's father would never know had changed so much.
It's the toast that does Lucas in. He never had a father figure growing up and to hear the pride in Mr. Lewis's voice cracked what little resolve he has left. Smiling bright while tears finally slip free and roll down his cheeks.
"...Thank you," He manages to croak out, blinking away the reading so he can better look up to Max again.
getting close to wrapping this one too maybe?
Date: 2020-09-27 08:21 pm (UTC)Max strokes the tear away from Lucas' cheek with his thumb, cupping the man's face. "No. Thank you. For sticking by me through all this. And for trusting me, even knowing what you know."
Yeah good to wind down!
Date: 2020-09-27 10:39 pm (UTC)I love you.
The words almost spill free, but he holds them back. It'll make things too complicated and Max doesn't need that now. Just time, Lucas hopes, and time together. Instead reaches up to cup Max's hands, squeezing them.
"Like I said, you got me no matter what." And it's a promise he's going to keep.
[voice]
Date: 2020-10-09 03:18 pm (UTC)I need help, Max.
[Ren sounds deflated.]
I think I've fucked somethin' up and I don't know how t'fix it.
Re: [voice]
Date: 2020-10-09 03:22 pm (UTC)Where are you?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-09 03:28 pm (UTC)I'm just...fuck I'm an idiot. I'm such a fucking idiot.
Why do I fuck everything up?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-09 03:34 pm (UTC)I'm on my way over there right now. Hang tight for me, okay?
[Anyone out in the halls is going to see a man in a full suit sprinting like his life depends on it. He'll be at Ren's door in no time, knocking before he tries to enter.]
It's me, Ren. I'm coming in.
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Date: 2020-10-09 03:42 pm (UTC)The Fianna were known for being a passionate people. But passionate meant more than just feeling the highs of life. The lows were just as spectacular. And Ren? Well, she had spent the better part of a day being a miserable so and so as the red rimmed eyes and balled up tissues attest.]
Hi Max.
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Date: 2020-10-09 03:45 pm (UTC)Oh, Ren. Tell me what happened.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-09 03:55 pm (UTC)Everything I do keeps turning to shit and people are mad at us even though I'm trying to do what I'm meant t'be doin' 'nd...I'm not good at talking. Nobody ever made me be good at talkin'.
[Ren sniffs and leans into Max.] I'm sick of everything. I want to go home.
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Date: 2020-10-09 04:11 pm (UTC)I understand... when you can't even call and hear his voice again... I know just how you feel. It makes you sick inside.
[His arms squeeze her tighter.]
And it can feel like you're adrift with no clue where you're going or what you're doing, right?
But I'll help you, Ren, whatever it is. Just tell me what you need. Tell me what started all of this.
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Date: 2020-10-09 04:23 pm (UTC)Now she was letting them down.]
Me Dad. He's...there's nobody like me dad. He's always been me hero. He'd know what to say t'set us right.
But...that's the problem. I've been doing stuff that'd...he wouldn't--
[She groans in frustration.]
There's this person 'nd they ain't the sort of person Da would approve of. Me dad, he's traditional. I...
I ain't always so traditional. [It's a hard admission to make. It means admitting that she's a lesser Fionn. That she's straying from what is expected of her.] I...
...they're a girl.
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Date: 2020-10-09 04:36 pm (UTC)[Just that one word carries with it so much sympathy and understanding. He lives in a place and a time where being a gay or a lesbian and anything in-between is not widely accepted and is, sadly, demonized by a large majority of the population.
Max was fortunate enough to have a father more understanding than most. Max's father was never confortable with the idea but he tried his best not to act openly hostile to it. Max knows that's a blessing too few have.]
So, you think because the person you like is a woman, you're letting your dad down?
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Date: 2020-10-09 04:57 pm (UTC)I shagged lasses before but they never stuck about. It was only even one night stands 'nd girls who knew what the deal was. Who knew who me family was 'nd why I couldn't, that it had t'be discrete. I ain't good at being discrete. But I never got caught before.
[Ren had kept this bottled up for so long that all her words came out in a rush of feeling and thoughts.]
And when I showed up here, we shagged and I thought it was the same here. But she keeps tryin' to get us to stay and she's...she isn't actin' on that it's just shagging. And I tried to explain it there and now she fuckin' hates us. She says it doesn't matter how I was brought up 'cos theres nothin' wrong with liking girls and I fucking know but I can't do that.
And now she's been tellin' other people about it 'nd I've just fucked it all and I want t'go home.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-09 05:45 pm (UTC)Okay. So it sounds like the two of you had different expectations for the relationship that you didn't really talk out beforehand. Look, I'm not judging you on that. I've made my own blunders.
[Milla comes to mind immediately.]
But, f you ask me, the most important thing you need to answer for yourself is this: what DO you want this woman to be to you? Now, before you answer take a moment to think about it. Really think about it.
Keep in mind that the things that happen here don't count back home. So, forget what your dad would want. Forget what your family or friends would want. What would YOU want? If every single possibility was open to you? If you could have anything at all with no consequences...what would you pick?
Just say it. Doesn't matter if you can't have it. Just tell me: Would you stay with this woman? Yes or no?
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Date: 2020-10-09 06:19 pm (UTC)[She starts but stops when Max tells her to think about it and she's quiet for a good five minutes as she muddles through the issue. Because there are still problems with the whole concept. Mostly her own behaviour and how she's gone on.]
She...it scared me. When she tried to make me stay. 'Cos nobody's ever done that before. I ain't-- people don't expect it out of me, but, I haven't ever had a boyfriend or, well, the girl equivalent. People don't want to be around us, Max. Not for a long time. Some people are horny for danger 'nd then they leave once they get what they want. Normal people don't stick about.
...my little brother 'nd sister can't be around me 'cos they're afraid of us.
She hasn't ever been afraid of me. I like how her hair smells and I like that she....she keeps sayin' she wants me to be better and do better and...She's strong and she's smart, like, really smart. She's basically fucking royalty and a leader to her people 'nd...
What if I fall in love with her? She's too perfect. That's the fuckin' problem, Max. What if I fall in love with her and then I forget her 'nd its like it never even happened?
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Date: 2020-10-09 06:40 pm (UTC)But then she poses that question and he can feel it lodging in his heart. He has that fear too. For him, it's too late. If he lets himself think about losing Lucas or Rowan tomorrow, he might go insane. It is possible, like it or not. It could happen. But that's not enough to keep him from feeling what he feels.
Because truth be told, no tomorrow is ever guaranteed. He was a twenty-one-year-old college boy with his whole life ahead of him once. It all changed in one blink of an eye. He's learned better now than to hold himself back from seizing happiness where he can get it. Time is too short. Only the vampires get to live forever.]
What if you live your whole life here knowing you could have been happy with her and you didn't take the chance? Ren... I know this is terrifying, but what if you both could be happy together?
Tomorrow is never certain. Not here. Not back home. If all you have is today, then why not do what will make you happy? Sometimes love is about being brave and taking the leap.
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Date: 2020-10-09 06:59 pm (UTC)I don't know what Rowan has told you about spirits. Spirits watch what we do. They hold our tales. They carry the memories of our reknown.
...I'm worried that if I'm selfish and chose the choice I want that it will get back to my family.
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Date: 2020-10-09 07:04 pm (UTC)[Oof. Big oof. This is tougher than he thought.]
Rowan hasn't told me a lot about that, specifically. But, I guess my question is... why would being with someone you love be considered selfish? How is it wrong?
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Date: 2020-10-09 07:08 pm (UTC)Because I like lads as much as I like lasses. And I can't have a baby with a women. We're dying out 'nd...I come from a good family. We're warriors.
I've got a responsibility.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-09 07:17 pm (UTC)[Oh no. He is not at all a fan of this part of werewolf culture. He didn't like it when Rowan explained it. He still doesn't. But he also recognizes that it's not his place to challenge it for her. Better to focus on what's relevant to the here and now.]
But if the spirits are watching, then they must know that it's not possible to get pregnant here. Right?
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Date: 2020-10-09 07:23 pm (UTC)[Ren's forehead furrows in deep thought. And this was a class in werewolf school she paid attention in.]
Yyyyyeah? I guess...they would be aware of that.
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Date: 2020-10-09 07:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-09 07:35 pm (UTC)...
[Ren is silent for a moment as she works through that information. She's no theurge. Spirits aren't her speciality. But...it actually seems airtight.]
Yeah?
Yeah. Oh fuck. Max. You're a fuckin' genius.
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Date: 2020-10-09 07:45 pm (UTC)Maybe it does? He's not sure. He better check.]
Thanks. I think.
So, you're going to go for it? You're going to try letting this woman you very clearly like have a shot at something more than just a fling?
By the way, are you going to tell me the name of this lucky lass? I have some guesses but, uh, I'd rather be clear about it.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-09 07:56 pm (UTC)I wanna know your guess first.
[She needs to know how obvious she's been.]
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Date: 2020-10-09 08:12 pm (UTC)Could be Lilith, I don't know if she's royalty or not but she fits the bill on attitude. I'd say Beau or Glinda but they're together. Same for Peony, she's with Milla last I heard. There's Liz...I don't know too much about her history yet. Or daisy's, or Bree's or many of the other ladies. But Bree said she has a son so not sure what that means for relationships here.
And then there's my most likely candidate: Lexa. I know for a fact she was a leader to her people. And she's as sharp as a tack. And... you know if I think about it, you two would be a nice pair. Same kind of fire in your souls.
[He raises an eyebrow at her.]
Well? Am I off the mark?
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Date: 2020-10-09 08:17 pm (UTC)Who knew Ren was capable of blushing?
Muffled;] It's Lexa.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-09 08:31 pm (UTC)[Oh no. He slaps a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh as Ren retreats into the blankets like that. Poor thing. He shouldn't laugh, really. But it's just so cute. She's so young.]
Okay. So, Ren. Tell me exactly what happened with Lexa. You two got in a fight over this, I assume? Have you tried talking to her since it all blew up?
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Date: 2020-10-09 08:52 pm (UTC)Yeah. I sent her a cake 'nd we wrote to each other 'cos sometimes I lose my temper. Thought that was smarter. But...it didn't go so good.
[She turns to where she discarded her tome and turns to the series of messages that she's had with Lexa a few weeks ago and offers it to Max.]
I apologised. I...freaked out a bit. She kissed us outside and...I kinda broke the pool.
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Date: 2020-10-09 09:12 pm (UTC)[And then messaged Lexa instead of going in person... Oh. No.
Max takes the tome and reads through it. His face stays utterly blank the whole time, while internally he is cringing hard. That... could have gone better. His heart really goes out to Lexa. After all the tragedy she went through, she's still willing to take a chance on love. Max thinks she has the right idea about this place. Max also thinks the woman has god-like patience.]
Okay... so, the good news is: she is still willing to give it a try with you if you are. But, here's the thing... you need to be sure the next time you talk to her that you're not going to back out again.
This is all or nothing, Ren. You need to be ready to acknowledge her to anyone that asks. You need to be proud to call her yours. And you really need to tell her you're sorry for treating her love like a dirty secret. I think that's where you hurt her most.
If she's really special to you, then act like it all the time, not just the times when it's convenient for you. Okay? Show her she's worth more to you than a reputation that isn't even necessary to keep here. That's what she's asking for.
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Date: 2020-10-09 10:50 pm (UTC)[Ren tucks her knees up to her chest.]
'Cos I didn't want to get angry and give her a reason to be scared of me.
I've been checkin' in on her since that. But not telling her its me. So that she doesn't catch on that it's me.
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Date: 2020-10-09 10:58 pm (UTC)[He drags his hands down his face.]
When you say check on her... how do you mean?
[Max is screaming internally because please do not tell him you went wolf on her and STALKED HER.]
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Date: 2020-10-10 05:10 am (UTC)....only problem is, she might know I can do that cos of Silent and her big mouth.
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Date: 2020-10-10 05:36 am (UTC)[Max is just screaming internally. It's fine.]
Ren. You have to stop doing that right now. If there's even a chance she knows it's you... do you have any idea how pissed that's going to make her?
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Date: 2020-10-10 05:44 am (UTC)[Really she was the most likely candidate to break the Veil being the youngest and one of the two dumbest.
She at least has the decency to look vaguely ashamed of herself.] I just....I wanted to know she was okay and I know she would be mad at me still or make me talk about stuff and....it seemed like a good idea at the time?
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Date: 2020-10-10 05:52 am (UTC)[A fact he is STILL getting his head around. But no. Focus. One crisis at a time.]
Doing it because you know she'll want to talk to you is why it's bad! You know she'd be mad at you, so you think sneaking around is the better play? Jesus christ. Ren, you have to talk to her. Actually talk to her. This has gone on way too long.
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Date: 2020-10-10 06:11 am (UTC)[Ren whines and it's a distinctly Not Human noise but sometimes it really is easier to express yourself as a wolf than a human.]
But what if she's pissed off with us?
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Date: 2020-10-10 06:23 am (UTC)At this point, you only stand to make her more pissed off the longer you keep her waiting. Ren, she's got an impressive amount of patience but it must be about gone by now. How long ago did this all start?
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Date: 2020-10-10 06:32 am (UTC)But then Beau said something to Silent about me wanting to fuck Silent even though I absolutely don't want to and ew so I went to set her straight 'nd she kept saying all this shit like 'I know what you did to Lexa' and like that's not her fucking business, the cheeky bitch. She wouldn't even hit me. Fucking rude.
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Date: 2020-10-10 07:03 pm (UTC)[Max, keep up, buddy.]
I don't... fuck. I really don't want or need to know who all you want to bang. But, Christ almighty, how did Silent learn about your fight with Lexa? Does Beau know too?
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Date: 2020-10-10 08:07 pm (UTC)Me 'nd Silent can't fuck 'cos Garou can't fuck each other. That's the Law. Like werewolf law. If we broke that we'd be sent away from our packs 'nd our tribes forever.
Beau was a fuckin' bitch and told Silent that me 'nd her shouldn't fight any more 'cos neither of us is good at controlling ourselves. But that's not true. I'm really good at controlling meself.
So I went down to the ship to tell beau that she was full of shit and she needs to pack in saying shit like that to Silent 'cos now Silent won't fight me no more. 'Cos she thinks I'm wanting to fuck her. Even if I was we properly couldn't. 'Cos not only is she a Red Talon, she's a metis. 'Nd that's even worse than wantin' to be with a woman as far as my lot are concerned.
'Nd Beau said Lexa had been chatting shit to her about what I'd been doin' and I kind of lost me temper but I didn't hit her or anything. I just called her a bitch.
...
I don't think Silent knows. Rowan don't either. I...kind of told them I was into Corbin to make sure they didn't find out about Lexa.
[And that's everything? She thinks?]
Oh. And I picked Corbin 'cos I couldn't remember Harry's name 'nd he was the only lad who I could think of at short notice.
...and I broke the pool.
[This has turned into confession time. Sorry Max.]
And I tried to punch a nerd. But he was magic? So, I didn't actually get to punch 'im.
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Date: 2020-10-10 08:56 pm (UTC)[This makes no sense to him at all.]
Uh...Ren, don't take this the wrong way? Beau might have a point about the two of you.
[No. Seriously. Beau has absolutely nailed it. Between Ren and Silent, he's not sure who's been the bigger disaster lately. Come on girls, it's not a contest.]
And before you go calling me a bitch for pointing that out, let me just remind you why we are having this conversation right now? To recap: you called someone a bitch, you're actively trying to fight Silent, you broke a pool, in public, because a girl YOU LIKE kissed you, in public. Then you lied about Corbin and dragged him into this thing...
[Dear god, he needs to go check on Corbin next, doesn't he?]
And you only did that because you couldn't remember the guy you would have preferred to lie about's name? Because dragging Harry into this would have been better? No. I'll answer that for you. It wouldn't have.
[Jesus christ. She couldn't remember his name but she wanted to say they were dating? What the hell is Harry supposed to think of THAT? And... who is magic nerd? Does he have a name?]
And to top it all off you're trying to punch complete strangers?? Ren... please, for the love of god? At least find out their names first so I can send them a goddamn basket of cookies later. Do you not realize how bad that sounds?
[He could use a drink or three right now.]
Does any of that sound like it's under control to you?
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Date: 2020-10-10 09:57 pm (UTC)The Fionn lowered her head and, to her credit, didn't fight the telling that Max was giving her.]
It isn't under control.
That's why I need help before I fuck it up even worse.
look at her go
Date: 2020-10-10 10:10 pm (UTC)[Since he's made his point now, his voice softens, less scolding.]
I'm going to help you. We'll get you sorted out with Lexa. I'll coach you on it. But first, we need to call Rowan.
I know Rowan is your Alpha. And I think... I think your Alpha needs to be looped in on some of this. For one thing, you need to come clean about Lexa. Tell them it isn't Corbin you want to date, it's her. If you're serious about wanting to be with Lexa, then you need to be able to do that.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-10 10:14 pm (UTC)No. I don't wanna talk to Rowan. I called you, not Rowan.
[Ren looks stricken at the prospect of telling Rowan about all of this.]
We don't need to tell Rowan.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-10 10:18 pm (UTC)[His face is set in a grim line. Arms crossed. He's not going to budge on this.]
You need to cut the bullshit and start telling them the truth. Ren, if you and Lexa are going to be an item, they will find out anyway. They should find out from you.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-10 10:38 pm (UTC)[Which, yeah, she has been. But she doesn't went Rowan to know about it. She likes an aura of vague capability.]
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-10 10:44 pm (UTC)Take responsibility for this and you'll come out looking a lot better. Being able to admit when you've made a mistake is the hallmark of a mature person, wouldn't you agree? I think Rowan will be impressed.
[Okay, maybe not. BUT, it will be better to get the air cleared like this.]
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Date: 2020-10-10 11:17 pm (UTC)[Ren whines. And she flops forward in abject misery. She doesn't want to deal with the consequences of her actions, thank you very much.]
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-11 01:15 am (UTC)[Max is giving her such a 'dad' look right now.]
You've done a good job of admitting what you've done wrong to me, but you can't move forward from this until you've stopped covering it all up with more bullshit. You owe them an apology too, for lying.
I'm serious about this Ren. I will call Rowan the moment I leave here.
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Date: 2020-10-11 09:07 am (UTC)And Ren has always been weak in the face of disappointment from father figures. She actively doesn't meet Max's eye, playing with the toggles on her blanket and she makes a sulky teenager noise of frustration. She isn't usually this immature but she's also hitting the limits of her ability to communicate her feelings.]
Fine. Fine. I'll call Rowan.
[Ren continues to grumble even as she picks up her tome again.]
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Date: 2020-10-11 01:46 pm (UTC)A profound sense of home sickness, for a home he's not seen in six years, slams him in the chest, stealing his breath. But he can't let it overwhelm him here. It's Ren who needs the comfort now.]
Thank you. [His voice croaks like a frog but he gets it under control quickly.]
It will be okay, Ren. I'll be right here with you the whole time. You can do this.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-11 03:33 pm (UTC)Uh...
Hi, Rowan. Y'got a minute? I need to get something off me chest.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-11 03:36 pm (UTC)Heya, Ren! What's up?
[They're a little suspicious, just because no one picks up with those words unless they've done something, but hopefully no one's hurt and it can be fixed.]
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Date: 2020-10-11 03:51 pm (UTC)When Rowan picks up, he clears his throat and speaks, so they will know he's listening too.]
Ren and I had a discussion, and she asked me to help her get something out in the open.
[He gives Ren an encouraging push.]
It's okay. You've got this.
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Date: 2020-10-11 04:01 pm (UTC)Um. So. I was...
I asked Max for help. 'Cos, things have kinda gotten kinda out of control kinda. [Ren is pointedly not looking at Rowan. She takes a BIG BREATH and then let's loose;]
Corbin isn't my mate. I said his name 'cos I couldn't remember Harry's and I only said them 'cos I didn't want you to know who I like. And I asked Corbin to lie for me. And I punched a Magic Nerd 'cos he was being a dick. But I didn't actually hurt him but he threw me down a hallway. And Beau said I want to fuck Silent and she wouldn't punch us even though I called her a bitch. I broke the pool 'cos Lexa kissed me outside and I freaked out 'cos I want to kiss Lexa but I thought the spirits might find out. And I said some bad things to her and told her we couldn't do nothin' anymore 'cos she was being too nice to us and I freaked out. And I tried to apologise with a cake but I didn't apologise right and now she's talking to Beau about us and I don't think I like Beau very much actually 'cos she thinks she's cleverer than us.
And I don't want to fuck Silent. I just want to fight her 'cos she's my friend and she's proper good at fighting. And I didn't like that Beau said that when she doesn't know anything about us.
...[Wait. She forgot something.] and I'm sorry for lying to you.
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Date: 2020-10-11 04:31 pm (UTC)But at least that means that they stop and listen to her properly, watching her face as she speaks. It's a lot to take in. That's a lot of people.]
Bit out of control, yeah. [Rowan agrees, but they give her a reassuring smile.] That's a lot. But we can sort it. I told you, right? I got your back. That's what pack's for. [Thank goodness Max does too.
That really was a lot, though. Rowan feels like they needed to have taken notes. One part jumps out though.] I already knew about Lexa though. Sorry. I know you didn't mean to, but you hurt her a lot. But she still cares about you.
Oh, and also. Apology accepted. Just tell me next time before it gets this bad, okay?
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Date: 2020-10-11 08:26 pm (UTC)[It was weird, even to Ren that she had called Max first rather than the pack about this stuff. Silent wouldn't have gotten it. But Rowan may have.]
I trust Max not to bullshit me. He tells me when I'm wrong even if I don't want to hear it.
[Ren's expression darkens as Rowan owns up to knowing about the Lexa situation. Max might feel the atmosphere in the room shift from uncomfortable to tense as Ren's rage starts to creep up. How many people had Lexa told about her personal struggles?
She struggles for a reply.]
I didn't want to hurt her. I just...didn't realise things were that different here.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-11 08:38 pm (UTC)Ren, keep in mind other people need to vent too. Just like you did. And this just makes it even better that we're all getting on the same page now. Right?
[It's flattering as hell to hear Ren appreciates his no-nonsense approach. And since she does, he's going to keep the trend going.]
It's going to be okay. Sometimes we hurt people we care about without meaning to, and that's part of life. We have to own up to it when it happens, and make it right. That's what you're going to do.
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Date: 2020-10-11 08:52 pm (UTC)That's what I told her. That things are different back home. I know you didn't mean to hurt her, and I think I got that across. [She was pretty drunk at the time.]
Look, this is weird when I'm just down the corridor. Can I come over? It's nicer to talk in person.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-12 01:16 pm (UTC)Yeah. You can.
The place is a shit-tip though.
[Ren has been too busy having a Turmoil to tidy up and it's showing.]
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Date: 2020-10-14 02:57 am (UTC)[Max is relieved to feel Ren settle a little, but he still suspects having Rowan here physically might be a big help. If Ren does lose her temper Max doesn't have much hope of stopping her.]
Ren, it'll be fine. Please, Rowan, come.
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Date: 2020-10-14 03:16 am (UTC)[And it really doesn’t take much longer than that, since she’s just down the corridor. They knock on the door for politeness’ sake, before pushing it open and coming in, coming it up again behind them. They flash a fond smile at Max, before focusing on the younger Garou, flopping down on her other side and resting their weight against her in the same way they would if they were in lupus.]
So what’s the biggest problem right now? What’s the one that’s bothering you the most? [Because that’s where they’ll start unpicking this all from. And while they think they know where the root of the issue lies, they want to hear from Ren what she thinks.]
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Date: 2020-10-14 09:10 am (UTC)She considered the question. What was the part of this that was causing her the most ache?]
I don't...[Her answer is slow as she thinks about how to phrase this.] I don't know how to have what I want and still be a good Fionn. I have to be a good Fionn. I have to be the best. Heroes, the proper ones, resist what they want 'cos it's what they have to do. I should be concentrating on gettin' back home not twisting myself in knots over some lass.
And everyone keeps sayin' that it don't matter what happens here, but my Aunt said the spirits know everythin' we do. The Fianna and the Fair Folk are friends of old, every Fionn gets taught that when we're trained. We made them or they made us or-- I don't know, I'm not a fucking Bard. But...how can we even trust that what happens here won't get home? Just 'cos we can't see them, don't mean the spirits ain't watching.
And then--
I don't even know if that's what's botherin' me, 'cos I don't like what I said to her. That was a shitey thing to say and I don't like that-- She's the only person who isn't afraid of me. Everyone's always afraid of me other than Garou. I just...I just want to not--
[Ren growls in frustration as she struggles to express herself.]
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Date: 2020-10-14 09:09 pm (UTC)He decides to try it, leaning the side of his body against the other side of Ren so she'll be in the middle of the pile. Fingers crossed that won't make it worse.]
We already covered that it's the fae's fault you're here. And the spirits will know it wasn't your doing and it's not your fault that you can't accomplish the same things as home here... remember? I think as far as that's concerned, the spirits should blame the fae, not you.
But also... Ren, I'm not scared of you either. You know that right?
[He's not romantically attracted to her, not now. But he's not afraid of her. Obviously, he's practically piled on top of her at the moment.]
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Date: 2020-10-15 02:14 pm (UTC)Look, Ren, I don't know much about being a Fionn, so you know I can't say nothing about that, but I do know about heroes, right? And you're right, resisting what you want's a piece of it. But you know what else is? Being true to who you are. Standing up for what's right. Even if that means going against what you've been told. 'Cos those are the heroes what stand out, and that's because they made a difference in the world.
And you know what else? You can want something, and you can need something. And everyone needs to be loved. Even if it's just a fleeting thing. What inspires us to do great deeds more than love? And I think we need it even more in this place where we don't got our family or packs.
[Behind Ren's back, their hand reaches out to find Max's, briefly brushing over it. They don't linger; they need to focus on Ren, but they can't hold back from acknowledging their own love.]
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Date: 2020-10-15 04:04 pm (UTC)[And this is where Ren struggles because at her heart she fears this is some stupid infatuation - the type that the Fianna are known for falling into with the first pretty face that crosses them. But deeper, the thought that it might not be scares her more.]
Nobody ever asked me to stay before. [While Lexa might not have known it, that gesture had been confusing to Ren on so many levels.] It's...everything's always 'cos it's the right thing to do and it's the way things have always been done. But even when I was sneakin' about before me change...nobody asked me to stay then either. I'm not...people don't...who wants a shag with a bad temper to stick about?
She's special. Not 'cos she's a fuckin' warleader or 'cos she can probably kick my arse. She actually wanted us to stay. She wanted my attention. She doesn't treat me like I'm stupid. She keeps saying I can do better and I want to. And it was nice and new and now I've fucked it all up 'cos I didn't believe that anyone ever wants us to stay around.
A full moon is a delight to be viewed from a distance. [Ren was referencing her auspice.]
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Date: 2020-10-17 05:14 am (UTC)Ren, what you just said, you need to say to her. That's what she needs to hear from you. But, only if you really mean it this time, that you will stay. You have to stop acting like it's wrong. Because it's not. And it's hurtful to her to act otherwise.
[And now it's his turn to reach for Rowan.]
Trust her when she says she wants you for you. And when she shows her vulnerable side to you, cherish it for what it is. Cherish her.
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Date: 2020-10-19 06:56 pm (UTC)You really do. And, Ren. Whether it works or not with Lexa, you need to remember this going forward. For next time it happens. Because you will find someone who believes in you and wants you to stay. It might not be Lexa, it might be someone else. But there are people out there for you, Lexa's just the first. Your Da found someone, right?
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Date: 2020-10-19 07:37 pm (UTC)Aye, but...Da is different. He ain't like normal Ahrouns. He's special. [And how's she supposed to live up to that?]
...I didn't want to hurt anyone. I thought I was doing the right thing.
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Date: 2020-10-19 08:05 pm (UTC)I do think the right thing right now is to be honest with Lexa and yourself about what you want.
And, Like Rowan says, keep in mind that if it doesn't work out this time, then there will be a next time. Always.
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Date: 2020-10-19 08:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-20 09:33 am (UTC)Yeah, she's reached the peak of her emotional capability levels right now. And Max might get a shock as Ren shifts and a bare blink later there's a huge wolf sat in her place instead. A wolf with the same brown eyes that Ren has and a pure black glossy coat of fur, bar one band of grey on the left foreleg where she has her tattoo on her arm. One minute homid, the next lupus.
And she clambers and flumps onto Rowan with a renewed grumbling whine.] Fine.
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Date: 2020-10-20 01:15 pm (UTC)So. [He makes a popping sound with his lips.] Guess that means we're done talking then...
[Still with some small amount of trepidation, he reaches a hand out to cautiously stroke Ren's fir. It's black and glossy and... it suits here really.]
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Date: 2020-10-20 01:30 pm (UTC)I reckon so. Too much for one day? [They direct the question at Ren, watching her as they stroke her fur, much less cautiously than Max is.]
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Date: 2020-10-20 01:43 pm (UTC)And she lifts her head, leaning hard into scratches and letting her ears flick down. Yes, good. More scratches. She isn't a dog. But there's no pretending that it doesn't feel good in a way that just doesn't translate in a homid body.
But she does give a definitive nod. Yes. Too much for one day. Pats now.]
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Date: 2020-10-20 02:17 pm (UTC)He looks to Rowan.]
So, did you want to, I don't know, join her? I mean, seems like a pack bonding thing, right? I can go...
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Date: 2020-10-20 02:43 pm (UTC)Anyway, you're part of this now.
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Date: 2020-10-22 05:46 am (UTC)[He scoots in now until their shoulders touch. And he keeps petting Ren.]
I am, aren't I? Still getting used to the idea of all of this... but I like it. I'm glad.
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Date: 2020-10-24 02:07 pm (UTC)But she does address Rowan;] I don't know how I keep forgetting people don't understand us in Lupus. [It just felt too natural to chitter and grumble in Garou.]
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Date: 2020-10-24 02:21 pm (UTC)Well, I dunno about you, but I don't often hang out in lupus around people what ain't Garou. [Rowan replies to Ren automatically, stroking along her back lazily.]
She says it's weird you can't understand her. [They add, a belated translation for Max.] It is nice, though. Pack cuddles are nice. 'Specially when stuff's been intense.
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Date: 2020-10-26 03:39 am (UTC)It's kinda weird that you can understand her, Rowan, when I can't and I'm right here... I wonder if I could use some favor to change that.
[He leans in a little harder.]
You know what? This is nice, actually. I wouldn't mind doing this after a stressful day.
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Date: 2020-10-11 07:02 pm (UTC)"Huh. I'm surprised a place like this can actually be mapped at all, but these are pretty good."
He tilts his head curiously at the code. It looks like absolute gibberish to him. "So this is...computer language?" Keep in mind most people still use flip-phones in his day and having a blackberry was considered the height of technology.
His smile goes positively devilish when he takes a seat in the chair. Just the thought alone is enough to start waking up the little man in his pants.
"I know for a fact you can. I'm not sure how much actual planning I'll get done if you do. Although..." A thought comes to mind. And it's... it's silly. Probably. But it's already bringing red dots of heat to his cheeks. He wants to voice it but he's unsure.
"I... um. Never mind."
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Date: 2020-10-11 07:19 pm (UTC)But what's more interesting is that smirk that changes to a blush, as Max goes to suggest something and then hesitates. Rowan tilts their head, shoving the papers out of the way again so they can slide in closer to him and lean in, brushing their fingers over his cheek. "What're you thinking?" They ask, curious.
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Date: 2020-10-11 07:33 pm (UTC)But now Rowan is zeroing in on him with his face all red and that just makes the blush worse. He doesn't know why. It's not like he's ever been bashful about sex. But this is something... kind of different he's thinking of.
"Okay. Stop me if this sounds dumb. But what if you, um, sat on me. Rode me? But, didn't actually... what if you just keep me inside you until we actually... finish our planning? It will be distracting as hell but kind of... fun... to not go...right away?"
He's so heated now his hair could catch on fire any minute.
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Date: 2020-10-11 07:48 pm (UTC)And especially not that. A stab of arousal hits them hard at the idea, and they lick their lips, leaning back enough to look at Max. "Sounds like fun. You know how much I love having your cock fill me up." There's no embarrassment on their face, only eagerness, lust, and more than a little fondness.
"Oh, wait!" Rowan leans forward, kisses Max quickly, then jumps up, off the desk and to the wardrobe. As they open the door, Max'll be greeted by his own sketch of his cafe, with a picture of himself and Lucas together underneath, but only for a moment, before they return to him with a pair of stockings. "You'll need access, though, so I can wear these for you, if you want. Or there's my dress, or I can strip entirely. What'd you like?"
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Date: 2020-10-11 08:19 pm (UTC)Yes. Apparently so, because they hop off the desk in a flurry of excitement. His expression brightens when he catches a glimps of his drawing, and a picture of lucas and him below, but then all his attention is immediately stolen by those stocking. His dick gives a mighty throb and he hasn't even seen them on Rowan yet.
"Defintely the stocking. Oh damn." This might be harder to pull off than he thought. But he's all-in now.
"Should I take my slacks off or just unzip?"
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Date: 2020-10-11 08:46 pm (UTC)"Which hole do you want, and do you want me to prepare for you?" They ask, already going to pull their shirts off and over their head, revealing the faint flush of red that's already starting to show on their collar. Yes, they do indeed like the idea.
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Date: 2020-10-12 02:16 am (UTC)"Uh, I feel like you should make the choice on holes. I know I'm a... little much for you sometimes."
He loves seeing that fush at their collar. And he loves that Rowan shows it to him with no hesitation.
"If you let me prepare you, I might get a bit carried away. Which, I mean... that wouldn't be the biggest tragedy would it?"
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:13 am (UTC)Shimmying the waistband off their hips, they hop back up onto the desk to pull their jeans and pants off completely, as they consider their options. And again over the option that Jackie offered them. Well, they haven't taken him up on that yet, so it doesn't help right now.
"Fill up my cunt, then. It takes less prep." Rowan decides, purposefully extending their leg gracefully to roll up one side of the stockings, slowing down a little to give Max a bit of a show as the fabric covers up their slim legs again. "Anyway, I kind of like it. I ain't no size queen, but I love the way you make me unable to forget you were there.
"And if it gets too much you can always have me once and stay inside until you're ready to come again." They smirk at him, as they reach the top of their leg, fingers trailing over that gap between the the top of the stocking and their hip, before leaning over to start on the other side. "We both know you'll be good for two rounds." And the idea of feeling Max grow hard inside them causes another burst of arousal deep inside them.
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:25 pm (UTC)He watches them with hungry eyes, as they roll the stockings up their leg. One of his hands hovers close. He's so tempted to caress them through the soft fabric, but he's also paying close attention to their words too.
"Really? You're sure it's not too painful?" The last couple of times they've been together, he's been deliberately choosing their back hole out of a fear that he might accidentally stretch their pussy too much. He hasn't wanted to admit how that worry nags at him. Is it true? Does Rowan really mean that?
A shiver runs down his spine just thinking about how good it would be to find release and then stay in, just like they talked about after their time in the Fuck Tent. His eyes trail along with their finger, appreciating the show. His breathing is already a little shallow as the flames of desire burst to life in his belly.
"You're just so good at building me up," his voice dips low and sultry. "I can't help but come back for seconds."
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:55 pm (UTC)Leaning forward, they kiss his cheek, trying to reassure him, but then lean back, continuing to roll the stockings up into place, shifting to place one foot by Max's thigh, opening themself up for his viewing pleasure. "But if you're worried, I ain't never going to complain about you choosing the other side neither. Most blokes want to go for the front 'cos it's unusual. Just means you'll have to wait a bit longer." They smirk, eyes drifting down to the source of the problem in Max's lap. What a lovely problem it is to have!
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Date: 2020-10-14 05:10 am (UTC)Their words bring him out of that spiraling thought with a new flush of heat in his cheeks, in a good way. They feel like they are moulding to fit him? That is a very flattering image. He liked the idea of claiming them before, in the tents. He still does.
"I like claiming you... and I like your pussy because it's yours, not for any other reason. So, if you'll have me, I definitely want it." That 'problem' is still standing tall and ready in agreement with that.
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Date: 2020-10-14 06:20 am (UTC)Slipping off the desk again, they pull the waistband up, pulling the suspenders tight, framing themself, and then lean over Max to kiss him sweetly. "I'll have you anytime, love." They reward his patience by leaning in between them and taking his cock in hand, stroking from tip to base and then back again, pulling the foreskin back gently and running their thumb over the head. Then they release him again and head to the basket under the bed, purposefully leaning over to pull it out, and then letting out a hum as they pull lube out.
"This one's one of them what's meant to slow you down and speed me up, want to give it a go? Or did you want to fill me up, then keep me plugged up until you're ready to go again?" They ask, holding it up as they glance back at him.
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Date: 2020-10-15 12:32 am (UTC)"Ooooh," he bites his lower lip and sucks in a big breath as their thumb strokes his head. It's still astonishing to him how even the lightest of touch from Rowan is enough to make his whole body feel like it could burst into flames.
His eyes are glued to them while they bend over, the teasing is almost too much to take. And that question? Ah, what a choice! How can he be expected to choose between two equally appealing scenarios? It's just not fair. He's consoled by the fact that whatever he doesn't choose this time, he might be able to do next time. The fact that there will be a next time still fills him with joy!
"Hmmm," he groans, stalling for time. "Do you think the lube can actually slow me down?" This might be the perfect way to test the theory.
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Date: 2020-10-15 06:20 am (UTC)Hoping back up onto the desk, they perch there with one foot either side of Max's knees, presenting themself to him again as they squirt a generous amount into their palm to warm it, then offer the bottle out to Max. "How about I prepare you, and you prepare me?" It'll be a bit awkward to lean over one another, but they should be able to make it work for the brief time they need.
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Date: 2020-10-18 12:58 am (UTC)Speaking of hot. Max's gaze is glued to the space between their legs. He nods at their suggestion. It takes effort to tear his eyes away long enough to squeeze a glob of lube between his fingers. He rubs them similarly to warm it, then he reaches forward to begin applying it.
Nothing about this feels awkward at all, once they get started. It's both a practical task and a pleasurable one. He makes sure to get it in deep and is careful to apply evenly. More than the times before, this gives him a reason to really feel out every part of Rowan, to take slow and loving stock of how they feel both inside and out.
"So..." he murmurs while he works and while they work him, "what should we do to that birthday boy?"
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Date: 2020-10-18 02:33 pm (UTC)"What shouldn't we do?" Rowan replies, shifting slightly as Max starts to work them, enjoying the relaxed, casual feel of his fingers. "Bribe him with cake and then fucking him senseless seems like a good idea to me. Do you know what you want to get him for it?"
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Date: 2020-10-19 05:02 am (UTC)"The problem is, I promised to let him help make the cake. But, then again, that's not really a problem... because we'll know where he'll be. He'll never see it coming."
There's a wicked glint in Max's eyes. He's having a great time cooking up this evil plot already.
"Oh yeah, I know just what I want to get him. He had a lot of fun the first time I used a vibrator on him. I'm thinking of getting him a really nice vibrating plug. Maybe one with a wireless remote. That was pretty damn fun before with you."
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Date: 2020-10-19 03:32 pm (UTC)The combination of the idea of Max's gift, and his two reasonings for giving it has Rowan biting their lip to half smother a low moan. Normally they wouldn't react so audibly to just a comment, but on top of everything it's too much, and while they normally don't try to hide noises while fucking the combination of conversation and the prep work confuses them enough to try this time. "Fuck, Max, that's hot." They pull their hand away, wipe it off, and then catches his wrist to stop him. Time to see how long they last together.
"I'd love to watch you prepare him for me with one. And then maybe we could leave it in him and play with one another for a bit while he has to watch?" They suggest with dark eyes, offering Max the wash cloth as well. "Do you want me facing you or the desk?"
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Date: 2020-10-20 05:02 am (UTC)Oh but he loves to hear them moan like that, and it's somehow even sexier when they try to cover for it.
"High compliment coming from you. So, we'll definitely write that one down."
Good thing they stopped him because he was getting tempted by those noises. He grins, taking the cloth.
"I love the way your mind works. Yeah, I'm thinking we tie him up before we give him a show, so he won't be tempted to help himself out and ruin the fun too soon."
He finishes cleaning his hand and sets the cloth aside. "Why don't you face away so we can both see the desk... and pretend like we are working."
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Date: 2020-10-20 06:08 am (UTC)Sliding off the desk once more, they turn to take their seat, reaching between them to hold Max's erection into place. It feels them up as tightly as they remember, making them feel achingly full in a way that has them moaning as they slowly slide into place in Max's lap. "Fuck, Max." They murmur as they finally hit his lap, breath a little ragged, as they reach down between them to feel the way they're stretched around the man between their legs. "Fuck, that's so hot."
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Date: 2020-10-22 04:27 am (UTC)Between that and the nip to his lip, Max has no confidence in his ability to focus on work at all. But he also has zero regrets. None.
"Oh, Rowan," he moans softly against their neck while they lower themselves onto him. "Oh! Oh my god..." He's breathless by the time they are fully settled.
"Fuck, you're so tight on me. I can feel every little movement. Oh, god, you're incredible." And he does not see himself lasting long. Lube or no lube. "Every time you shift it's amazing."
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Date: 2020-10-22 05:48 am (UTC)"I feel like you're moving every time I fucking breathe." They agree, moving their hand from between them to look for Max's hand, needing to hold onto him. Even that movement has them shifting enough to gasp, as they shift around Max's heat.
They bring his hand back to rest on their thigh, their own hand on top, and take a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow themself - not that it helps. "Okay, so. Um. Cake, teasing, eating cake, fucking Lucas senseless? Oh - we should give him his presents while the cake's in the oven. I've asked for his phone back, so that first, and then yours, and then even if we don't get to teasing him properly it'll be sitting out and he'll be thinking about it." The thought has them shifting automatically as heat spikes between their legs - and then moaning as that moves them around Max.
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Date: 2020-10-23 04:06 pm (UTC)"This is both the best and the worst idea I've ever had..." Breathe. Oh fuck, breathe! He grips onto Rowan's hand like a lifeline while he fights the current of his own need. His fingers dig into their thigh. He closes his eyes and centers himself. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Cake and presents first," he agrees, voice thick with lust, "or we're likely to get too distracted to remember."
He nuzzles his face against the back of their head. "His phone will be good. He'll love sharing his pictures with us. I'll love seeing them, and that giddy look he gets in his eyes when he talks about his car."
He almost has himself calm again then Rowan goes and mentions Max's intended gift. Between that and Rowan's moaning, he's back to being a trembling mess.
"We'll all be thinking about it..."
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Date: 2020-10-23 05:28 pm (UTC)They're so sensitive, that just Max's breath on the back of their neck has them shivering, their hand gripping onto his as they try to focus as well. "After this, dealing with that thought'll be a piece of piss." They say, firmly. "Anyway, by the time he's done showing us all his pictures, it won't be too long.
I wasn't kidding about bringing the cuffs, by the way. I have some already. I'll have to get a strap on, though." And the thought has them clenching around Max with another little noise. "Do you know when he's working?"
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Date: 2020-10-26 12:56 am (UTC)"I hoped you weren't," Max answered about the cuffs. "Mmm, if I'd know that I would have had you use them on me by now." His cock twitches again at the thought.
This is so good. Every single little move Rowan makes no matter how small is sending electric shocks of pleasure up his spine. But that clenching OH FUCK. He whimpers and hunches over Rowan's back.
"G-god." Focus Max. Oh Christ. "Y-yeah, I can get his schedule since it's in the same place mine hangs. He'll never s-suspect."
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Date: 2020-10-26 03:26 pm (UTC)What were they talking about? Rowan's breath is coming in short pants, their knuckles white where their fists are clenched trying to maintain control. Right - schedules. "Give me yours too. So I can cross reference." Rowan says, but the thought of showing up when both of them are working and the things that they might be able to do to one another doesn't help them at all. They're not sure how much more of this they can take. "Anything else we need? I've got a-ah, a voucher."
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Date: 2020-10-27 04:28 am (UTC)Not to mention the squeezing. He feels a mighty throb just as they half-roll their hips. Christ, what if he comes without Rowan even properly riding him? What if he comes just from this? They've ruined him. Soon he'll be able to climax from anything.
"Sure...let me just..." he leans forward to grab a pen and immediately whimpers from the jolt of pleasure that movement causes.
"U-uh, I..." come on, you can do this. "Some... ropes? Lucas likes those. A-and...fuck, I'm having a real hard time putting two thoughts together but... m-maybe something special to wear?" Rowan already looks great in those stockings, but should he get something special like that too?
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:27 pm (UTC)Dimly, they're aware of Max talking, and they force themself to listen. But the idea of Max dressed up for them comes to mind, and their breath hitches again. "You should. Wear something special, I mean." Another thought crosses their mind. "Or birthday suits for all of us?" Actual planning is starting to get incredibly hard. How can they think about what they're going to do to Lucas when Max is right here, hard inside them?
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Date: 2020-10-29 05:08 pm (UTC)"God. I don't know how much more of this I can... it's taking all my willpower right now not to start rocking my hips..." He can't even hold a pen correctly. Was he supposed to be writing something down?
"Fuck. Fuck it. I need you to fuck me right now or I'm not going to be able to see straight soon."
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Date: 2020-10-29 05:27 pm (UTC)But with his permission they can finally roll their hips properly, though the motion has them throwing back their head and crying out. "Oh god, Max!" The movement's stilted, though, and they have to shift into a better position, shifting their legs to give them the right purchase. And of course, that has Max moving inside them again, their body clenching around him as they find a more comfortable position.
"God, your cock feels amazing!" They praise, as they slide along it, trying to hold back at least somewhat to start, rather than going straight into pounding down on him, as much as they want that. "Fuck, Max, it feels like you're filling up every part of me!"
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Date: 2020-10-30 06:24 pm (UTC)"It almost feels like we aren't even two separate people anymore," Max remarks in a voice weighed down by lust, "every move you make radiates through me. Even when you talk I feel it." Or moan! It can't just be his imagination how those vibrations travel into him.
Every time they clench around him, it steals a gasp between his parted lips. He's throbbing at the edge of climax already. This teasing has him barely clinging on.
"Rowan..." he says in a shaky warning tone, "I'm really not going to last long like this. You feel too good."
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Date: 2020-10-30 06:39 pm (UTC)"Please, Max, please!" They beg, picking up speed. "Please, I want to feel you fill me up before I come!" And they're not going to last long either, but they can't hold back now, riding him eagerly. Their hips roll under Max's hands with each thrust of their body, and they throw their head back, moaning wantonly as they grow closer to their own orgasm.
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Date: 2020-11-01 05:10 am (UTC)"You're getting...ah...really, mmm, good at making me come on command," he just manages to gasp out that one-liner before...
"H-ah!"
His hands grip their hips with white-knuckle strength while his own body arches up nearly bending backward over the chair. This orgasm builds slow, like a tidal wave drawing back into the sea, only to come crashing in hard and fast, stealing the air from his lungs so that his cry turns into a rasping silent scream.
But it will be no mystery to Rowan what he's feeling as his dick pulses inside their tight heat, filling them up just like they ask. Until he's so spent he collapses forward against their shoulder, panting for breath.
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Date: 2020-11-01 12:19 pm (UTC)Their body pulses around him, milking the last of his cum out of him, and then they too fall back against him, chest heaving. Weakly, they find his hands, and move them to wrap around them, their own hands resting over his. "Only 'cos you can make me come so easy yourself." They manage a delayed reply. "When you come, I feel like I could just from watching, getting to feel it too... it's amazing."
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Date: 2020-11-02 12:38 am (UTC)Now, he holds them to his thrumming chest, enjoying the closeness while his heart flutters against his ribcage.
"I second that. It is amazing. So are you." His hands squeeze them in tighter to him. He plants a kiss on the back of their head. "I really like this. Trying to hold off just made it feel stronger when it happened. I always knew I couldn't resist you. But it adds a little spice to try."
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Date: 2020-11-02 04:30 am (UTC)“I swear, I could feel you moving whenever we was breathing.” They murmur, body still humming with pleasure. “The way you stretch me out...” And if it does ache later, it’ll just be a reminder of what they were up to. “Not so good for planning, though.” They add, with a chuckle, turning enough that they can kiss Max’s shoulder.
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Date: 2020-11-03 04:07 am (UTC)Sitting like this with his soft member still captured inside of them, he feels both possessive and possessed at once. The thought you are mine and I am yours drifts to the forefront of his mind. He leaves it unspoken except for how he still clings so hard to them.
"I love feeling you stretched tight over me. You feel so good every time."
He laughs again, his shoulders bouncing up into their kiss. "Yeah. I think we both knew we weren't going to actually get any planning done until we blew off some steam."
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Date: 2020-11-03 10:28 am (UTC)But they’re thinking, and their hand squeezes Max’s. “You know what we was talking about before about you fitting and all that?” They ask, cautiously. “Someone offered to help me out. Fix it up so I’d have a cis vag. Or pretty close to one, anyway, I don’t want all the baby making parts.” They don’t need that paranoia, thank you very much. “But obviously it’d change how we have sex. Only for the better, I think, but it wouldn’t be this tight no more.”
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Date: 2020-11-03 06:16 pm (UTC)"You found someone who can do that for you?" His smile is cautious but hopeful for them. "Rowan, that's wonderful. If... that's what you want?" It sounds like it is, but he wants to be sure.
"If you're asking whether I'd be disappointed, the answer is hell no." He squeezes them tight to him again. "And it shouldn't matter even if I was."
As if he'd have any right to tell them what to do with their body?
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Date: 2020-11-03 07:07 pm (UTC)I asked Lucas his opinion too, and that was before we was all official." It was a while back, really, but there's been so much happening in between and it's kind of awkward to bring up out of the blue. "But yeah, I found someone who can." They add, stroking Max's cheek and smiling at him. "And now I spoke to you too, I think I will. But I'll tell you before anything happens, 'course."
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Date: 2020-11-03 07:23 pm (UTC)And he is happy for them. So happy. He translates that into a big bearhug and a kiss. He means this. He'll love them no matter what their body is like, but he'll also be happy for them to have to worry less about being prepared. Because he can tell, sometimes, that it does weigh on them. And, selfishly, it will mean less worry for him too.
"Rowan, I'm thrilled for you. It won't... it won't be painful for you to get done will it?"
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Date: 2020-11-03 08:24 pm (UTC)"And don't worry about it hurting. Can't be worse than the first round." Rowan chuckles, but there's something a little shyer than normal about it. This isn't something they really talk about a lot, not outside of the practicalities for sex. "Two rounds and almost half a year until I was fully healed."
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Date: 2020-11-04 09:34 pm (UTC)"You have a big piece of it," he says, wiggling against them because he's overflowing with too much emotion to keep still. He'll never tire of hearing them say they love him.
"That long? I had no idea. Well, I honestly don't have a clue how any of that works. And you haven't seemed like you wanted to talk about it particularly."
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Date: 2020-11-05 04:45 am (UTC)“Yeah, well, it ain’t exactly sexy talk.” Rowan laughs, not as easily as normal, but still lightly. “Not exactly casual conversation, you know? But I told you the first time if you have questions, I’ll answer what I can. Aside from a couple of things.
But.” They kiss him again, and then lean forward for the piece of paper that Max abandoned. “We got a birthday party to plan still now.”
do we want to start wrapping this one soon?
Date: 2020-11-06 10:50 pm (UTC)"Ah, yeah. Right. I was supposed to be writing my schedule down for you too." Now he can finally remember.
He kisses the top of their head then rests his chin on it while he watches them bring the paper forward. "Better get to it while the blood is still in my big brain. Heh."
Sounds good!
Date: 2020-11-10 06:39 pm (UTC)"Right, yeah. Your schedule, and we need a shopping list too, probably, so we don't get distracted. I think we know what we want to do to him?" They can go over it again, but that's probably going to start working them both up again, so maybe it'd be best to avoid the details right now.
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Date: 2020-11-11 07:14 pm (UTC)With Rowan still around him like this, he's already not as completely soft as he could be. That extra stimulation could quickly build into round two if he's not careful. Or, even if he is. Rowan has a way of keeping his fires burning bright no matter how spent he thinks he is. He's sure by the time they start planning the details of their trap for Lucas, he's going to be all warmed up again.
"Let me write out the list first or else... I'm going to get distracted again." Better use the time with blood in his big brain while he has it.
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Date: 2020-11-11 08:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-12 05:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-12 11:26 am (UTC)You going to sort out everything for baking? I'd offer to help, but you know me. I'd probably be more of a hinderance."
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Date: 2020-11-14 03:07 pm (UTC)"Leave the baking to me and Lucas. I promised I'd let him help make his cake. I'm still skeptical that you're as bad as you say but I'm not about to use his cake as the test of that."
He squeezes their shoulder lightly, "but you are definitely not a hindrance."
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Date: 2020-11-15 09:29 am (UTC)"It ain't no big deal, I can bring a pen and paper and amuse myself until you're both ready for me." They drop one hand down to Max's leg, just adding another point of contact, enjoying the calm intimacy, compared to their usual frantic type.
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Date: 2020-11-15 10:12 pm (UTC)He glances down briefly at their hand resting on his thigh. How different a pleasure it is not to be burning alive at their every small touch. This is something he didn’t know he was missing.
“You gonna sketch us in our aprons? That would be pretty cute.”
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Date: 2020-11-15 11:21 pm (UTC)“Do you know what cake you’re going to make?” They ask, glancing back at him over their shoulder.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-17 04:13 am (UTC)"It'll be chocolate base with marshmallow filling. I'm going to call it the Count Chocula cake. Except... it's going to look like a ghost so. Hm. I'll workshop it."
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Date: 2020-11-17 02:24 pm (UTC)"And yeah, I could print, in theory. I'd need a printer, though. But I'll want one eventually. Just might have to wait a while. I can probably bluetooth them to Lucas' phone, and yours too when you get it back."
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Date: 2020-11-18 04:21 am (UTC)"But your idea of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man is much better! I don't know why I didn't think of that. You're a genius."
Wait a while eh? "By the way, if you need any help with favor, can I just say you've helped me save quite a bit up. I could ask for you. Or, you know, help you generate more. Actually, I think I just did..."
The idea of getting his phone back is... a strange one. "You know... That might be one of the only reasons for me to get my phone back. I never had much use for it outside of business or contacting Erik or Josiah. I guess that's why I haven't missed it much."
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Date: 2020-11-18 04:48 pm (UTC)"If I get my computer back, we could get you a proper camera too. So you can take as many photos as you want, without running out of space." Rowan offers. "I can always ask for more hard drives if I start running out. I reckon once I got that back and the rest of my powers, I'm sitting sweet, and everything after that is a bonus." It's just getting that those two are taking a lot of convincing. It's a good job they have Max and Lucas to help out.
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Date: 2020-11-19 06:30 pm (UTC)"Maybe I'll invent my own cereal brand here and do just that. You can do the box art for it."
Once again, he wishes they were face to face, so he can look at them more fully instead of over one shoulder.
"How long do you think it'll be before you can ask for your computer? I'm really interested to watch you do what you do best on it." He can also help out with favor if they need it.
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Date: 2020-11-19 07:27 pm (UTC)"I dunno about the computer, though. Green Man weren't best pleased about the phone, by my reckoning. Wouldn't surprise me if he wanted just as much as he's going to want to give me the rest of my powers back. But hey, between you and Lucas, I don't reckon it'll be too long. Maybe sometime in the new year."
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Date: 2020-11-22 04:34 am (UTC)He sets the paper and pen back down on the desk, reaching past Rowan to do it. That should be answer enough.
"The fae act like they are allergic to technology, don't they? Too bad, because one way or another we'll get it for you." Max is more than happy to help, for a good cause.
"So, Green man was yours, huh? What did he say to you when you first got here?"
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Date: 2020-11-23 03:33 pm (UTC)And he said..." They rub their cheek, as they try to remember. "'Please don't.' As in, please don't rally protests. Which, to be fair, I ain't. How about you and yours?"
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Date: 2020-11-25 02:47 am (UTC)"Heh. Well, at least he knew what he might be getting into. So, he can't say he's surprised."
Max sighs against their shoulder. "It was Queen Mab. Mostly she smirked at me and said she was happy to have me here. But she also warned that there were dangerous things in the forest. Things that might try to eat me. That's why I've stayed the hell out of there. I've had enough of that, thanks."
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Date: 2020-11-25 05:45 pm (UTC)They snort, tilting their head. "I spend a fair amount of time in the woods, and I wouldn't mind eating you up." They comment, playfully, glancing back at him over their shoulder again. "'s probably for the best though. Aside from all the weird arse flowers in there, there's plenty of other dangers too. Unless you want a wolf bodyguard or three."
Shifting their shoulders, they turn a little more, struggling to kiss Max. "Love, if we ain't going to go for another round, I think I'm going to shift so I can see you proper. It's nice to keep contact and all, but I'd like to be able to kiss you too."
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Date: 2020-11-26 04:46 am (UTC)"You're the one thing out there I wouldn't mind letting eat me." The idea of a wolf bodyguard does get him thinking. Hm. That could work.
"Maybe I will give the pack a call whenever I get curious enough. I promised I'd take Lucas out to the ruins sometime too. That might be a good time for some back-up."
He laughs and nods his head. "I think I want you to turn around even if we do go for another. If we do this again, I want you to face me right from the start. God knows it didn't help me slow down any."
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Date: 2020-11-26 08:49 pm (UTC)Smiling at him, they snuggle back into him. "And yeah, anytime you want an escort, call me, okay? Or one of the other two." Keeping him safe was the whole reason to claim him as mate, after all.
"And now that your blood's back in your head, lets do some more planning." They declare with another kiss, leading Max back into firmer plans about what they might do with their birthday boy, and arranging a time to meet for shopping.
And done, this time for real!
Date: 2020-11-28 07:05 pm (UTC)But that answer goes for their second point too. If he does ever decide to venture into the forest, he will call them. He won't go alone. He nods his head with a solemn look, good as a promise.
"Heh. Okay. Yeah, let's get the rest of it down on paper. So I don't forget later when I'm too distracted."
They both know that is only a matter of time. But for now, he's happy to keep making those plans. They're going to have so much fun. Lucas will never know what hit him. Max can't wait.
action: coffee, pastries, and brunch sex
Date: 2020-10-11 11:34 pm (UTC)A half hour or so after that last message, there's a muffled knock, low down on Max's door. Chell's hands are full with two cups of coffee, and a bag of pastries from Slayer's Cake, so she's kicking the door to announce her presence.
Re: action: coffee, pastries, and brunch sex
Date: 2020-10-11 11:42 pm (UTC)"Oh, let me help you with that," he says when he opens the door and sees her juggling all of the goodies. He'll reach to take the coffee from her.
"Come on in."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-11 11:53 pm (UTC)Wow! she signs, and gives Max a big thumbs up. Jeez, should she be asking for room expansions? This is neat!
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-13 09:41 pm (UTC)"Hey, so... this is awkward, and I'm not great with languages, but I'd like to give it a shot if I can. Can you do what you just did again?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-13 11:19 pm (UTC)WOW
She taps the word and demonstrates the sign again, bigger and slower so Max can imitate it.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-14 05:50 pm (UTC)"So, I guess this might be a good segue into another, uh, thing I was wondering about. If we do decide to do more with each other, this morning or maybe some other time... I mean, I assume you'll have signals for telling me when I'm doing an okay job. But, I'd like to make sure I know what you'll do if you need me to stop."
Max is pretty vocal. And he's used to vocal partners. That's nothing against Chell at all, he's just less confident in himself with someone who might not be able to cry out if he's hurting her. Maybe she'll just do like Milla said that one time, and punch him.
"Sorry if I'm making it weird?"
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Date: 2020-10-14 06:23 pm (UTC)If you do something I really don't like I'll hit you. You'll notice.
I can teach you a couple signs we can use tho. She taps the pen on her lips thoughtfully and then writes:
YES
NO
STOP
MORE
?
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Date: 2020-10-15 04:30 pm (UTC)He nods looking over the list. "Those look like good ones to know in general. So, yes. Start from the top?"
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Date: 2020-10-15 06:24 pm (UTC)They're all pretty easy; yes and no are one-handed signs. Stop takes both hands, and she repeats it a few times to make sure Max gets it.
As for more -- she gestures for him to come closer and give her his hands, with a small, mischievous smile.
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Date: 2020-10-18 04:52 am (UTC)He's being so serious right now he almost misses that mischeivous smiole on her face. Almost. ... His pulse speeds up a little as he comes closer and gives her his hands.
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Date: 2020-10-18 06:17 am (UTC)Let's be real: it's an excuse to touch him. Chell takes Max's hands and moves them into the right shape, then taps his fingertips together, with her hands still encircling his. More, she signs. More.
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Date: 2020-10-19 02:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-19 03:07 am (UTC)When she leans back, she quirks an eyebrow and signs, More?
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Date: 2020-10-19 08:27 pm (UTC)Then he leans in to kiss her again, this time with his lips slightly parted, inviting her to take it even further.
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Date: 2020-10-20 12:32 am (UTC)She can't entirely keep herself from grinning as she kisses him back, going up on her tiptoes and flicking her tongue against his lips. Without her Long Fall Boots, he's got a full foot of height on her, which may eventually become a problem -- but she has several ideas about approaching that.
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Date: 2020-10-22 03:43 am (UTC)Her tongue across his lips sends an instant spike of heat through him. Suddenly, he's thinking it's a good thing he has a microwave now because their coffee may just go cold.
His hands caress along her back, up her spine to the back of her head. If she lets him, he'll thread his fingers into her hair and scrape his nails lightly against her scalp.
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Date: 2020-10-22 04:38 am (UTC)In fact, as she goes back in for another kiss, she returns the favor -- slides her hand up the back of his neck to play with his hair.
Along the way, though, her fingers encounter the unexpected feeling of scar tissue. Her touch stutters, and she breaks the kiss again with a surprised look.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-22 04:51 am (UTC)And she's just found it.
Max goes rigid when he feels her touch across the scar. And the smile is gone by the time she pulls away to look at her.
"I-it's nothing," he tries to reassure her. "Just an old injury. Nothing to worry about." There's a little too much fear in his tone for that to be truly believable.
The scar is no accident. It's the seal of his master. A round brand as large as a silver dollar that bears the burned but distinguishable shape of a griffin and a shield crossed with a sword.
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Date: 2020-10-22 04:55 am (UTC)Hurts Y/N?
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Date: 2020-10-22 05:00 am (UTC)He reads her words and shakes his head. "No, it doesn't hurt. It's just... bad memories."
He leans his hip against the countertop and reaches for his coffee, feeling suddenly cold.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-22 05:03 am (UTC)Me too
Want to talk about it?
You don't have to
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-22 05:11 am (UTC)"I.. I guess I could talk about it a little. It's not a very sexy conversation."
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Date: 2020-10-22 05:24 am (UTC)She taps the sentence You don't have to again. Maybe the mood's already past saving, but she may as well reiterate. He doesn't have to talk, regardless of whether she gets to keep making out with him.
As for the rest -- she shrugs, leans down, and hikes one pant leg up past her knee. There's an old, old mess of scar tissue on either side of her calves, as if something was attached there and removed without much care. Then, straightening up, she reaches for one of his wrists with a quizzical look. Can she have his hand for a second?
didn't get this notif! DW!!!
Date: 2020-10-26 06:20 pm (UTC)His eyes go wide when he sees the scar tissue on her leg. That looks like whatever caused it must have been horribly painful.
"Oh, Chell..." he starts to say. The she reaches for him. He nods and lets his arm go loose so she can guide his hand where she wants it.
<3333
Date: 2020-10-26 06:47 pm (UTC)The other set, though, she was super conscious for. She guides his hand under the hem of her shirt on the left side: there, under his fingers, he'll find healed-over scars from where something big clawed her.
Everything's healed up, and she doesn't show any discomfort when he touches them. To the contrary, her gaze is fixed on his face, and her expression is more rueful than anything.
Once she's guided his hand to her side, once she's sure he's picked up what she's pointed out, she lets go and picks up the tome again.
Shit happens to us.
We lived.
I'm sorry shit did happen to you though.
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:24 am (UTC)"Did happen," he says slowly, "still happening, I guess, technically."
He takes his hand back so he can turn slightly away from her and bend down. He taps the nape of his neck to direct her attention to the round burned coat of arms there.
"This is my master's mark. Remember how I said I work for a vampire? I do... but it isn't voluntary employment." Which is just a prettier way of saying he's a slave.
He'll wait until he's sure she's had a good look, then he'll turn around to face her again.
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:40 am (UTC)He marked you. Why?
Not like she can't guess. It's so he can't forget. Even -- especially -- when he's in situations like this.
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:50 am (UTC)"Protection. Believe it or not. This," he taps the back of his neck, "means I belong to him. It also means that if any other vampires fuck with me, they'll answer to him directly. He's powerful. The threat has a lot of weight behind it."
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Date: 2020-10-27 02:30 am (UTC)Did you sign up for that?
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Date: 2020-10-27 02:43 am (UTC)He sips heavily at his coffee. "I killed my master's sister. It was self-defense because she was going to drink me. But vampire's laws aren't the same as human ones. When my master, Erik, saw what I'd done... by vampire law, he should have killed me. He didn't. He decided to take me on as his servant instead. That was his mercy.
"But the problem with that is... vampires hold grudges. His sister had a lot of very devoted followers. They want revenge. They vowed that they'd find me and take it. Without Erik's protection, I'll be tortured to death by them. If I'm lucky. So, it's serve him or... that. All things considered, I'd rather have the damn brand on me."
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Date: 2020-10-27 05:10 am (UTC)Still, it ... complicates the story. Frowning, she boosts herself up onto the counter to sit, and scribbles in the tome.
That's not fair.
How does he treat you?
Aside from burning brands into him, which seems unpleasant at best and sadistic at worst, and feeding from him, which seems enjoyable at best and a lot more fucked up than she originally thought at worst.
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Date: 2020-10-27 06:33 pm (UTC)How does he treat Max? That is a complicated question.
"He treats me like what I am, his favored Pet. I'm not his equal, and his word will always trump mine. But he isn't cruel. He does listen to me, if I ask for something. He treats me kindly, and he trusts me to run his household affairs. It's a cage, yes. But it's a gilded one. I could be doing much worse."
There is that one tiny (not actually tiny) problem though... and now that he's remembered it, he'll have to explain before they go further.
"I won't lie; he has done questionable things to me. There's still some things that will always be different between a human and a vampire. No one can live as their property for six years and come out of it without... some hang-ups."
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Date: 2020-10-27 07:09 pm (UTC)I've been in some cages. None as long as you + not the same kind, but they make me mad.
What kind of hang ups?
She purses her lips, draws an arrow pointing to "not the same kind," and adds except here
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Date: 2020-10-28 02:21 pm (UTC)"When you're someone's slave, which..." he sighs, "I was. Having the luxury to say no is rare. My Master was kinder than most, but he still expected obedience. So, when you're expected to do things whether you like them or not, the best thing you can do is try to learn to like them. Or at least tolerate them.
"I've started to realize that I'll let people do things to me that, strictly speaking, I might not actually want or completely like but that I don't hate enough not to tolerate. And, well... I realize that's a breach of trust for a lot of people. No one here wants to be accidentally doing things to me that I don't one-hundred-percent want."
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small business card. On one side, a list of kinks he's into, on the other a list of his hard no's. He holds it out for her.
"That's why I have this. If I don't have the mental fortitude to say no during, then I can at least state my preferences up-front for people."
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Date: 2020-10-28 02:43 pm (UTC)This is a really good idea
I should get one
Qs?
1. Things you ♥ = things you need?
2. What things do you ♥ to give?
She's aware, as she holds out the tome for him to read, that this is getting slightly off the topic of "I'm a vampire's butler and/or sex slave because otherwise I'll be tortured to death" in favor of hornier topics, but it seems important. Important enough that he got cards printed.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-28 03:32 pm (UTC)Honestly, Max is completely fine with moving on from the topic of his vampire Master, especially if it gets them back into sexier territory. Maybe the day can still be salvaged.
"I wouldn't say I need any of those things to the point that I can't get off without them. I get off a lot faster if you do them. Especially if you pay attention to my neck." If she ever kisses him there or uses her teeth that will become immediately apparent.
"A lot of what I love to receive, I love to give, too. One thing missing on that list, though, is oral. I'm told I'm pretty damn good at it." He flashes her a mischievous smile, daring her to find out for herself.
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Date: 2020-10-28 04:36 pm (UTC)You can talk. Writing is SLOW. If I had a card with "I like riding + hair pulling + vibrators" or "I used to be a test subject for a computer but I got out" things would be faster!
The mischievous smile gets a fuller laugh out her. She reaches out -- cautiously, still watching to make sure this is okay -- and runs her hand through his hair.
Oral, she signs, pointing at her mouth, yes. Big thumbs up.
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Date: 2020-10-28 05:29 pm (UTC)As much as he wants to dive right into the topic of oral and maybe dive into giving it, too, especially with the soothing way she's touching his hair (the touch makes him sigh contentedly), he can't help a new question coming to mind. This does seem like the best time to ask it.
"You can just sock me if this isn't appropriate to ask but... why don't you talk? You can obviously hear me."
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Date: 2020-10-28 05:43 pm (UTC)Born this way. Don't know what happened.
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Date: 2020-10-28 06:18 pm (UTC)BACK TO ORAL THEN.
"Anyway... uh. How about we get back to less talking and more doing other things with our mouths? You have my card so you can see for yourself, but I promise there nothing we've done so far I haven't been really into."
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Date: 2020-10-28 06:39 pm (UTC)Before she gets too distracted, though, she wants to add one thing in writing.
Thank you for telling me
She taps the words "thank you" and demonstrates the corresponding sign.
OK to ask me questions too.
We're here, not there. Let's do what we want.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-10-30 04:06 pm (UTC)"Thank you for listening. It helps to have people who kind of... get it."
He mimics her motion for thank you. He does want to try to remember these.
"So, you like riding and hair pulling huh?" He digs his hands into her hair, not too hard yet, but testing the waters.
"That sounds like fun."
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Date: 2020-10-30 05:13 pm (UTC)Spreading her knees, she slides one of her hands down to cup his ass and pull him closer between her legs; now that she's up on the counter, the height difference is a lot more manageable.
She arches her back as his hands go into her hair, breaking into a grin. Yes, she signs enthusiastically.
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Date: 2020-11-01 04:02 am (UTC)That yes from her is a big green light. His fingers tighten in her hair and he pulls back, hard enough that if she doesn't fight it, her head will be pulled back too, all the better to expose her neck to the fiery line of kisses he intends to lay down there, on his way down to her collarbone and then to the top of her breasts where he can reach while her shirt is still on.
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Date: 2020-11-01 04:52 am (UTC)The neckline of the shirt she's wearing is loose enough to give him a little play, though not enough to get all the way to her breasts. Chell squeezes his hips between her knees and his ass in her hand, sighing happily at the touches.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-01 11:23 pm (UTC)"I'll take mine off too."
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Date: 2020-11-01 11:52 pm (UTC)She lifts her arms to help when he moves to take the shirt off, leaving her in a plain gray bralette. Normally, she's not self-conscious about the scars on her left side, but since she already drew Max's attention to them earlier, it feels a little different to have them out in the open. Not bad, necessarily, just ... noticeable.
Still, as soon as she's shirtless, she reaches to help Max get out of his top, as well. It's as good an excuse as any to run her hands along his abs, after all.
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Date: 2020-11-03 01:01 am (UTC)Max makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, barely needing to look at what he's doing. Soon enough, it's open, exposing the white tank top beneath. He quickly shucks that off too, so he can have full license to play on his muscles.
"Touch me any way you want," he tells her.
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Date: 2020-11-03 01:32 am (UTC)More, she suggests with a grin. Then she leans in for a teasing kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth, and reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-04 02:17 am (UTC)"Oooh, yeah," he breathes, eyelids fluttering at her touch to his cock, "more of that please."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-04 04:47 am (UTC)On which note, she nuzzles his cheek and squeezes him again, then shifts to slip her hand inside the waistband of his pants and underwear. She strokes her fingers over his skin, gentle for now.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-05 03:43 am (UTC)"O-oh! Yess."
Not to be outdone, Max leans forward and latches onto her nipple with his lips, gently lapping at the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue while looking up at her face to see how she reacts.
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Date: 2020-11-05 03:59 am (UTC)Meanwhile, she keeps teasing his cock with those light touches. The fabric of his pants keeps her from doing too much, but as he gets harder, she wraps her hand around him and rubs her thumb in light circles around his head. It's always a nice thrill to handle someone like this; feeling him respond to her touch sends an answering pulse of warmth through her belly, makes her squirm a little on the counter.
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Date: 2020-11-07 10:38 pm (UTC)His tongue circles around her nipple, then he sucks it hard, only to release and give it a soothing lick. He moves to the other side and repeats the attack. Meanwhile, his fingers press into the fabric between her legs, stroking even harder.
But with her squirming like that, he's finding it hard to resist going deeper.
"We still have too many layers on," he groans against her chest. "Maybe we should fix that?"
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Date: 2020-11-08 04:02 am (UTC)Vigorous nodding to that suggestion. She tightens her grip on his hair slightly, using it to pull him up into a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth. Her weight shifts forward as kisses him until she's forced to pull her hand out of his pants and loop it around his neck -- the better to wrap her legs around him and kiiiiind of encourage him to pick her up.
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Date: 2020-11-09 12:25 am (UTC)But he can feel the shifting of her weight, and when her legs wrap around him, he grabs her from below and boosts her up into his arms.
He's thinking it's time to take this to the bed, so he starts walking that way. Unless she decides to steer him elsewhere.
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Date: 2020-11-09 05:17 am (UTC)The bed sounds perfect to her. She breaks the kiss to grin at him, then ducks her head to lay kisses down the side of his neck. He did say paying attention there was a good way to get him going, and Chell is nothing if not attentive.
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Date: 2020-11-09 04:08 pm (UTC)"Oh fuck... oh, oh fuck."
There goes the rest of his patience. He lays her down on the bed and grinds against her, still clothed, but even with the fabric between them, there would be no mistaking how hard he is for her.
"Chell," he groans, his fingers catching on the waistband of her pants, intending to pull them down while he madly kisses her chest, "You're driving me crazy with that."
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Date: 2020-11-09 05:44 pm (UTC)Yes? she signs, with a smirk. More?
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Date: 2020-11-11 03:32 am (UTC)When he's done stripping down he returns to kneeling over her on the bed. He drags his fingertips over the fabric of her underwear lightly and smiles when he feels the wetness.
"Ready to get these off too?"
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Date: 2020-11-11 04:42 am (UTC)Look at you, she signs, pointing at her eyes and gesturing at him. Hell yes.
When he reaches between her legs, she nods with a grin, and reaches down to help shimmy her underwear off. Once she's fully naked, she touches Max's stomach, running her fingers up his abs and pecs to tickle over his neck again.
i realize my tag was vague as hell but let's say he took it all off X|
Date: 2020-11-12 04:23 am (UTC)Honestly, he sometimes worries what reaction he'll get when he brings out the big boy. And with it all bare now, he's glad it's a good one and not 'oh hell no' instead.
He slips her underwear down and tosses them aside, but his eyes are already lowering to half-lidded again, enjoying her wandering touch.
"You're beautiful, Chell," he murmurs, lifting his hand to follow the curve from her hip up to her breast, to cup one in his large hand. "What's the sign for that?"
OOP my b <3
Date: 2020-11-12 05:54 am (UTC)Grinning, she signs Beautiful. Or-- She fans herself and blows out a breath, like someone overheated. You know, hot.
A faint shiver goes through her at his touch, and her nipple is hard under his hand. She taps him on the chest with a smile, signs Beautiful in turn, and lets her fingers wander over to tease one of his nipples as well.
There are, of course, a lot of options from here. She wiggles her fingers to get his attention, then mimes several things: touches her lips, then his lips, for kiss; touches her lips, then his cock, lightly, for blowjob; touches his lips, then points down at her crotch, for cunnilingus.
nah you're good. it's what i MEANT but my dumb ass went back to re-read and was like wow unclear sry
Date: 2020-11-14 07:05 am (UTC)"Thank you," he purrs, a shiver running through him too when she finds his nipple. It doesn't take long for it to harden.
His thumb flicks over hers almost absently while he considers the options. He's so bad at making these decisions. Then again... since she's asking, this is his chance to show her just how good he is with his tongue.
"I choose this," he says, letting his hand wander down to her outer lips, stroking at them lightly before he begins to shift himself down. Then he pauses.
"Oh, unless you wanted to sit on me?"
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Date: 2020-11-14 07:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-15 09:38 pm (UTC)Face pressed between her thighs, he starts slow with testing, probing flicks of his tongue. He gently kisses her outer lips, just getting acquainted. His eyes are trained on her face the whole time, watching for her reactions as he moves in deeper, letting his tongue explore more boldly.
For now, he’s choosing places in and around where he suspects her clit to be, without going right for it. A little teasing never hurts. He is perfectly happy taking his time.
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Date: 2020-11-15 11:33 pm (UTC)Her breathing gets deeper the more he teases. When he does brush her clit, by accident or intention, she inhales sharply and nods to let him know. Right there is good.
And if he continues to tease? She starts to squirm. Just a little, for now, biting her lip and shifting her hips towards his tongue, but very definitely squirming. Patience is hard! Not that teasing isn't great -- Max should be able to tell she's getting wetter the more he works around her -- it's just that patience is hard.
The hand in his hair doesn't push for him to go faster, yet. Sometimes her fingers flex against his scalp as if Chell is thinking about it, though.
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Date: 2020-11-17 02:31 pm (UTC)Heat flares low in his belly. Fuck, he could watch her do that all day. But the flexing of her fingers in his hair suggests he won't get away with it much longer. She won't have to insist too much before his tongue brushes that spot again, harder and with clear intent. He's waiting to hear her sharp intake of breath again, before he really starts in on it.
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Date: 2020-11-17 03:48 pm (UTC)Little trembles shake her thighs; her grip tightens on his hair. She isn't quite close yet -- give it a few more minutes -- but the feedback is clear and positive.
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Date: 2020-11-18 02:58 pm (UTC)He drags his tongue over her again in long hard strokes, and moans with the pleasure of how good and wet she tastes. Her hips moving against him drives him wild. His lips latch onto her clit and he sucks it in, teasing his tongue over her as he lets out more low vibrating moans against her skin.
Minutes or hours, he's going to enjoy the taste of her until she reaches that climax. He's showing no signs of stopping.
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Date: 2020-11-18 03:34 pm (UTC)Holding her legs is a good call. As she nears the edge of orgasm, her squirming gets more intense, and if it weren't for Max's hands on her, he'd be in danger of her hips thwacking him in the nose. As is, he probably has enough control -- or warning -- to keep up with her.
There's no question when she comes: her grip on his hair tightens towards the point of discomfort, she grabs the blankets with her other hand, and she grinds her clit into his mouth with another hoarse gasp. She may not be vocal, but her body shouts.
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Date: 2020-11-19 04:19 pm (UTC)When her climax hits, he lets out a throaty moan of his own. Oh, he really likes how she's tugging his hair. And how she practically fucks his mouth with her clit. Sweet baby jesus, that's hot.
"Da-yum, Chell, you're about to set my hair on fire." He fans himself the way she showed him. 'Hot.'
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Date: 2020-11-19 04:50 pm (UTC)Sorry! Sheepish, she props herself up so she can reach down and stroke his cheek in apology. More? Stop?
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Date: 2020-11-19 05:59 pm (UTC)Then he signs back more with great enthusiasm.
"You're on fire in a good way. A very good way."
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Date: 2020-11-19 06:35 pm (UTC)She lays back for a moment, but only to stretch luxuriously before sitting up and tracing a finger across his lips. Your mouth? Hot, she signs, then leans in to kiss him. Tasting herself evidently doesn't bother her.
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Date: 2020-11-22 04:16 am (UTC)They land, finally, on her breasts fondling them before going to the nipples, to tease and play. She's so goddamn sexy. He just can't get enough.
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Date: 2020-11-22 04:39 am (UTC)The mutual appreciation circle shouldn't just live in their heads, though. Cupping one hand around the back of his neck -- she's aiming for above the brand, closer to his hairline -- she slides the other hand down his stomach to wrap around his cock. Just to squeeze and stroke a little while she kisses him, for now.
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Date: 2020-11-23 02:08 am (UTC)He makes a different kind of noise when her hand wraps around his dick. A low rumbling groan that vibrates the air between their lips. His thumbs stroke over her hardened nipples in time with her stroking on his cock. If she speeds up, so does he. A perfect feedback loop.
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Date: 2020-11-23 02:33 am (UTC)This doesn't seem like a moment where she needs her hands to ask yes or more. Shifting closer, she starts to kiss along the line of Max's jaw and down the side of his throat. How worked up can she get him before they need to switch up?
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Date: 2020-11-24 08:09 pm (UTC)He answer it by catching her nipples between his thumb and forefingers and starting to pinch lightly.
His grip, however, is starting to falter the longer she kisses his neck. Until he's having trouble coordinating his hands and has to opt for just holding onto her as his head tips back, exposing more of his throat to her sweet torment.
"Oooh," he whines, "Chell, mmm!" His cock gives a mighty throb in her hand and his hips thrust forward involuntarily. "Oh, fuck."
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Date: 2020-11-24 08:24 pm (UTC)With some effort herself, she stills her hand on his cock and pulls back so she can sign with both hands.
More? she signs, and then makes a handjob gesture. Or -- she holds up her thumb and forefinger in a circle and inserts her other finger in and out rapidly.
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Date: 2020-11-25 11:01 pm (UTC)"Oh, I really wanna fuck you, Chell. Do I need to get a condom first, or you good without?"
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Date: 2020-11-26 12:54 am (UTC)Now, as to positioning ... she steals a kiss from him, then puts her hands on his shoulders and gives him a gentle push, to encourage him to lie back. He remembers she likes riding, right?
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Date: 2020-11-28 04:28 am (UTC)He grins and falls back for her with only the slightest of pushes. Hell, yes, he remembers. And he was really hoping for this.
"I like when you push me around."
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Date: 2020-11-28 05:02 am (UTC)She grins down at him as she throws a leg over to straddle his stomach, and strikes a strongman pose, flexing a bicep. The business card did say he liked getting held down by strong people, right? He definitely outweighs her, but they can pretend.
I like pushing you around, she signs, using the sign for control, and pushing him on the chest for punctuation. You seem fun to bully.
Even if he doesn't know the signs, the smirk on her face speaks volumes. So does the way she shifts position and reaches between her legs, to guide his cock to her entrance and slowly start to sink down.
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Date: 2020-11-29 04:10 am (UTC)"I have no idea what you just said, but you looked hot saying it?"
It's not going to matter what she says to him in a minute because the blood is all rushing away from his brain as she slowly sinks down over his cock.
"OoOoh! Fuck yesss," he hisses.
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Date: 2020-11-29 06:20 am (UTC)Taking a second to breathe, she leans down to kiss Max, her eyes dark but sparkling. Thumbs up still?
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Date: 2020-11-30 09:34 pm (UTC)Once she breaks away from that kiss, he flashes a thumbs up. And then he signs more very enthusiastically.
After that, his hands settle on her hips, to hold them while she rides, and to give her a little extra assistance if she needs it.
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Date: 2020-12-02 12:50 am (UTC)And it feels great to see that enthusiastic more. Smiling, Chell signs back Yes! and gets to work. Slow at first, pulling her hips back and then pushing down, and speeding up when she gets comfortable.
Fuck that's good. Her head drops forward, her hair falling around her face and her mouth open to take pleased, panting breaths. There's a particular shudder in her breathing sometimes, a silent version of a groan.
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Date: 2020-12-03 03:27 am (UTC)Speaking of hot, he's starting to feel it boiling over low in his belly. Pleasure coils tight within him, the tension building.
"Chell," he warns, "you keep that up, I'm going to pop off."
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Date: 2020-12-03 04:10 am (UTC)Okay. She reaches for one of his hands and guides it between her legs to her clit. That should be pretty clear, right?
As she starts to roll her hips again, getting back into a rhythm, she meets his eyes and nods. Yes -- more, beautiful, more.
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Date: 2020-12-05 03:30 am (UTC)When she reaches to guide his hand, he smiles. He's on the same page with her almost immediately. His fingers find her clit and begin to work, even before she's started to roll her hips once more
"You're beautiful," he says, following that with a low lusty groan.
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Date: 2020-12-05 05:01 am (UTC)It takes less time than she would have thought for her to get close. Panting, she leans down and kisses him, grabbing his hair with one hand, her breasts against his chest, and grinds hard against his fingers.
And a minute later -- there. When she comes, her breath stutters out against Max's lips and her grip on his hair tightens spasmodically.
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Date: 2020-12-06 06:45 am (UTC)"Oh!" He's gasping as he feels her reaching her crest, her stuttering breath, and spasming hands let him know she's there, and that's all it takes to drag him right along with her.
An earth-shattering cry rings out as he bucks wildly against her, his pulsing cock shooting hot seed with every thrust.
"Oh, Chell," he whimpers, finally sagging back. "Fuck that was good."
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Date: 2020-12-06 06:38 pm (UTC)After a minute, she lifts herself up and rolls off to the side to stretch luxuriously. Hot, she signs, grinning over at Max. Thumbs up, yes, 👌
Great brunch date, 10/10.
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Date: 2020-12-06 07:04 pm (UTC)When she signs that to him he laughs. "I know you are, but what am I?" Oh yes. 11/10 would bang again.
For now, however, he will be content to cuddle up with her as long as she will tolerate. Enjoying the post-coital bliss. Then maybe they can think about actually having breakfast.
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Date: 2020-10-18 08:22 pm (UTC)"That makes it even better. No wonder it suits you so well."
He gave her a lopsided smile and a wink. "Now, to be fair, just about anything can go good with a red wine." Which he was tempted to go get a bottle of now, but better not.
"Nuts it is."
He grabbed the butter had had already set to warm started it in his stand mixer, slowly adding sugar in to let it cream together. While that worked, he combined the dry ingredients. All of this he measured from memory.
He moved around the kitchen with such ease, he probably could navigate it with his eyes closed. Someone should really get him out of here more often.
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Date: 2020-10-30 02:33 pm (UTC)Wh-what makes you say that?
[Is it the way he can't suppress a shiver when Max touches him? He still can't quite meet his eyes, glancing between his chest and the cuffs.]
What, um, what do you do with them, then?
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Date: 2020-10-30 02:50 pm (UTC)[It's almost like that shiver from Whyborne keeps going and travels into Max and down his spine too.]
You can wear them with your hands behind or in front of you, or over your head. You can be tied to the bed with them, too, to make sure you can't escape while being... ravished.
[Max has cupped his whole hand around Whyborne's cheek now and he's leaning in, but not enough that he won't be able to check the man's face to see how he's reacting to those suggestions.]
I let you off easy last time...
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Date: 2020-10-30 02:55 pm (UTC)You - you can show me. If you want.
[He dares a glance upwards, tongue running over his lips. Hopefully it is what Max wants, because he'd like it very much. It's been hard having to function while thinking about the way he kisses.]
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Date: 2020-10-30 03:28 pm (UTC)I really want to show you.
[With the man running his tongue across his lips like that, they're just too tempting for Max to resist. He leans in and presses a fiery kiss to the Whyborne's lips.]
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Date: 2020-10-30 03:38 pm (UTC)Re: action
Date: 2020-11-11 04:42 pm (UTC)He'll give Whyborne just a little more time to explore before putting hands to his waist and starting to back him up to the bed. All these beds have convenient gaps in the headboards that are just perfect for running cuff through like this... He's sure that's no coincidence.]
Take your shirt off for me.
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Date: 2020-11-11 04:59 pm (UTC)He lets himself be pushed, though he has to glance backwards to make sure he doesn't trip over his own feet or anything else before he reaches the edge of the mattress.
At the order he flushes a bit, then begins taking it off, his fingers struggling to be nimble with so much going on. His waistcoat has to go first, and then the shirt follows, though he fumbles with the cuff buttons. He hesitates before taking it all the way off, his shoulders hunched slightly.]
Promise you won't laugh at me.
[He's not... strong, he knows that. He doesn't have muscles like Max. He's skinny and awkward and ugly and he knows it perfectly well.]
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Date: 2020-11-11 05:08 pm (UTC)[Max knows, even if he's pretending not to. He makes a show of looking Whyborne up and down slowly, and with a purposefully lascivious heat.
He wants Whyborne to know beyond a doubt that he likes what he sees, so he leans in to kiss the newly revealed flesh at his collarbone, before looking back up to meet his eyes and say:]
All I see is a sweet, beautiful man in front of me. Nothing to laugh at here.
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Date: 2020-11-11 05:14 pm (UTC)[Whyborne can't help blushing at the expression in Max's eyes but it does at least give him confidence to slide out of the shirt. He doesn't look down, not wanting to see himself, but he can watch Max.
He drops the shirt to the side and smiles nervously.]
W-what now?
[Where does Max want him?]
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Date: 2020-11-12 04:29 am (UTC)[He reaches for the cuffs and makes sure they are open and ready.]
Get right up to the headboard for me. I want to cuff you to it. And, Whyborne, this part is important: if you want out of them at any time for any reason, or if you want me to stop, say red light. Understand?
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Date: 2020-11-12 04:53 am (UTC)He smiles nervously at Max and nods in answer to his question.]
Ah.. yes. I'll say it if I need to.
[It's an odd thing to say, but all right. He can remember that.]
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Date: 2020-11-14 05:54 am (UTC)[Max doesn't want to break the mood by explaining the concept of safe words but he's not going to ignore the need for one either.
He kicks off his own shoes and crawls up onto the bed after Whyborne. His movements are slow, predatory like a wolf prowling toward the man.]
Lift your arms up over your head.
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Date: 2020-11-18 04:49 am (UTC)Like this?
[He wets his lips with his tongue, his mouth feeling dry and his throat croaky. He had no idea it was possible to want anything this much but he wants - no, he needs Max to be touching him soon.]
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Date: 2020-11-19 05:01 am (UTC)[Max still moves with a kind of calculated grace, even as he's threading the link of the cuffs through the gap in the bed. He closes Whyborne's wrists into them and checks that they're holding.
Then he puts a hand to the man's chest and asks:]
How's that feel?
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Date: 2020-11-29 03:55 am (UTC)It feels... um, tight. You're, ah, not going to leave me here like this, are you?
[He doesn't really believe Max would. His mind just seems to pick up on the worst ideas and run with them.}
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Date: 2020-11-30 12:38 am (UTC)No. I would never do that. And if anyone ever does, I'd really like you to tell me or someone about it.
See, this is why I told you to remember Red Light. If you want out, that's all you need to say.
But as long as you're still enjoying it... you have nothing to worry about.
[Max lets his hands trail down Whyborne's chest slowly, tracing a line down to his belly and then back up again.]
I want you to have a good time.
Voice; whenever is best for this call to happen icly lol
Date: 2020-11-10 03:46 pm (UTC)She sounds almost like she's whispering. Suspicious.
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Date: 2020-11-11 04:08 am (UTC)Why is she whispering?
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Date: 2020-11-11 04:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-12 04:10 am (UTC)He knocks politely, before opening it to look inside.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
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Date: 2020-11-12 12:00 pm (UTC)Assuming he let that happen, he's met with a very flustered Lunari, her cheeks dark and her leylines bright, a hand over her mouth.
"I...I am fine, I just, um. I did something...?" This is so ominous.
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Date: 2020-11-12 01:18 pm (UTC)"Lioriley, what the heck is going on? You're acting like you need me to hide a body for you."
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Date: 2020-11-12 01:23 pm (UTC)Remember that glow in the dark dildo she got? Well it's stuck on the wall about five feet up.
"I cannot get it off..." She admits, so embarrassed her voice cracks. "I did not know it would stick so well. I have never seen anything like that before."
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Date: 2020-11-12 01:55 pm (UTC)"L-Lioriley," his whole body shakes with the effort not to laugh, "how did it get up so high?"
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Date: 2020-11-12 02:01 pm (UTC)"I just--" she makes a motion with her hand. Given her height, it looks like she just kind of reached up a little above her head and placed it. "I did not know it was so sturdy? I cannot get it down!" She craves death!! "Please, Max, i cannot have that up there..."
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Date: 2020-11-12 02:18 pm (UTC)"Okay," he wheezes, "Okay. I'll get it down. Just, you know, for next time try to place it more at your uh... comfort level."
He walks over and takes the dildo firmly in hand. At his stature, it's really no trouble at all for him to apply a little pressure and -Pop! Off it comes.
"That was on there pretty solidly. The fae don't mess around with quality, do they?"
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Date: 2020-11-12 02:23 pm (UTC)"Mmnf." Comes her muttered, incoherent reply. "Thank you. How did you do that?" Was it pure strength? If so, she was fucked.
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Date: 2020-11-12 02:34 pm (UTC)"Strength, but also leverage. If it's lower I think you'll be fine. If not, you can always call me back over." He might not laugh the next time.
"Here," Max offers her the dildo.
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Date: 2020-11-12 02:45 pm (UTC)"Worry not, I shall not be attempting anything like that again." Said as she moves to tuck the dildo back in the basket and kick it under her bed. Good riddance. She looks back at Max. "...I apologize for disturbing you so suddenly."
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Date: 2020-11-12 07:04 pm (UTC)"It's fine. I wasn't doing anything important, just sorting through my new closet. The fae, essentially, gave me my entire wardrobe from home."
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Date: 2020-11-12 07:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-14 10:06 pm (UTC)"Yes. It's all my various suits and dress clothes, and some more of my workout attire. I could probably wear a different outfit every day for the next three months now and never repeat a thing."
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Date: 2020-11-14 10:40 pm (UTC)She chuckles. "That is good, then! I look forward to seeing them all now. You do look quite good in suits."
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Date: 2020-11-15 09:56 pm (UTC)“The way I act, we all know it’s just a fact. I’d be careful not to say that to someone else, though.” Not everyone is as comfortable being called out, after all.
“And, thank you. Some people tease me for being so dressed up all the time, you know. But it’s just a habit now.”
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Date: 2020-11-15 10:12 pm (UTC)She smiles, head tilting slightly. "People tease you for that? I think you look quite... dignified. Elegant. Handsome." Oh, don't let her keep going. Or do? Up to you.
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Date: 2020-11-18 10:12 pm (UTC)"Certainly not. Perhaps we can go shopping together and try something new, hm? I will even find something unlike what I normally wear so you are not alone."
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Date: 2020-11-20 02:44 pm (UTC)"I do love shopping. So, sure. But what would that something be for you?"
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Date: 2020-11-20 07:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-22 10:03 pm (UTC)Text
Date: 2020-11-16 06:20 pm (UTC)Re: Text
Date: 2020-11-16 06:23 pm (UTC)Are you okay?
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Date: 2020-11-16 06:44 pm (UTC)[There's a long pause before a second message comes.]
Are we still friends?
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Date: 2020-11-16 07:31 pm (UTC)[Another long pause.]
So maybe you're right. But the answer is more complicated. I did what I had to.
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Date: 2020-11-16 07:40 pm (UTC)I'm not condemning the things you've had to do back home to survive. I don't know what you've had to do there that have shaped you into who you are. Just like you don't know what made me into who I am. But that lack of self-preservation here has somehow made a woman that is rather nice and warm, someone who has the inordinate patience of a leader that tries to do good, put you on a stabbing list if what you say is true.
And that concerns me.
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Date: 2020-11-16 07:51 pm (UTC)But if you want to know what happened with Lexa, you can ask her yourself. You respect her more than me.
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Date: 2020-11-16 08:11 pm (UTC)I'm concerned that you're not aware of how you're interacting with others. That you can't read the subtle signs when you're about to walk into a hornet's nest because you legit don't care if you get stung.
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Date: 2020-11-16 08:18 pm (UTC)I don't want to get stung anymore.
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Date: 2020-11-16 08:38 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're okay.
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Date: 2020-11-16 09:07 pm (UTC)Take care of yourself, Max.
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Date: 2020-11-30 01:04 am (UTC)I was wrong. I need your help, if the offer stands.
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Date: 2020-11-30 01:09 am (UTC)It does.
Where are you? Did something happen?
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Date: 2020-11-30 01:16 am (UTC)I was hunting, unsuccessfully. A young man happened across my path. [ There are ink dots, lines, and hesitation marks, before he finally confesses-- ]
I managed not to kill him, but I took too much. Hurt him more than was necessary.
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Date: 2020-11-30 03:42 am (UTC)Who was it?
[Max is gathering up a few things and then is immediately on his way to Winter wing. His handwriting will be a lot less precise on the following replies because he's walking and writing.]
Did you get him to a healer?
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Date: 2020-12-02 02:23 am (UTC)Yes. I was too afraid to stay, but he was conscious, talking. He should be fine.
Right? He should be fine?
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Date: 2020-12-02 02:30 am (UTC)Fuck.
[Followed by more.]
I know him. I... shit. Man, that really depends on how much you drank. How much did you drink?
[Wait. If he was talking when they got to the healer chances are it's fine. God, he really hopes so. Jesus.
Belatedly, he realizes maybe he should say something a little more comforting to keep Astarion from panicking more.]
No. I'm sure he'll be fine. If he was talking and awake. That's a good sign.
I'm almost there, I don't know which door is yours?
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Date: 2020-12-03 12:29 am (UTC)[ His own handwriting is a bit frantic, pen pressed harder into the parchment than is strictly necessary. ]
5th door past the baths. Western side.
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Date: 2020-12-03 12:55 am (UTC)[Yep. He definitely made it worse. Oops.
A couple of minutes after that last message, there comes a knock on Astarion's door. Max will let himself in if the door is open.]
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Date: 2020-12-03 10:05 pm (UTC)I need...I need a favor. Several, actually.
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Date: 2020-12-03 10:10 pm (UTC)Okay. Name them. If it's something I can do, I'll do it.
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Date: 2020-12-04 01:46 am (UTC)And. I...this is bloody humiliating to have to ask. [ Astarion doesn't do well with embarrassment. Or vulnerability. Give in a second, Max, this is incredibly hard for him. ] You've been fed from, you know...I don't want to kill anyone. Can you--help me learn control.
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Date: 2020-12-04 02:02 am (UTC)[That's a no brainer. He'd half made up his mind to do so regardless.
The next part is just as expected. Max nods and finally closes the distance between them. He can tell this is a hard thing for Astarion to admit to, so he keeps his expression neutral, no hint of judgment or reproach.]
Yes. I've been fed on hundreds of times. I'm confident I can coach you through it. I'll need to know a few things first. Almost every vampire I've encountered here is slightly different. Can we sit?
[Max motions to the bed.]
First, I need to know if your bite has any venom to it? I'm assuming you won't turn into a vampire just from a bite alone. But, will it affect my mental state at all?
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Date: 2020-12-04 05:01 am (UTC)[ At least, Max can sit, and Astarion gestures for him to do so. He's going to need another moment or two, to let the tension seep out of his limbs, before he can do the same. ]
It was a very long time ago that I was bitten, and I was half-dead already, so I can barely remember what it felt like. I remember it hurt, and then it was...pleasant. Numbing. Almost relaxing. And then, of course, I died, but let's avoid that, please.
[ He inhales deeply through his nose, exhales slowly, and finally manages to perch on the edge of the bed. ] No, you won't--I can't make another like me. Only a true vampire can do that. [ Not a spawn, like himself. ]
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Date: 2020-12-04 05:15 am (UTC)Okay. I'm glad to hear there's no danger of you turning anyone. I'm sure you wouldn't want to.
[A little flash of sadness crosses his countenance at that description of how Astarion had died. He's sorry he has to bring up what are obviously bad memories.]
So, it sounds like you fall a little bit between the two extremes. I've encountered vampires that have, for lack of a better word, orgasmic bites. That's hard to fight off. Then, my master's bite has no effect at all. It hurts, and that's it. So, have no fear about that. I'm more than used to it.
With you, I think I'll be okay. Even if your bite starts to relax me, I think I can keep my head enough to tell you to back off if you're going too far.
I'm not going to let you suck me dry. But, you probably are physically stronger than me. Is there some physical weakness you have that can deter you if I need to use it? For instance, if my master ever seemed like he was getting lost in the moment, all I'd have to do is threaten to poke out an eye and he'd snap out of it immediately.
[Max's tone through all of this is very cool, very academic. He's hoping that treating it this way will help ease some of the poor vampire spawn's anxiety. In Max's world this is normal, everyday, business.]
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Date: 2020-12-05 01:01 am (UTC)Ah...do you have any holy water nearby? Or a holy symbol?
Truly, I think if you asked, or gave me a bit of a shove, I'd stop. I did stop before, when Quentin started to--to struggle.
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Date: 2020-12-06 06:27 am (UTC)[Certainly not in THAT church.]
And I parted ways with religion a long time ago. But, if telling you to back off is enough then that works for me.
[Max can almost hear the panic coming back at the mention of Quentin.]
It's going to be fine. He'll be fine. Quentin's a tough guy.
Okay, here's how we'll do this. I'll have you use my arm so I can be in more control. Drink until I tell you to stop. I'll pay attention to when I feel like you've reached the safe limit, and you try to remember how much that feels like?
It's not an exact science, but at least we can let you get more of a feel for how to do it gently. Just try to go slow.
[Max offers out his left arm wrist up.]
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Date: 2020-12-06 10:15 pm (UTC)All right...
[ He took Max's arm with a light, delicate touch, holding it with cool careful fingers, the pad of his thumb running along the flesh to feel the pulse beneath before he found the best place to set his teeth. When he bit down, he tried use just enough pressure to pierce the skin and no more...when the blood flooded his mouth it was impossible to keep from moaning. Even though he wasn't hungry, after 200 years of an anemic existence, sucking what little sustenance he could get from dead rats, it was just...so delicious. His eyelids flickered, eyes rolling back a bit, but he remembered to pull slowly--to sip like a fine wine, not gorge himself on it, as was his instinct. ]
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Date: 2020-12-07 03:55 am (UTC)A soft exhalation is all the reaction Max has to the pain of the puncture. Even that doesn't sound entirely pained. The sensation of cold is new and interesting, he has to admit. It would be fun to simply let the numbing peaceful calm that follows take him over. But he quickly shakes his head to shake that idea way. He needs to be paying attention to Astarion.
The vampire spawn is doing a pretty good job, Max thinks with a note of pride. He's obviously enjoying this new pleasure of blood, and Max can't fault him, but so far he has stayed steady. Max will let him go just a little longer until the telltale lightheadedness starts. Now, the real test.]
Okay, time to let up.
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Date: 2020-12-07 07:29 am (UTC)After a moment of...collecting himself, his dark red gaze turns to regard Max, teeth still stained slightly red as he smiles slowly. ]
Well...you haven't crumpled to the ground. That must be a good sign.
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Date: 2020-12-10 03:57 pm (UTC)Thankfully, Max has gotten better practiced with holding himself back from acting on the kinds of urges that come along with feedings. But his eyes are still half-lidded, and darkened with lust. Astarion's smile doesn't help anything.]
Yes. And you hardly hesitated pulling away. Also a good sign. How did that feel?
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Date: 2020-12-16 04:49 am (UTC)[ He flexes his fingers, staring down at his hand in awe, Max's arm still cradled in a delicate hold being slowly lowered to his lap. Not in a salacious sense. Just laying it across his thighs. After a moment, he lifted one hand and laid it against the side of Max's neck, so he could feel how much warmer it was. ]
Remarkable, isn't it?
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Date: 2020-12-17 10:21 pm (UTC)[It's no surprise to Max that Astarion's hand is warmer against his neck. His own master can remain warm for close to an hour after a good feeding. But it always fades, eventually.]
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Date: 2020-12-19 12:05 am (UTC)[ His fingers flex and play almost absently, toying with the hair at the nape of Max's neck. ]
My former master. He...required a meal, every few weeks, but when he fed, he took all there was. [ Gods but it's humiliating, lowering, utterly pathetic to understand so little about his own nature. That Cazador kept him so ignorant, so weak, so starved. ] I'm not sure how many small feedings it will take to keep from becoming a danger again.
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Date: 2020-12-19 08:31 pm (UTC)That's... not great.
[He does his best to put aside the knowledge of how many lives that adds up to. How many poor souls died in his master's jaws? That's not Astarion's fault. That's on his master.]
It's extremely hard to judge. In my world, the older a vampire gets, the less blood they need. I have no idea if that's true for you.
For you I just... I don't know. It's really not safe to do big feedings on the same human more than every three months. My master is old. Very old. So, he'd take a very small amount from me on a weekly basis... and even that had to be carefully managed with iron supplements, diet, and exercise. The first day after I'd usually have to spend sleeping.
Now, here, I have that special regeneration boon I asked the fae for so I could do feedings more frequently. But still I... I'm worried my master here isn't going to be happy if I'm double-ing up too much.
[He taps a finger to his lips, thoughtfully.]
There are creatures in the woods. Deer and other big game. And there are the brothels too. I've heard they will let you pay for a meal. I'm not saying I don't want to help, just that if you require a lot then you're going to have to plan on varying your sources.
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Date: 2020-12-22 07:51 pm (UTC)Clearly there were too many factors to know for certain. Astarion was 200 years old, but what did that even mean in terms of undeath? Was it different for him, being a vampire spawn--and having his little passenger sleeping dormant in his head, allowing him to walk in sunlight and cross any threshold he liked without the need for invitation?
He sighed. He had quite a learning curve ahead of him, didn't he. Perhaps the game in the woods, coupled with a few sips of kith blood, would suffice HANG ON HOL' UP-- ]
...Wait. I'm sorry, your master here? [ Explain, Max, cause he is confusion. ]
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Date: 2020-12-23 03:50 pm (UTC)Sorry, that came out wrong. I don't mean like... not the same guy.
It's someone I also feed here. Obviously. Honestly, they aren't very open about it so I'd appreciate if you keep that to yourself. I promise you, though. I'm in no way being forced.
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Date: 2020-12-23 04:28 pm (UTC)[ Good news, Max, you don't have to worry about Astarion's hand straying near your mark any longer, because he is quite pointedly taking his hand back. The very thought of...willingly shackling oneself to another Master. It turns his stomach. ]
Well. You can be assured I have no desire at all to cross another vampire.
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Date: 2020-12-23 05:08 pm (UTC)[Isn't it though? Maybe at the start... Max was so desperate for his world to make sense again when he threw himself at Jackie practically strong-arming the vampire into adopting him. But Jackie has helped him! At his Master, Jackie teaches Max to be better at consent, not worse. Their advice and support has been invaluable. It's not the same at all.]
But... yeah. They don't really want anyone to know their deal. So. Please don't tell anyone about this.
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Date: 2020-12-23 05:51 pm (UTC)[ He shook his head firmly and pushed off of the bed, putting a few steps of distance between himself and Max. Mostly out of fear. He'd have never asked for his help if he'd known he was risking the ire of a vampire he called Master. ]
As I said. I've no desire whatsoever to cross another vampire. If there's risk of that, then please, leave.
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Date: 2020-12-23 05:57 pm (UTC)[No. He can't explain it better without giving too much away. And, he can't make any guarantees about how Jackie will feel about any of this, can he?
Max finally takes his hand back and stands.]
Okay. I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to... entangle you.
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Date: 2020-12-23 06:09 pm (UTC)I'd ask you not to speak of me to them, but I've a feeling you wouldn't have a choice.
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Date: 2020-12-23 06:25 pm (UTC)[He can see the fear. And he's sorry for having made it worse.]
It will be okay. Honest! Their main concern would be you revealing them to other non-vampires. And you won't. So, there won't be a problem.
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Date: 2020-12-23 07:42 pm (UTC)But you know. Apparently this is Max's choice (press x to doubt). Astarion swallows hard and nods. ]
Very well. I'll...take your word for it. [ Not like he has a choice at this point. ] I...pray you know what you are doing, Max.
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Date: 2020-12-23 08:02 pm (UTC)I'll get it worked out. You'll see. Everything will be fine. And, maybe... if they want to meet you, they can give you some advice too? I mean, they might know better how to teach you?
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Date: 2020-12-23 09:50 pm (UTC)[ Maybe that's hypocritical of him. To reject the notion of meeting one of his own kind. It's just that they're NOT his own kind. He's a spawn. He's a lesser. He's an escaped slave. And he doesn't intend to put himself in the sights of another vampire that apparently likes to keep slaves. ]
I don't want the kind of trouble that would bring. I'll figure it out, for myself.
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Date: 2020-12-29 12:30 pm (UTC)[Max's fingers fidget in front of him where he stands. He eyes the door.]
Um. Should I...? I should. I'll just go...
[He makes for the door now, but casts a look back over his shoulder.]
Will you be okay?
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Date: 2021-01-01 12:11 am (UTC)[ He's not one for brave faces, but his expression softens and warms, just a bit. ]
This...it did help. Thank you. It won't be so difficult next time.
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Date: 2021-01-03 07:12 pm (UTC)Take care of yourself.
[And he does finally go now before he makes this any more awkward for either of them.]
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:24 am (UTC)Re: action;
Date: 2020-12-04 03:29 am (UTC)"Are you okay?"
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:34 am (UTC)He wants to ask as much, but he is not a man who is good with words - he's good with action, and he takes it now as he lurches forward and wraps his arms around Max, hugging him tight to his chest and burying his face in his shoulder. "Thank you. I did not think you would truly ask the fae for my senses back..."
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:39 am (UTC)"Oh!" Max slings his arms around Dimitri, hugging him back just as tight. "You got it back! I'm so glad she actually did it!"
As for Dimitri's disbelieve, Max just laughs and ruffles the man's hair. "I said I would, didn't I?"
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:45 am (UTC)"I do not deserve such kindness." He muttered. Max knew what he had done, and yet he still chose to help him. It was such an overwhelming feeling - someone caring so deeply, so willing to give up what they had earned for him. And don't even get him started on how amazing it was to actually taste those honey cakes again, like a sweet nostalgia that only made his tears fall harder and faster.
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:51 am (UTC)"You didn't need to deserve it. I was happy to do it. Dimitri, seeing you happy is all I could ask for. I'm so happy for you."
Max pats his back lightly. "Why don't you come inside? I've got some stuff I'm dying to have you try now."
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Date: 2020-12-04 04:00 am (UTC)"Yes - I apologize, I..." Yeah. He slowly leans back, wiping the tears from his eyes with the heel of his palm. Goddess, he was a fucking mess. He nods, stepping in after Max like a lost puppy; following close. "Those cakes - did you request them as well?"
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Date: 2020-12-05 04:10 pm (UTC)"Yeah. I told Mab to have your favorite dessert waiting for you next to the note. Figured you'd want a way to test out for yourself that it was true."
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Date: 2020-12-07 08:18 pm (UTC)"I thought it might be some kind of trick at first." Because he was paranoid, and he wouldn't be surprised. "but when I tasted it...it was just like I remembered, as if the tray had come from the castle kitchens in my home in Faerghus, as if my step mother was there."
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Date: 2020-12-09 03:41 am (UTC)"I'm so glad. I knew I wouldn't be able to reproduce it as well as the fae could. But now that you've tasted it again more recently, you'll be able to help me get it right, won't you?"
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Date: 2020-12-09 03:55 am (UTC)"I am not a baker by any means, but if you simply mean taste testing, I would be more than happy to." He says, shifting on his heels a bit awkwardly. "But I am going to have to insist you allow me to repay you with more than just that."
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Date: 2020-12-09 04:10 am (UTC)But, oh dear. What is he supposed to say to that? Max knows what the dirty side of him wants, but he absolutely did not do this just to get a 'thank you' fuck. That would be wrong.
"Well... how about a thank you kiss from a handsome king? Hm?" This isn't the same thing. It's just a kiss. Like, on the cheek. "That would be thanks enough."
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Date: 2020-12-09 04:19 am (UTC)He steps forward, a scarred, calloused hand cupping Max's cheek, thumbing under his eye with surprising gentleness (though that probably wouldn't last very long) as he leaned in and pressed his lips to the other man's.
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Date: 2020-12-11 04:52 am (UTC)Max swallow hard when the man draws closer. Whatever he was about to say dries up in the back of his throat as Dimitri strokes a thumb tenderly over his cheek. His lips part eagerly to accept that kiss. He presses in, seeking to deepen it, to taste Dimitri's tongue with his own. Will the sweetness of the cakes be lingering there still?
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Date: 2020-12-11 05:04 am (UTC)In turn he plans to taste Max just the same; his tongue delving from his mouth and into the other man's so he can really appreciate whatever he has to offer. An odd - but not unpleasant - mix of sweetness and...bitterness? He will have to probe a little more, excuse him. His arm loops around Max's waist, palm flat against the small of his back to press their chests together.
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Date: 2020-12-12 06:46 pm (UTC)Right now, though, it's Dimitri making Max's eyes water from the intensity of his kiss. The arm around his waist pulls him in close and he's like putty in Dimitri's strong, strong arms. His mouth opens eagerly to that kiss, letting the grateful king have full reign to explore as deep as he wishes.
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Date: 2020-12-12 08:49 pm (UTC)"Is that sufficient enough for repayment?" He asks, his voice low, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. "Or do you require more of me?"
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Date: 2020-12-14 06:58 pm (UTC)"More than sufficient," he pants, "but... mmm, I really want more."
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Date: 2020-12-14 07:07 pm (UTC)The king is only slightly hesitant. He's more experienced now than when they first met, but he still worries he might fuck something up or hurt the other man despite that. So he is careful - as careful as a beast if a man like him can be - as he leans in to trail kisses along Max's neck, not knowing how sensitive it is. Once he's got him pushed back against whatever he hit, he wedges a muscular thigh between Max's, pushing them apart so he can rub against his crotch. "What is it you want? I owe you quite a bit - so anything you request, I can surely manage."
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Date: 2020-12-17 04:35 am (UTC)Max is trying to play it cool, right up until Dimitri's kisses begin to trail down his neck. He can't pretend anything with that, it sets fire to his skin.
"Oh, fuck yes."
His hands grip Dimitri harder, to hold himself up. But that proves not to be necessary at all. Dimitri is so strong! Lifting Max and carrying him like he's made of paper. They hit the kitchen wall and Max groans from pure unadulterated lust. He can barely stand how hard his cock is now. When Dimitri parts his legs with a thigh, Max grinds himself eagerly against it, desperate for relief.
"God," Max gasps. Words are hard when he'd this turned-on, "fuck me right here against the wall. Oh, please!"
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Date: 2020-12-20 06:03 pm (UTC)And so he would via obliging in Max's request. A request that did not surprise him and yet still caused his cheeks to light with a rosy hue, and a heat coil in his belly. He pushed his leg forward, making sure Max could grind as much as he wanted against the corded thigh, all the while kisses along the curve of his neck.
"As you wish." He murmurs, lapping his tongue along the column of Max's neck. He tugs on whatever clothing covers his upper half now, trying his best not to just rip it off with his strength - but making no promises that he won't either.
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Date: 2020-12-22 06:26 pm (UTC)Needy moans rumble in his chest at the delicious sensation if the man's tongue along his neck. He's too desperate to care if this shirt gets ruined. While Dimitri takes care of that, he moves shaking hands to his belt, unbuckling it and then undoing the fly of his trousers. He'll let everything fall around his ankles, and kick them away, along with his shoes.
"Lube, in the kitchen drawer," he pants, motioning to a nearby drawer under the counter. He wants to waste no time, but he's also seen what Dimitri is packing. He's going to need it.
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Date: 2020-12-23 03:32 am (UTC)"Of course." he has a hand free, so he will use it to yank the drawer open and fumble around for the bottle of lube. He retracts his leg so Max can get his pants off, none too worried about his own for the time being as he grasps the bottle finally and pulls it out of the drawer.
Max's room is going to be a fucking mess once this disasters done.
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Date: 2020-12-24 06:46 am (UTC)Dimly, Max is aware of the sound of the drawer almost meeting an unfortunate fate. Nothing sounds like it broke, so he's not too concerned. No, the only thing he wants to concern himself with is Dimitri's cock. Hurry up with that lube!
"I need you," he whines impatiently, pressing his naked erection against Dimitri's thigh once more. "Please!
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Date: 2020-12-29 09:44 pm (UTC)His other hand slides up along Max's front, cupping the curve of his neck as he leans in and kisses the other side - trying to rouse more cries of pleasure from him as he had earlier. "Patience, Max. I need you to be ready for me." He breathes hotly between kisses.
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Date: 2021-01-02 04:55 pm (UTC)He grinds himself against Dimitri's fingers now, encouraging him to probe deep. He's already plenty relaxed and open, a little more lube and he will be as ready as can be.
"I want you now," Max begs. So much for patience. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please!"
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Date: 2021-01-02 06:29 pm (UTC)The hand on Max's neck trails down, thumb against his pulse for a split second before vanishing entirely. He needs both hands to grab the lube again so he can quickly slather it across his own dick.
It's sloppy, there's splashes of lube on both their thighs but whatever. Its done, and as soon as he can he hooks his hands under Max's ass; simultaneously spreading him a bit and lifting him off the ground as the head of his cock presses to his entrance.
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Date: 2021-01-03 11:19 pm (UTC)"O-oh," he moans unhappily when Dimitri takes his hands away. But that displeasure is short-lived.
The moment he feels himself lifted with Dimitri's thick cock poised at his opening he lets out a joyous cry, "Yes! Fucking do it!"
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Date: 2021-01-05 01:12 am (UTC)Dimitri tries to ease in slow, letting his girthy cock fill him inch by agonizingly slow inch until he's hilted in him fully. His breath comes hard, body pressed to Max's to keep him held against the wall, the hands under his thighs squeezing so hard he will likely leave him bruised.
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Date: 2021-01-09 06:17 am (UTC)"Oh! Yes, yes, yes," he hisses. Max might be wordy enough for the both of them. Though now he'd devolved into wordless noises of pleasure.
He rocks against Dimitri, encouraging the man to give him more of that fat cock. It's stretching him wide, filling him all the way, and grinding against his fun button hard enough to have him seeing stars already.
"G-good," Max assures him with a shaky breath. "It's so good." Even the bruising grip on his thighs is good. Mixing pleasure with pain in a way that has him burning with lust. "Fuck, you're so big. I love it."
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Date: 2021-01-12 04:38 pm (UTC)"Do you want more?" he asked, knowing full well the answer as he ground his hips against the other man's, forcing him harder against the wall. He pulled back slowly and then thrust up, over and over in an agonizing rhythm that would last for about two seconds before he just went to town on Max. "Tell me."
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Date: 2021-01-15 04:44 am (UTC)Fuck yes! His fingers scrabble against Dimitri, wildly taking hold of anything he can reach in a futile attempt to ground himself against the overwhelming pleasure of that cock thrusting into him. Goddamn! He won't even need to touch himself, not like this. Each time Dimitri grinds against him white spots dance before his eyes.
"Fuck me," he whispers desperately. "fuckmefuckmefuckme!"
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Date: 2021-01-15 06:50 pm (UTC)It will be a miracle they don't crash through the wall with how hard he shoves Max against it, sandwiching him between it and his own toned form. He can feel the other man's cock between them, hard and wanting, and he would think to grab a hold of it if his hands were not leaving perfectly shaped prints in his ass. Oh well.
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Date: 2021-01-17 03:30 pm (UTC)The noises coming from him as Dimitri's mouth clamps over his neck are desperate, animalistic, and quickly escalating in pitch until they edge on being pure screams of pleasure. He's too overwhelmed by the molten head throbbing in his ass to do anything but cling to Dimitri and enjoy the bone-crushing ride.
Until...
"OH!" he manages to make something close to a human sound as the pressure gathering in his loins builds to a crescendo, "I'm going to-!"
His untouched cock pressed between them throbs hard and Max throws his head back to let loose one last wanton cry before a fountain of cum spills forth, painting both their chests with hot ropes.
"Fuuuuck," he moans until the sound softly dies on his lips. His limbs are still twitching with dying sparks of that pleasure, but he tries not to let himself go completely boneless. Not until Dimitri can join him in climaxing.
"Fuck, you're so hot. I want to feel you come for me."
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Date: 2021-01-23 03:42 am (UTC)"Soon." He snarls, dragging his teeth over the skin to leave a slow forming bruise, kisses laid upon Max's jaw, to his lips so he can kiss him hard, moaning into his mouth as his hips begin to stutter. Soon apparently meant really soon when he hilts in him fully once more, raising Max up a few inches along the wall as he fills him to bursting with that hot, molten warmth.
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Date: 2021-01-24 06:47 pm (UTC)It doesn't matter much because it's all swallowed up by that blazing kiss and even hotter burst from below. Max moans along with Dimitri, the sound of their cries mingling as he's filled to the brim.
"Oh, Dimitri," Max gasps when their lips finally part. If there was supposed to be more to that statement... it never comes. Max tips forward against Dimitri's chest, hanging limp. He's so thoroughly fucked he doesn't even know if he's still conscious. Subtle aches starting to make themselves known suggest he is... but he's too damn happy to care.
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Date: 2020-12-05 07:34 am (UTC)"Max...?" Her voice is low, just barely audible behind the door, her fingertips hover over the knob knowing she could probably just open it if she wished to. Max rarely locked it. "I-it is Lioriley. Will you speak with me a moment?"
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Date: 2020-12-05 03:36 pm (UTC)When the knock comes on his door, and he hears Lioriley's voice, he considers pretending to actually be asleep. That would be easier than facing what he'd done. But that won't make things better. He owes her an apology. He can at least try to be man enough to deliver it.
"The door is open. You... can come in."
He rolls to the side of the bed and hauls himself into a sitting position. He's naked except for a pair of gym shorts. But nothing in the way his shoulders sag or his back hunches looks remotely sexy at the moment.
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Date: 2020-12-05 05:40 pm (UTC)So, slowly, she opens the door and peeks in, her heart immediately sinking in her chest at the sight of him. He looks miserable. Surely that was not all her doing, was it?
She moves over to the bed but doesn't sit, opting instead to stand in front of him and gently place a hand on his cheek. "Max." Her voice is soft, a whisper, soothing - at least, she hopes so. "I believe we ended our conversation on the wrong foot last night. So I...I wished to aplogize for any distress I may have caused you."
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Date: 2020-12-05 06:06 pm (UTC)"No. Lioriley. No. Don't apologize. It's me. It's my fault. I should never have opened my big fat mouth. I'm sorry I said those things. And I'm sorry about what I said about Astarion. I'm just... I'm sorry."
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Date: 2020-12-05 06:19 pm (UTC)"You are forgiven." She says easily. "Your intentions were good, Max, and I truly do appreciate your concern for mine and Astarion's safety. I cannot fault you for doing what you thought to be right."
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Date: 2020-12-05 06:55 pm (UTC)"I was..." he says helplessly, "I thought I was. But I... it still doesn't make it right. It's just..."
No. No, he doesn't deserve to make excuses for himself. It doesn't matter that Astarion gave him reasons to worry because of his inexperience (and what happened to Quentin). He was still wrong to lecture them like that.
"I'm sorry if I've made things awkward for you with Astarion now. Or Edgar. Fuck. I made everything a mess. I don't... I won't say anything anymore. You're smarter than I am anyway. I should have trusted you better."
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Date: 2020-12-05 07:11 pm (UTC)"Astarion and I are fine." She assures him, perhaps even vaguely amused by the idea that they were the ones that might have issues. "I shall not speak much for him, but you may very well need to have another proper discussion - no need for things to be left festering like this. As for Edgar...well, if you speak with him, I would like you to be honest. He is a strong, sweet boy, and I am certain he will recover quickly with you there to support him. And should he not wish to be around me for a time - I...I understand."
A beat. She sighs. "You should have trusted me, but...you were trying to help, and sometimes we speak before we think, act when we should not. These things happen, Max. I will not blame you for trying to help someone you care for."
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Date: 2020-12-05 07:27 pm (UTC)"Are you really sure you'd want me to say anything at all to Edgar? I'll just make it worse. I know it. Maybe it would just be better to... let whatever happens happen." Honestly, that can't be worse than the mess Max would make of it. How many more friendships could he ruin?
"I won't do this again. I promise." He's done sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong. Consider this his lesson learned.
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Date: 2020-12-05 07:45 pm (UTC)She sighs again, and by now she can no longer resist the urge to comfort him. This time she maneuvers to push herself into his lap, sitting sideways so she can rest her head on his shoulder. What is he going to do, push her off? She doubts it.
"You will not make anything worse. Edgar thinks the world of you, Max - and I cannot say it will not be a difficult topic to discuss, but if you consider your words before you speak them, you will be fine. Just...take your time." Essentially: think before you speak. In nicer words.
She shakes her head. "You will. 'Tis in your nature - but that is not a bad thing."
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Date: 2020-12-05 07:58 pm (UTC)He goes utterly stiff. No. He won't push her off. No. What he wants is to wrap his arms around her and let these tears stinging the back of his eyes finally fall. But he can't. He shouldn't. She shouldn't have to deal with how broken he really is. She has her own worries. Yet he can't stop himself from spilling the words, the moment he feels the warmth of her embrace against him.
"No," it comes out a sob despite his best efforts. "It's not. It's not my nature. It's a mistake. My nature is to...be quiet and do as I'm told. I should have stuck to that. I'm not... I'm not good at this. I want to be, but I'm not."
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Date: 2020-12-05 08:06 pm (UTC)"It is your nature, your true nature - not what your master instilled in you. If you were meant to be quiet and subservient, you would not be so willing to thrust yourself into situations like this. You want to help people, Max, and perhaps your methods are a bit...clumsy now, but you will find your feet. You just have to keep trying." She squeezes her arms around him tightly. "Please, keep trying."
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Date: 2020-12-05 08:23 pm (UTC)When her arms squeeze him tight, another sob catches in his throat. He can't speak, the words are choked off. The most she gets is a desperate whine that rumbles in his chest.
At please keep trying he loses even that small fraction of control. His arms wrap around her. He buries his face into her back. And he weeps. Like a lost child.
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Date: 2020-12-05 08:34 pm (UTC)"Shhh." She coos, closing her eyes, head tilted back to gently press her lips to his temple. "It is alright, Max. You will be alright. I promise." Then, she just...let's him cry, comforting him with soft murmurs and pets against his head.
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Date: 2020-12-05 08:55 pm (UTC)"Thank you," he croaks. "I'm really. I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry."
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Date: 2020-12-05 09:01 pm (UTC)She does not linger there for long though; only a split second before she returns to soothing him until he's finished crying. "It is fine, Max. No more apologies." She kisses his temple again. "Tell me what you wish of me. What will make you feel better after all of this?"
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Date: 2020-12-05 09:36 pm (UTC)"I don't want anything from you except what you've always been. I want to be your friend and sometimes your lover. I don't want to have ruined that. I don't want you to...think worse of me because of this." He puts his own hand lightly to the scar on his neck.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this sooner." One more apology? Oops.
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Date: 2020-12-05 09:39 pm (UTC)"I already knew of it." She admits. "I had seen it when you wished for me to aid you in your work out, but I had presumed you did not care to speak of it - so I did not bring it up. Is it...is it from your master?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 02:28 am (UTC)"Yes. It's his coat of arms. That's how people, well, other vampires, know not to touch me. Because I'm his." His property. His to protect and keep.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 02:34 am (UTC)"And yet he allows them to drink from you without issue? You spoke as if it was common, as if...he was not the only one that did it. Or am I assuming too much?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 04:55 am (UTC)"He's a powerful lord. He has other vampire lords who visit him frequently for business. And I..." He swallows thickly, "I'm in charge of... entertaining them. Part of my Master's...hospitality."
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Date: 2020-12-06 05:02 am (UTC)"I did not know." Obviously. "I am truly sorry you had to suffer such a thing - a man as kind and gentle as you are. But it is good, is it not...that here you are free of him?"
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Date: 2020-12-06 05:28 am (UTC)"I am happier here. Don't get me wrong. I'm much happier here. I just... it wasn't torture every single day. Not like..." not like it was for Astarion. He takes another hitching breath, reminded once more of his own hypocrisy.
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Date: 2020-12-06 05:38 am (UTC)"Perhaps not, but you still did not deserve it. No one has the right to rule another, to force them to do things they should not. You have suffered, Max, but you are not weak or helpless, and you are most certainly not alone. Do not think you have to suffer by yourself, if you must suffer at all."
She sighs. "But...your response earlier makes sense now." A lot of sense.
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Date: 2020-12-06 09:36 pm (UTC)Max is not sure he agrees with her. He feels pretty helpless most days. He fakes confidence like a pro, but that's all it is. Smoke and mirrors.
"I don't have to like it, but it's the truth. I just... I'm trying to change Lioriley. But I don't know how."
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Date: 2020-12-06 10:09 pm (UTC)She tries, trying to calm her annoyance of so called laws of immortals and the bind that Max was apparently in, if only for his sake. "It will take time, but I am here to help you - whatever you need me to do, any advice you seek...you can come to me."
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Date: 2020-12-07 03:35 am (UTC)That's why the loopholes won't apply. The doors aren't locked. Max could leave. He could walk out those doors any time. But he wouldn't last a day on his own. Erik is the only one who can save him.
Max cuddles into her a little closer, trying to convey his gratitude where words fail. "I'll... try to remember that. I'm not... I'm still not good at this. But I'll try."
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Date: 2020-12-07 03:49 am (UTC)cw: death/gore/burning
Date: 2020-12-07 07:01 pm (UTC)He realizes that's going to take more explanation now, too, but he has to take a moment to steel himself for this story. Seeing the ghost of that very woman when he lowered his mask at the Halloween party had shaken him badly. And now the pain is fresh all over again.
"I was at a party. She came up and started flirting with me. She lured me to the basement. She started to feed on me, and I don't think she would have stopped until I was dead. But I had a torch in my backpack. I used it on her. I burned her and then I killed her.
"I didn't mean to I was just... so scared. But, then, my Master came. He saw what I had done. He said, by rights, he should kill me. That if he didn't, her allies would. They would never rest until they got their revenge. The only thing he could do was claim me. Then they wouldn't be able to touch me."
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Date: 2020-12-07 07:24 pm (UTC)Logically, his story is clearly one of self-defense - if he hadn't defended himself he would have died right there on that basement floor. But the alternative he faced was, perhaps, far worse. He was alive and forced under the thumb of a vampire that claimed to protect him, and yet allowed so many other vampires to feed and use him as they pleased. It didn't sit well with her at all for a great many reasons, but what could she do about it? Scolding him was just cruel - it wasn't his fault. but the helplessness she felt in this moment was palpable. Immeasurable.
"You did what you had to do to survive. That is admirable, and a testament to your strength and bravery that many would not have been able to show in the face of such a plight. And I wish - I wish so desperately that I could help you. But all I can truly do is pray that you remain here - and that while you do, you come to learn of all the gifts you have been given, all of the people that care for you.
You are your own man here, Max. That may be overwhelming, and I understand, but you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. And I hope one day you see that. Because a man as kind and sweet and wonderful as you deserves every kindness in the world and so much more."
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Date: 2020-12-08 09:38 pm (UTC)"I-I..." he hiccups, "w-want to b-believe you're right. I just... I want to be strong. I d-don't feel strong. And I'm sorry. I g-got scared for you and I took it out on h-him. I shouldn't have done that. I really am sorry."
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Date: 2020-12-08 09:52 pm (UTC)"I know, Max." She assures him. "You did nothing wrong. I know you were just trying to help and I cannot fault you for that - everything will be alright. I promise." She shifts back after a moment, trying to duck her head down to see his face, hands reaching up if he'll let her to brush the tears from his cheeks. "You are so precious to me, Max. And I do hate to see you like this - tell me what I can do to make you smile again."
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Date: 2020-12-08 10:03 pm (UTC)"It was wrong. It was. I won't do it again." That's all he can do since he can't take it all back. But he swears, he won't meddle like this anymore.
"It's enough," he says, finally calming down at her soft touch to his hair, "It's enough that you don't hate me. I was scared maybe I fucked it all up too badly."
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Date: 2020-12-08 10:07 pm (UTC)She frowns despite herself. "Do you truly believe I would hate you?" He must not know her well to even assume as much. "It will take a lot more than this to make me feel negatively toward you."
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Date: 2020-12-09 05:04 am (UTC)"Sorry, I'm such a mess. I should... I should just..." He tries to break away from her but she's still on his lap. "I'm so tired."
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Date: 2020-12-09 05:15 am (UTC)"...Would you like me to stay?" She asks, even if there are a thousand other things she would like to say instead. All things, she is certain, he would not care to answer or acknowledge in his current state of mind.
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Date: 2020-12-09 01:05 pm (UTC)"No..." he chokes on the word. "I should... sleep. Alone."
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Date: 2020-12-09 01:10 pm (UTC)"Very well." She says, a plan already forming in her mind. She leaned in to kiss his forehead if he let her, then slowly slid off his lap to head for the door. "...Take care of yourself, Max. I...I will see you soon?" She hoped.
i hurt myself :]
Date: 2020-12-09 03:29 pm (UTC)"Yes," he manages to croak. "I'll see you. O-okay?" He hopes so too.
He just needs some time. He needs to crawl into a corner and cry himself into a numb sleep. All of this pain is too much. He can't take it. So, as she leaves, he rolls over on the bed and curls in around himself, knees tucked as tight to his chest as he can get them. He'll stay like that, letting quiet tears drain down his face, for as long as it takes to stop feeling this.
a new challenger approaches
Date: 2020-12-09 05:31 pm (UTC)The sight alone is enough to tear at his very heart, aching so profundly with the want to gather Max up in his arms. And why shouldn't he?
Quietly he slips into the room, shutting the door gently behind him. Soft noises, but he hopes it's not enough to give himself away yet before Max can tell him to go. Instead he pads over to the bed, kicking off his shoes and taking up the space at Max's back all in one fluid motion. Pressing his cheek against the man's back and angling an arm around him, Lucas finally speaks, low and calm and soothing. "Max. Talk to me."
Dun dun dun
Date: 2020-12-09 06:24 pm (UTC)"Did Lioriley tell you what I did?" He knows it must be her that called Lucas. This is no coincidence.
"Did she tell you?"
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Date: 2020-12-10 03:31 am (UTC)Which is the truth from what Lucas gathered from Lior's disjointed explanation. It's a good starting point, a nudge, Lucas hopes, to reach into the internal turmoil Max is in right now.
"And, I mean, that's totally fair considering your own experiences, Max." he squeezes his arms tight in anticipation, knowing what kind of protests he'd have if the situation was reversed, "You're not terrible for being worried for her. Okay?"
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Date: 2020-12-10 10:34 pm (UTC)He curls in tighter to himself, as if he could shun Lucas' comfort, undeserving of it as he is.
"I treated Astarion like... like he'd be same as Erik. But he's not. And I knew that. I should have known that." Astarion's master had done unspeakable things to him. He knew better than anyone the horrors that could be done. How could Max have even begun to insinuate he wouldn't be careful? Of course he would!
"I shouldn't get a pass for this. Lioriley says she forgives me but she shouldn't."
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Date: 2020-12-12 04:55 pm (UTC)Lucas frowns to himself, hearing the self recrimination heavy in Max's tone. Laying the blame solely upon his own shoulders.
"Forgiveness isn't a pass," Lucas gently presses his forehead to the back of Max's neck, knowing that mark is there. Erik's mark and all the trauma that Max is still unpacking that goes along with it.
"Whether she forgives you or not is up to her, Max. She forgave you and she means it." He's careful to keep his voice even. "So you either accept it and start to set this right, or you don't and dig your hole even further. I mean, yes, you were trying to look out for her and it brought up things that didn't need to be, but you are...you are trying to work through things, Max. It's messy and scary and sometimes not straight-forward. You're going to make mistakes, and take a few steps back, but it's still progress. And so is accepting Lior's forgiveness and mending things with Astarion."
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Date: 2020-12-13 02:18 am (UTC)But Lucas knows what that is. Lucas knows. And accepts it as a part of him. And now... so does Lioriley. Slowly, inch by inch, Max lets himself uncurl again. He lets Lucas' words seep in past the barriers he's put up.
She's forgiven him. Her choice? So now he... he has to accept that or he'll make things even worse?
"I want to make it right," he croaks, just barely holding back a sob. "I never wanted to... Lucas I... I don't what to do now. I don't know where to go from here. I'm so lost. I feel so lost." The world is spinning all around him, faster and faster.
"What do I do? Tell me? What do I do?"
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Date: 2020-12-13 03:07 am (UTC)"First, I need you to take a few breathes, okay? Nice and calm. You're too wound up to think straight and that's not fair to you or Lioriley." Lucas takes an exaggerated breath. "With me?"
Even if Max takes his own rhythm for it, Lucas still silently encourages him, gently kissing his back just below that horrible mark. One baby step at a time, Max could get through this.
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Date: 2020-12-13 03:54 am (UTC)Max takes a long breath in, following along with Lucas setting the pace. This helps, less because of the breathing and more because he has someone leading him in it.
The first few breaths are shaky, still quivering with pain. But as it continues, and as Lucas presses kiss to him, he calms. And the buzzing in his mind begins to quiet.
"What next?" He asks. There's an odd eagerness in his voice as if he's desperate for Lucas to give him more guidance... or an order.
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Date: 2020-12-13 04:11 am (UTC)An order.
His gut twists. Lucas wants so desperately for Max's own sake for him to make his own decisions, and he has been making progress, but it's only been a little shy of half a year since they both arrived in the city. Not nearly enough time to completely undo damaged that reaches so deep it's buried itself in the core of Max's soul. This is simply...too much.
Swallowing thickly Lucas presses on. He can think, and fall apart, later. Max needs him now.
"You're doing good," He praises, another kiss to follow. "You're still tense, so we're going to relax all of these tense muscles next. Okay? Focus on your toes first."
Slowly Lucas walks Max through relaxing everything from his toes up, while frantically rattling his brain for what to tell the man next.
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Date: 2020-12-16 05:48 am (UTC)Lucas will feel his body loosen as they go, and once they've reached his chest and arms, Max's breathing is steady and deep. It's working. The anxiety is receding.
"I'm so tired," he says. He stayed up fretting all night. "I want to just... sleep for a while?" If Lucas tells him to do it, he's sure he'll be able to now.
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Date: 2020-12-16 02:08 pm (UTC)"Just one more thing and then you can sleep." He promises with another kiss. Focus on Max. Lucas takes a quiet breath to steady himself. "I need you to accept Lior's forgiveness. And I know! I know. It's not easy and that you don't believe you deserve it. But accept it and talk to her. Soon. Alright?"
this looks good to wrap up
Date: 2020-12-16 04:39 pm (UTC)Accept Lioriley's forgiveness.
Another tremor runs through him. He tenses one last time. But it's still an order. It's what he must do. So, he nods again.
"I will," he promises. "I... do. I'll call her."
With that promise cast in stone, he closes his eyes and lets out another long shuddering breath. Lucas said he could sleep after that one last thing. He longs to let that blissful nothingness take him for a while. He's reached the point of exhaustion now where he doesn't think he can resist it anymore. He's slipping already.
And good to call done, enjoy the feels
Date: 2020-12-16 05:13 pm (UTC)It isn't.
His stomach drops and slowly, carefully, Lucas measures his exhale out and forces himself to relax around Max, to hold in a tremble and keep the wetness stinging his eyes at bay. A kiss to send Max off to slumber. No further orders from the Medium will follow aside from a quiet, "Good night, Max. I love you."
Long past the moment he's certain the man is sleeping, Lucas waits, swallowing down the burning lump in his throat, blinking to hold back tears until that no longer works. They slide hot and silent down his cheeks. Afraid for Max, worrying for Max, in ways that absolutely fill him with dread, because he'll do it again. If another situation arises, if it means helping guide his love along a better path, then Lucas vows he'll take on this mantle again. As many times as he needs to, but it's not a noble gesture.
It makes him no better than Erik, in the end.
The thought keeps him up umtil his tears have dried and the castle starts waking up. No rest for the weary, he had promised to check on Lioriley and he means to do that, too. Once Max is up and moving, Lucas kisses him goodbye and slips out of the man's room.
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Date: 2020-12-06 01:53 am (UTC)He knocks on Max's door and reaches up to tap the cupcake for good measure. He's looking forward to another romp with Max, he feels like they haven't had the chance to hang out as much. Michael's been in his own head a lot, and the stuff with Raleigh....is...complicated. (It really isn't, he's just in his feelings about it.)
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 03:29 am (UTC)"Come on in. I got us glasses with ice already." The perks of having his own refrigerator and kitchen.
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Date: 2020-12-06 03:35 am (UTC)Rude, Max, real rude. Michael makes himself at home, striding in and opening the bottle to pour them both generous helpings. "All you need is a TV and a hot tub and I think you'd be all set." Maybe a toilet, Michael?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 03:43 am (UTC)"Hm. A hot tub... that's not a bad idea." But he's not thinking about that for him. He's thinking about that for a certain Jaerger pilot suffering from sore limbs. Fuck. That could work?
"Hell, if I keep asking for stuff, I may as well just ask for a whole house. Some have." Toilets? Who needs them?
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:03 am (UTC)"I suggested it to Raleigh too," he comments idly. "I thought it'd be good for him, y'know." Asshole doesn't take care of himself.
But they are not there to talk about Raleigh. "Yeah, some people have them. You should have a house, you deserve a lot of space to have a lot of people over. You seem to like having a lot of people over, I mean." Ugh. Michael rubs his face and takes a quick generous drink of moonshine. "I promise I'm not calling you a slut, you're just...really social, and I like the image of you having a house where you can have people hang out all the time."
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:14 am (UTC)He shrugs. He's a slut. But, it does mean he can afford to buy his friends things when they can't (or won't!) get it for themselves. And now that Michael has mentioned it... Max thinks he's definitely going to request a tub for Raleigh. It IS almost his birthday.
"Well, you have a point, too. I do like having people over. And Lucas is in here almost as often as his own room. It would be nice to have more space for it. But, I worry I'd miss seeing people around here. I like that we're all so close, you know?" Passing people in the halls, saying hi, he likes that.
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:23 am (UTC)Michael nods, turning to top himself up (and sneak a bit of acetone into his drink). "Think it's like living in a dorm?" He tries not to think about how he missed out on college, and the why. "Maybe you could ask for a bigger room. A bigger bed."
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Date: 2020-12-06 05:36 am (UTC)"Yes. I'd say it's a lot like that. I always did love that atmosphere." Max was a social guy in college too. Too bad he never had a chance to graduate.
"I could..." Max comes closer, his words curling on his tongue, "but I think we fit in it just fine right now, don't you?" He knows he's supposed to be having his drink, but he'd rather taste Michael's lips instead.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 12:10 pm (UTC)"I'm not sure," he says, smiling slowly and giving Max a look from under heavy lids. "I think we need to see for sure."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 11:35 pm (UTC)"I guess we do," with that, Max closes the distance between them with a hot and heavy kiss.
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Date: 2020-12-07 12:10 am (UTC)He slides his hands up Max's back and into his hair, mouth opening under Max's.
fade there and cut to the morning?
Date: 2020-12-07 04:40 am (UTC)What was already a passionate kiss turns into a frenzy at that. Max digs his fingers into Michael’s hair and holds on while he drags his mouth down from the man’s lips to his chin, neck, shoulder, and he keeps heading south, eventually having to let go of the man's hair. but it's worth it.
Let him show Michael exactly how he feels about being jerked around.
thumbs up
Date: 2020-12-07 12:03 pm (UTC)The night is a great reminder of why he likes having sex with Max. It's also Michael's first time staying over with Max, and god damn but the man's got some superior snuggle skills. He tries to sneak out of his arms in the morning (not to leave just to get breakfast started like he promised), but he'll be easily pulled in for some lazy morning makeouts or sex before pinning Max down and making him promise to stay where he is while Michael cooks.
He'll even do it naked, as long as he doesn't cook bacon. Now stay and let him go start the coffee.
Re: thumbs up
Date: 2020-12-09 06:13 pm (UTC)But the fun doesn't stop just at the sex. It feels like it was a small triumph that he's managed to get Michael not only to cuddle him all night, but then in the morning too (and more) despite several attempts at escape. He's looking quite smug about it, up until Michael makes him promise not to get out of bed to help.
"But-!" he tries to protest, but it's hard to argue when he's being pinned so nicely. And, he did say he'd let Michael do it.
"Fine." That doesn't mean he can't lay here all naked and cute pouting while he watches. That's exactly what he's gonna do. With his arms cartoonishly folded over his chest.
At least... until he spots Michael's flask laying nearby on the floor next to his jeans. He waits until Michael's back is turned then he rolls to the side of the bed and snags it.
"While you get the coffee, I'll get the hair of the dog," he says, popping the lid off of it. He lifts it to his lips for a sip and ends up spitting it out all over the bed.
"What the hell?!"
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Date: 2020-12-09 07:50 pm (UTC)"Hmhm?" He doesn't think anything of Max having another drink so he doesn't bother looking to see exactly what he's drinking out of until he hears him sputter and curse. Then he jerks his head up and freezes when he sees what's in his hand.
Michael sets the bowl of eggs he's whisking down, puts a fake grin on his face. "Oh yeah I shoulda warned you, I like it pretty strong." He strides over and reaches to snatch it out of Max's grip. "Sorry, I'll take that."
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Date: 2020-12-09 09:33 pm (UTC)He fixes Michael with a shrewd glare and attempts to dodge the flask away from his reaching hand. "Bullshit. That's not strong stuff! That's chemical! You think I don't know the difference? Are you drinking paint thinner?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-09 09:55 pm (UTC)...He sags.
"It's acetone." Can he have the flask back now. "I was drinking acetone."
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Date: 2020-12-09 10:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-09 10:34 pm (UTC)Cuz. He's not. Okay?
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Date: 2020-12-09 10:40 pm (UTC)Max's expression draws in tight, almost unreadable save for the clear concern still edged into the creases of his brow.
"But... Michael, what are? If you're not human?"
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Date: 2020-12-09 10:53 pm (UTC)Look, he's not leaving. He's just putting his jeans on because he's not having his conversation with his dick out. He sits on the edge of the bed and runs a had through his curls, glancing anxiously at Max. "I'm an alien," he says in a breath, quick. "I don't know where I'm from." He holds his forearm out to show Max the tattoo of three differently patterned circles, lines drawn from them to meet in the middle in a triangle. "This is the only clue we've got and I have no idea what it means."
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Date: 2020-12-10 01:16 am (UTC)By the time Michael is back and sitting on the bed next to him, he's had time to come down from the initial shock. And yet. That's still one hell of a thing to hear a guy say.
"Holy shit. R-really?"
Max stares at Micahel in amazement. But he's so... usual looking. At least on the outside. But, okay, he does have his telekinesis. So, really, should Max be so shocked?
He reaches a finger out to trace the line of that tattoo. "I always thought this was just a cool design..."
His gaze lifts to meet Michael's, wanting to reassure the man -alien?- that he's not going to run screaming or anything stupid like that.
"I don't understand. How can you know you're an alien if you don't know where you came from?"
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Date: 2020-12-10 01:51 am (UTC)He nods slowly and watches Max's finger trace the design on his arm. "It's something that connects us. The three of us who survived the 1947 UFO crash in Roswell." Where Michael is from. "Because we were protected by alien pods." He looks up, finally, to look at Max's face. His expression.
Michael shrugs. "I don't remember anything from before coming out of the pod in 1997. I didn't grow up knowing this, the others and I...we just pieced it together. What we could do, where we were found." He looks at Max's face until he's sure he's not mad, and he sighs.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't tell anyone except Raleigh, I didn't know who was safe." And Raleigh found out pretty similarly to how Max did, whoops. "Daniel's got his thing with his invasion..."
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Date: 2020-12-10 10:04 pm (UTC)"Only three of you?" Max's expression is sympathetic now. "And you had to find it all out like that? Michael, I'm so sorry."
He stops stroking the tattoo so he can take the man's hand. "I'm not mad. I know how it is to be unsure how people might react. That's why I didn't tell anyone about my situation for a long time too. And, when you hide something for so long it just... seems safer to keep doing it. I get it.
"But I'm glad I know now. And this isn't going to change anything between us. I promise." If Michael will let him, he'll lean in to kiss the man on his forehead.
"Hey, it's kind of cool. I can say I've made out with an alien now. And he's a pretty good kisser." He bumps his shoulder against Michael playfully. "That's a joke. I'm not going to tell anyone. I swear."
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Date: 2020-12-10 11:06 pm (UTC)"We had each other," Michael shrugs it off like it's no big deal. But it was. "..Someone protected us for those fifty years, as long as she could." Until she couldn't anymore. "That's when we came out. We looked after each other. Covered up each other's..." he coughs a little. "Mistakes." And it turned out Isobel hadn't been a murderer after all!
He smiles crookedly at the hand hold, at the kiss on his forehead. He lets it happen--it's kind of nice, and doesn't feel patronizing. "I mean I saw, what's his name--Vax, with wings? But people get weird about space." He didn't want to risk it.
"Y'know..." Michael shakes his head and gently shoulders Max in the chest. "You can say it, just don't let on who it is." he gives max a slightly exhausted, cautious smile. "Thanks. Between you and Raleigh, I'm wondering if I shouldn't just come clean."
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Date: 2020-12-11 11:02 pm (UTC)"Okay, now that whole covering it up thing makes a whole lot more sense." They had to hide what they were, right? Makes perfect sense that way.
"Mm-Hm. Vax has wings. He took my flying once. And, you know, tons of other people have wizard powers or other interesting things about them. You'd be among good company."
He laughs softly at the returned shoulder bump and Michael's joking, but under it all there's a soft sympathetic tone to his own smile. He can understand how exhausting it really is to keep back a part of yourself like this.
"Can't say I'm surprised you let Raleigh in first. You two seem like you've been really good for each other. But, you know, the choice is still yours. You could keep going one at a time like this, or you can rip the bandaid off and do it all at once. However you wanna do it, when you're ready, I'll be here to support you.
"You never can tell for sure but... I don't think anyone's going to react badly. Maybe Daniel, yeah, you might need to take it gently. But he knows you. He knows the kind of man you are. Like I do. Like Raleigh does. I think it will be okay."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-11 11:57 pm (UTC)"I know," Michael rubs his hands through his hair. "There's a difference between looking at like, an 'elf'," and if Max listens carefully he can hear the quotation marks, "who came through a portal, and someone who crashed a spaceship onto your planet. I mean, I'm pretty sure we're all basically aliens through different dimensions, but it feels...different. I spent so long hiding it, it's basically habit."
He ducks his head to hide his awkward shy smile at the mention of Raleigh. "It's--new? I don't know if it's going to work out. He found out by accident too." And the same way so maybe Michael should be more careful.
Or just come clean.
He leans into Max. "Has Daniel talked to you about his world?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-15 03:49 pm (UTC)Oh, but he almost wants to tease Michael for being sweet on Raleigh. He won't, sensing that might still be a fragile new development. "I hope the two of you keep working. And, I mean... you know what his backstory is too, I assume. If he can see you as you, I'm sure a lot of people will." The Kaiju were sort of like big space invaders too, weren't they? as Max understands it.
Max wraps an arm around Michael as he leans in. "Yeah, Daniel has told me a little. He doesn't like talking about it much. Can't say I really blame him. I know why you're nervous, but I think he can see you'd never hurt him. And if you need me to vouch for you, I will. And so will Raleigh, I know."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-15 10:28 pm (UTC)Ughhhhh yeah tease him if you want him to curl up tighter than a porcupine, jerkface. "I mean yeah, but that's...different. That's giant creatures stomping buildings, not a systemic takeover and destruction of your government and freedoms." The Kaiju Raleigh faced were nothing like the Legislators that Daniel described.
He digs the heel of his hand against his eye, letting Max hug him. It's....good to have friends. "Mnngyeah." Maybe.
DW never sent me this notif! So rude!
Date: 2021-01-04 08:15 pm (UTC)He keeps Michael wrapped up tight in his arms. He wants the man to feel protected and loved. He wants him to know whatever happens, he's not going to be alone in this.
"It's going to be okay. Michael, you are who you are. Nothing about that will change. It's what you've always been. You deserve to be accepted. He'll see that. I know it."
text;
Date: 2020-12-06 02:45 am (UTC)Question. I know people go home, but has anyone actually propositioned their patron and requested to be sent back? Does it work?Re: text;
Date: 2020-12-06 03:10 am (UTC)I haven't ever heard of it happening. I have not been here as long as some have. Vax or Vex might know better.
Are you okay?
Re: text;
Date: 2020-12-06 03:15 am (UTC)Yeah, I'm fine. Eating the rest of the candy from that weird gift basket.
I'm pretty sure my patron hates me.
[ he's a stick in the wheel, an anomaly. someone who doesn't play by their rules and he's a little surprised he hasn't been punished yet. ]
Re: text;
Date: 2020-12-06 03:56 am (UTC)[Does Max want a reason to go over there? YES HE DOES.]
Why? Because you're not spreading it for every person you meet? I'm sure you aren't the only one here who's more selective.
Re: text;
Date: 2020-12-06 04:01 am (UTC)Sure. Won't say no.[ he's fidgety, he can't sleep. he doesn't want to sleep. he WAS sleeping, and he woke up, because that's what happens, and he thought too much and too hard, had a panic attack, and thought some more, and now he's texting Max, because Mako is not here, and Raleigh is slowly becoming unhinged. ]
Yeah, probably. It's just been one person.Re: text;
Date: 2020-12-06 04:19 am (UTC)[He's going to resist being nosy and not ask who that one is.
Instead, he packs up a jug of milk and his most recent batch of chocolate chip cookies. Then, on a whim, he grabs a bottle of whiskey too. Then he's out the door. Doesn't even matter that he's still in nothing but sleep shorts and a tank top, no shoes.]
I'll be there soon.
[True to his word, there will soon be a knock at the door.]
Re: text;
Date: 2020-12-06 04:25 am (UTC)[ he’s damn sure brought all the right things. Raleigh’s up, wide ass awake, and opening the door almost the second Max knocks. He’s in a wide beater and sweats, barefoot, and. Well. He’s fine, physically, but he looks like there’s something under his skin. ]
Hey.
Action
Date: 2020-12-06 04:37 am (UTC)[Max steps inside quickly, shuts the door, and all but drops the sack on the ground. Raleigh looks ready to jump out of his skin and, honestly, Max can't think of a single thing better to do than this: he wraps his arms around the man and pulls him in for a hug.]
Tell me what's going on?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 04:43 am (UTC)I’m fine.
[ no, no he is not. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 04:49 am (UTC)[His tone is gentle but firm. He will slowly start trying to walk forward, intending to get Raleigh to the bed to sit down.]
Whatever it is, you can tell me.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 04:50 am (UTC)Can’t sleep, I guess.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 05:31 am (UTC)Yeah? Does that happen a lot?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 05:41 am (UTC)He watches Mad tiredly, blue eyes a little dull.
“Pretty frequently, yeah. Nightly.”
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 05:49 am (UTC)"Will you tell me what's keeping you up? Besides wanting to go home?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 03:54 pm (UTC)"I'm a chronic insomniac. It's been going on a long time. Over five years."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 11:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 11:51 pm (UTC)Pills, drugs, illegal drugs. Sex.
"It just...is what it is. I didn't wake you up, did I?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 11:58 pm (UTC)"You did," Max says, trying to keep his tone airy, "but don't worry about that. I always mean it when I say you can call on me any time. Nowhere else I'd rather be right now than here with you."
However. "Judging by that text though, it sounds like you'd rather be home. Are you missing your copilot?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-07 12:03 am (UTC)"I'm really sorry," he mumbles, feeling like an asshole. Though Max isn't wrong.
"Yeah. It's...difficult to explain how connected we are. The Drift is...silence. Quiet. Memory, you see everything. Every raw, festering thing. All the good, all the bad, just...laid out like a buffet. That's why you have to be compatible with someone. Why neural patterns are studied for each pilot. You can't just hop in with anyone. It's mental, and physical.." He passes a hand over his face, swallowing.
"Before I really knew her, I remember thinking, she moves like an athlete. Agile, strong. I had no idea until we ran the candidate trials. We had...such a strong connection." It had rivaled his connection with Yancy.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-07 04:15 am (UTC)"No. Don't be. I'd be more sorry if you hadn't called." The fact that Raleigh had actually reached out feels like a small miracle in itself.
"That sounds like the ultimate bond of trust. If you see everything about each other. If you're in each other's heads like that. It sounds... beautiful. And hard to live without." Imagine, being so much a part of another person? When they are apart, is it like missing a limb?
"It's not the same thing, I know, but sometimes Lucas like... shares memories with me. I don't know if you've heard this, but he's a Medium. He can play them in my head, it's like being there, like being him. Those moments are..." Max sighs contentedly, "like nothing I could ever describe. And that's just one at a time.
"If you're getting that from someone about everything, all at once? Does it make the outside world feel... like it's missing something?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-08 01:26 am (UTC)"It is, yeah," he says quietly, absently dropping his hand to rest on top of Max's, taking a drink with the other one. And Max is right, he doesn't know how to live without it. It's left him spinning his tires a little.
"He's mentioned it," he murmurs, smiling a little. "But...yes. It does feel like something is missing. It's..." he wets his lips and exhales slow and quiet. "It feels like I'm missing a piece of my soul."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-09 04:21 am (UTC)He reaches down and takes out the tin of cookies he brought. He opens it and holds them out to Raleigh.
"But, I worry that, since it's not possible, all you're doing here is torturing yourself more. You know what I mean? Not a crime to let yourself relax a little if there's no other choice?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-09 10:17 pm (UTC)"It's hard," he says slowly, swallowing his bite of cookie. "It's hard to relax. It's been a long time since I was able to. I was.." He hesitates here, because he hasn't really dumped his story on a lot of people, and his brain is scrambled and he forgets what he's said to who.
"I was in the war," he finally says. "And it didn't go well for me. My...copilot, before Mako, was my brother. He died while we were still connected, and after that I...just drifted for years." He refuses survivors benefits, he refused treatment, he refused the brain scan. He went through his months of therapy because he had to, and then he left, discharged for disobeying orders.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-11 01:30 pm (UTC)As Raleigh works to bring the words out, Max's hand on his leg strokes soft circles in his skin. But that grip tightens when Raleigh reveals that terrible truth.
"Oh, Raleigh. Oh, I'm so sorry." A cold sickness settles in Max as his mind grasps the full horror of that. To be connected that deeply when his partner, his brother died. It's a wonder Raleigh can function at all.
Suddenly, words don't seem enough. So, Max throws his arms around Raleigh's shoulders. "I'm so fucking sorry."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-13 01:00 am (UTC)He leans into Max, closing his eyes a little.
"I saw him. On Halloween. Samhain. Whatever. When my mask slipped a few times, I saw him."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-16 05:37 am (UTC)"Shit, man. I can't imagine the kinds of bad memories that dragged up for you. I don't... I mean, I don't think it was really him. But, that doesn't actually matter much. It's still awful."
Max knows the feeling. He saw someone from his past too. "My mask only slipped once, and that was enough. I'm so sorry." He keeps saying that: sorry. But he just doesn't know what else there is to say.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-18 12:06 am (UTC)"Yeah. It's fine, it's over." Raleigh doesn't particularly want to go into detail - it was...traumatic. "Time to move on, right?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-19 05:11 pm (UTC)"Or here?" He taps at Raleigh's chest too, over his heart.
"There's moving on and then there's... drinking to forget. Or, working long hours to stay distracted hoping you can. Believe me, I'm intimately familiar with that concept."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-21 02:24 pm (UTC)"Yeah. I've done...all of those." On more than one occasion, here, and back home.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-22 10:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-23 01:31 am (UTC)"I mean...what's to say? It's heavy shit that isn't anyone else's responsibility to bear, you know?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-23 06:09 am (UTC)"Believe me, I've seen some heavy shit too. So, if you want to lay it on me, I'm here to listen. You need to lay the burden down some time or it's going to overwhelm you."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-23 05:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-23 05:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-28 01:05 pm (UTC)He instinctively leans into it, resting his head on Max's shoulder.
"That means a lot." Raleigh's a little emotional, and he's glad his head is on Max's shoulder so his face is hidden.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-02 04:23 pm (UTC)"You've got a lot of people who care about you. You're not alone. No matter how much you feel like it in the middle of the night. We're here."
Max waits in quiet for a moment, giving Raleigh a chance to process that and anything else he might need to say before he adds lightly. "If you're tired, I can stay with you?" They can cuddle together like they did that one night. Max will hold him until the dawn.
video;
Date: 2020-12-06 07:36 pm (UTC)Next time don't poison yourself so badly you can't go home.
Re: video;
Date: 2020-12-07 02:47 am (UTC)It's very late in the day before he responds.]
Thank for carrying me home, Milla.
I... it was just alcohol. It wasn't poison.
[Although, with the way his head feels... god. Maybe it was. What the hell kind of drinks was Ren even serving.]
video;
Date: 2020-12-07 10:00 am (UTC)It's a poison.
Re: video; 1/2
Date: 2020-12-07 05:56 pm (UTC)Re: video; 2/2
Date: 2020-12-07 05:57 pm (UTC)Fine.
But it's fun poison. I wasn't even close to the only one enjoying it either.
video; 2/2
Date: 2020-12-07 06:03 pm (UTC)Re: video; 2/2
Date: 2020-12-07 06:07 pm (UTC)[Wait. That came out wrong.]
I mean! Rowan was drinking too! And they're your alpha, right?
video;
Date: 2020-12-08 07:37 am (UTC)...alphas can be dumb? [She's not sure how this relates to anything.
Re: video; private -retroactively
Date: 2020-12-08 02:58 pm (UTC)But I do know the whole lock-in was for being dumb. That's why it's a lock-in. It's not that big of a deal.
video; private -retroactively whoops yes for some reason I thought it was alreadz private oops
Date: 2020-12-08 03:23 pm (UTC)An alpha has the responsibility of leading.
so did i! oops haha
Date: 2020-12-09 04:55 am (UTC)Right. I always assumed it was leading by example?
video; private
Date: 2020-12-09 08:52 am (UTC)It is that they lead. They say what to do and what to not do and take the responsibility for decisions. [And more, but that she feels are the core pieces.]
Re: video; private
Date: 2020-12-11 05:44 am (UTC)So, do you always have to do what they say or can you appeal the decision?
video; private
Date: 2020-12-11 07:08 am (UTC)It is not that formal.
In peace, you talk. In battle, there is no time.
All alphas are different, too.
Re: video; private
Date: 2020-12-12 08:58 pm (UTC)Okay so... so, give me an example of something you'd need an alpha to decide?
video; private
Date: 2020-12-14 10:08 am (UTC)When we decided what to do about the leeches, we all set down what we knew and thought would be right. But Rowan set down the final plan of what to do.
Re: video; private
Date: 2020-12-17 04:24 am (UTC)Actually... what did Rowan decide on that? What is the plan?
permanent video; private - well whoops, that was two int successes
Date: 2020-12-17 08:07 am (UTC)For what reason do you need to know?
dang it milla, don't be smart now!
Date: 2020-12-19 05:58 am (UTC)I have a history with vampires. Remember? So, I'm kind of interested to hear what the pack's general plan is for dealing with them.
[None of that is even a lie. He really does want to know what their policy is, that might be vital to know if, god forbid, the truth ever comes out about him and Jackie.]
I'm glad dw refused to give me this notif
Date: 2021-01-03 04:32 pm (UTC)People come back from the dead here. Even if they are already dead.
Bad DW!
Date: 2021-01-04 02:28 am (UTC)We wouldn't want to accidentally start a conflict with them. That would just make things harder for everyone, since, like you said, no one stays dead.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-04 09:41 am (UTC)[At least on her and Ren's part, she feels that "accidental" would much more be an oops, no, I didn't mean to drop that ugly mug aunt Flo gave us for our wedding, look now it's broken and we need to toss it, oh noooooooooooo.... But, point being. If they want to start an open conflict, it would not be accidental. They can keep themselves in check and avoid the leeches.
If a conflict went out in the open, there would be a reason (like a mate getting bothered) and a plan... or something like that.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-08 09:28 pm (UTC)Okay. Not accidental, but it wouldn't be a good thing either. I think the plan to live and let live is the best one.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-09 06:56 pm (UTC)[Just. Pointing that out.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-11 01:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-14 07:23 am (UTC)Wyrm riddled.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-15 09:04 pm (UTC)[That sounds... appetizing. Great, hope he doesn't think of that next time Jackie is sucking on him. Not that much thought enters his brain at all in those moments.]
I'll be sure to remember that if I encounter any.
[Right. So anyway.]
I should really get cleaned up now. Thank you, again, for getting me home safe. I appreciate it.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-17 07:43 pm (UTC)[She will, if Rowan requests it. But she also will judge.]
Done
Date: 2021-01-17 07:54 pm (UTC)[Let's face it, there's always a possibility it will happen again.]
See you later.
yule gift - delivered via Astarion.
Date: 2020-12-23 01:50 am (UTC)Max,
Do not eat all of those chocolates by yourself, lest you make yourself sick. I hope you enjoy them however, and perhaps some day soon we can share a cup of tea in those cups I have gifted you.
Blessed Yule,
Lioriley.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-24 06:05 am (UTC)The cups he carefully places on a display shelf inside his new cafe. He had hoped she'd be coming to his Christmas dinner so he could show that to her. But... she doesn't. So, they stay there. He'll refuse to use them if it's not with her. He's not exactly sure when that might be...
Yule Gift!
Date: 2020-12-25 02:54 am (UTC)Happy Yule big boy! ♥
Jester x
Re: Yule Gift!
Date: 2021-01-02 04:35 am (UTC)A little while later, he will record a video for her. (Nothing naughty.) just showing that her gorgeous paint-pressing is now pinned to his refrigerator with a couple of magnets.]
Love the gifts. Let me know if you want me to thank you in person~
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-06 12:32 am (UTC)You should totally come and thank me in person. I would like to thank you in return for my lovely gifts!
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-09 04:30 pm (UTC)[He's on his way now. Only a fool wouldn't be.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-09 05:57 pm (UTC)[ Blowing a few kisses and smirking, she didn't know if he was actually going to come over or not but she's glad he is!
She's not exactly dressed for company but she gets the feeling Max won't mind. Still, she pulls a cute little cloak on, just in case as she waits. ]
-> action
Date: 2021-01-11 01:30 am (UTC)[When he arrives, his eyes go wide in a good way when he sees what she's wearing, or rather -not wearing. He smiles as he shuts the door behind him.]
That's a cute little nighty you've got on. Very sexy~
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-11 02:52 am (UTC)You think so? I was worried that blue on blue wouldn't show as well.
[ Blushing as she looked up at him, her heavy eyelashes fluttering a little. ]
I'm glad you came over~ I wanted to thank you in person~
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-12 03:50 am (UTC)[The little guy in his pants agrees enthusiastically. Which is why he just can't stop looking.]
And just how were you planning on thanking me?
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-15 11:39 pm (UTC)[ Smiling brightly, a little blush growing over her cheeks. Standing up and walking over to where he stood so that she could press her hands lightly against his chest, lean up on her tiptoes and press a cute little kiss on his lips. ]
I was thinking that maybe I could give you something sweet~ So, come, sit and let me give you something, Max~
[ She knew Max would let her do almost anything to him and boy did she want to do things to him. The thin strap of her nightwear slipping down a shoulder and exposing a little more cleavage. ]</small
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-17 05:15 pm (UTC)And, no, he does not miss the way that strap falling down her shoulder reveals more of the voluminous blue flesh in her cleavage.]
I'm sure I'll love whatever you have to give.
[The conspicuous bulge in his pants says he loves it already.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-17 10:52 pm (UTC)Once he was sat all comfortably, Jester stood before him, her hands held all slyly behind her back, swaying a little and biting her bottom lip as she looked him up and down, eyes lingering on the bulge in his pants.
Using her tail, Jester snaked the limb up the middle of her own body, catching some of the fine fabric of her nighty and hitching up, giving Max a little flash of her naked body before the fabric tumbled back down in place. ]
Oh, I think you're going to like it, Max.
[ Coming over and setting herself right in his lap, a leg kneeling either side as she wrapped her arms around his neck, cute little blue button nose against his, her forked tongue flicking out to lick over his lips. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-20 04:12 am (UTC)I already like it.
[His eyes are glued to her. When her tails snakes up, revealing that quick flash, he swallows hard. Oh sweet jesus, he's already so hard. She'll have no doubt how much he loves it when she kneels over his lap.
His hand go to her hips, first over the fabric, sliding up and down while enjoying the silky texture. Then he'll slip them under so he can run his hands up her naked curves.]
I'm afraid I have to uh... give you something else first before we keep going.
[As much as he wants to get lost in his fascination with her forked tongue, he does still have a rule he needs to follow. And, well, seeing as it's related, adjacently, to something she's already done to him, he really can't in good conscious not do this.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-09 03:52 am (UTC)Swaying a little, giving him the most sultry look through heavy lashed eyes. Due to her Infernal blood, Jester truly looked devilish at that moment. Her tail, those horns and that flickering forked tongue, you could have easily mistaken her for a Succubus if you were no the wiser. Her hands smoothed over his chest then up and around his throat, fingers finally settling to tug past strands of his hair.
When he said he had to give her something before they continued, she tried not to smirk or laugh. Jester had an idea what it was and she was sure it wouldn't ruin the mood, in fact, if anything it made the anticipation all the more intense. ]
You can give me anything you like, Max. I can take it.
[ Flirting while she waited for him to present her this damned card of his. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-11 03:58 am (UTC)I'm sure you can.
[With some reluctance, he takes one of his hands away from her side so he can fish the card out of his pants pocket. It's the size of a business card, printed on both sides. He presents it to her with the 'yes' side up.]
Here. Think of it like a ... kink menu. Not everything is on here, but the important things are.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-16 04:46 pm (UTC)Jester smirked a little, flashing him a look over the top of the little card. ]
I mean, I think I can tick a few of these off for you if you like, Maxxie~?
[ With that said, Jester dropped the card on the bed beside him, taking his tie in hand and using it to pull him closer to her face with a harsh little yank, smirking as her chest squshed against his before pushing him onto his back with her hands. She was surprisingly much stronger than she looked. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-18 02:12 am (UTC)I think so too.
[His face lit up in pure delight when she tugged him close with the tie. Yes. God yes. And now they were chest to beautiful chest. But he didn't have long to enjoy it. Her strength really did surprise him. He put up no resistance, but still had a look of awe on his face when he found himself splayed out on his back.]
Wow. I love a woman who can push me around.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-03-19 11:54 pm (UTC)Jester shuffled and crawled over the top of him, kneeling at his middle, her thighs at each side of him, her sheer teddy crawling up past her thighs and flashing him a little peek at her naked pussy underneath it. Her hands went back to his tie, wrapping it around a hand as she slowly pulled his torso up with it, her legs keeping him in place like she was pushing and pulling him at once, just showing off a little of her strength.
That tail of hers snaked down one of his legs before sneaking under and up the trouser, cool to the touch of it against his warm skin. ]
Oh, I can do so much more than just push you around Max~
(no subject)
Date: 2021-03-22 05:53 pm (UTC)He's going to get brave enough to try it soon. Especially now that she's revealed her impressive strength to him. God that's sexy. Even the coolness of her skin against him brings up good feelings. He's got no aversion to cold skinned lovers, just the opposite, really.]
Oooh, is that so? Why don't you show me?
[She has him exquisitely pinned and held, but his arms are still free, so he uses a finger to pluck up the hem of her teddy, intending to give himself an even better peek at what's underneath.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-03-30 06:04 pm (UTC)Gods, Max is good looking, isn't he? Jester just looked down at him where he lay, trapped below her body, her hands yanking on his tie now and then, just to remind him she could toss him about if she really wanted to. ]
I don't think you could handle me, Max~?
[ She giggled, wriggling around as his fingers pulled at the hem of her teddy. leaning back and arching her hips forward. If he wanted a look, she'd give him one. Blushing a deep violet, biting at her bottom lip as she could feel his eyes on her, it made her wetter than she already was for him. ]
I'm tempted to pun you down with my legs and give you something sweet to eat.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-03-30 06:14 pm (UTC)[Oh, but she's on a whole other level of sexy. His expressions lights up when she leans back and arches for him. That goes right through his dick. Fuck yes. He smirks up at her with a challenge in his eyes.]
What's stopping you? I love a good pussy all over my face. My tongue can do more than taste...
(no subject)
Date: 2021-04-04 12:27 am (UTC)[ If she had all of her spells at her command right now, she'd be casting a few on him, just to heighten this experience for him. Look in his eyes was far too seductive, how could she refuse him?
Giggling a little as she pushed up onto her knees and leant forwards, her tiny little blue pussy lingering just over his face, the folds of her lips glistening with how wet she was inside of there. ]
Oh, yea? It can, can it? Hmm, might have to put that to the test.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-04-08 01:10 am (UTC)[Oh yeah, he wants a taste. And he'll happily come back for seconds or thirds, if and when she gets her powers too. She's already blowing his mind, imagine how much more she could impress him?]
You might be the one pinning me, but I bet I can make you beg for mercy with just my mouth.
[He makes a big show of licking his lips while he looks up into her glistening pussy. Then he leans his head up just enough to lap lightly at her folds. Come on down and let him show you~]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-04-26 03:00 pm (UTC)Jester would have to get her Dupicity spell back next, just imagine Max's face and delight when he realizes he could have one Jester on his dick and the other on his face at the same time? ]
Oh, ho ho, thems big words Maxxie~ I never beg for anything~
[ That's a lie, she caves in and begs for things all the time! She's just never done it in the bedroom before. At his teasing lap of her wet little pussy, Jester noticeably shivered in delight. Spreading her knees and lowering herself down closer to his face, until she could feel his nose against her skin, fingers already combing through his lush black hair. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-04-28 06:59 pm (UTC)Two jesters! He might die. (But he'll die happy. So happy.)]
Big words for a big man like me. [Now he's grinning.] They don't call me Max for nothing.
[He's not about to be daunted. She'll beg. He'll make sure of it. His grin disappears between her legs as she lowers down. He takes a long breath, inhaling the sweetness of her sex. Then his tongue probes in, with slow exploratory licks that pass nearby where her clit should be but always juuust miss it. She'll have to beg if she wants him to finally find it.
He hums a low moan when her fingers comb through his hair. What a nice time he's having.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-05-01 04:53 pm (UTC)Mmm~ and what a big man you are~
[ Jester giggled at his comment, she liked that about Max, his confidence, his cockiness, and well, his cock. Speaking of his cock, Jester let her tail snake down and stroke the spaded tip along his inner leg, eventually coming to press and slowly writhe against his arousal. What? Did he really think she was just going to let him eat her out without offering some kind of pleasure in return?
The sensation of him humming into her little cunt was just bliss. Tipping her head back and letting out a moan of her own, her breath hitching every time he almost laps at the small bundle of nerves tucked neatly away at her clit. Soft whining sounds leaving her lips. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-05-04 02:45 am (UTC)Meanwhile, those moans and whimpers she let fly were music to his ears. Still not begging, though. He needed to hear her say please before he gave in. For now, she would have to endure his tongue probing deeper between her folds, teasing at penetrating, but pulling back just before he does. Such sweet torture.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-05-18 03:35 pm (UTC)She likes this, having someone's head between her thighs. It's been a while since someone made her cum with their mouth and she's looking forward to seeing what Max can do with that silver tongue of his.
Rocking her hips lightly, trying to guide him to the places she wanted to be licked at, only, he kept on moving away, slipping that stick muscle inside, just deep enough to tease. Her moaning became whining, not begging with words just yet, but certainly begging with the pouting little sounds she made. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-05-21 03:55 pm (UTC)Her whimpers were growing louder and more desperate now. He could tell he had her on the verge of begging outright, and he wasn't going to give in until he heard it.
He laughed into her, a rich and rolling sound that was oh-so-smug, and he let her rock into him just a little more, let his tongue breach just a little further. But never enough to satisfy.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-05-22 04:16 pm (UTC)Her whimpers tapered off a little, giving in to actual, mildly huffy groans instead. She wanted to feel that tongue everywhere godsdamn it! He wasn't making this easy for her, not in the slightest!
Rolling her hips as she set both hands gently to the side of his face, tugging lightly at his ears then scraping through the sides of his hair. ]
Maaaax~
[ She whined his name, pouting her lips and fluttering her eyelids. ]
P-pleeeeaaase~ I-... I can't stand it. You're such a tease~ Max!
[ Wriggling above him where she straddled across his face, pushing her sweet little pussy to slip and slide over his lips and tongue. ]
There! J-just there! Please~ Give it to me, Max~
(no subject)
Date: 2021-05-25 09:05 pm (UTC)HH-HMMM!
[The sound he made was one of assent. And, if that didn't get the message across then his actions would speak for themselves. He buried his face hard in her pussy, drowning in the sweet smell of her all around him. Finally, he latched his mouth on the clit he'd been teasing around all this time. He alternated between sucking there and tongue fucking her as deep as he could go. He only pulled back long enough to breathe through his nose, before diving back in and attacking her right where she wanted him most. His tongue danced to the rhythm of her sweet whining, all for him.]
Yule Gift
Date: 2020-12-25 03:15 am (UTC)[There's a very carefully written note inside that somehow manages to have very poor penmanship]
Happy Solstice! So your cookies can be extra fabulous.
-Corbin
Re: Yule Gift [comment not here]
Date: 2021-01-02 04:54 am (UTC)Max doesn't mind the quality of the penmanship at all, even if he wonders at it a bit, because it's just too heartwarming. What a wonderful gift.]
Ainmhian; Yule 2020
Date: 2020-12-25 05:28 am (UTC)On one side of the card:
On the back is a note:
You're one of the things that makes staying here okay.
Re: Ainmhian; Yule 2020 [Comment not here]
Date: 2021-01-02 05:14 am (UTC)Re: Ainmhian; Yule 2020 [Comment Not Here + text]
Date: 2021-01-02 05:35 am (UTC)Then he reads the note. Heat rushes into his face. He really can't wait to see the rest of his gift now. And... he feels really good knowing his support has meant so much to her. The feeling is mutual.
A little later he sends her a text with a picture of him wearing the cuff links.
Love these. Still very interested. Call me when you're ready to set a date.
<3 Max
Backdated to early December 2020
Date: 2020-12-29 06:28 pm (UTC)Hey,
Thank you for helping out when you ran into me the other day.
I got a little freaked out. I'm sorry if I was weird.
I just want you to know I meant it, about being careful with Lucas. I won't let him get in trouble if I can help it.
Re: Backdated to early December 2020
Date: 2021-01-02 06:00 am (UTC)I'm happy to hear you say you'll be careful. That's all I really ask. I don't want EITHER of you to get in trouble.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-02 06:43 am (UTC)[ Probably not as reassuring as she thinks!! ]
If we find something out, though. Do you want to know about it?
I understand if you do and I understand if you don't.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-03 10:18 pm (UTC)Just because you CAN handle a lot doesn't mean you should have to. Try to remember that.
Yes. I do. Maybe spreading the information around will help. Maybe it won't. But, I guess I don't like being in the dark either.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-01-04 05:29 am (UTC)Yeah, it's not fun. I'll keep you up to date if anything turns up, then. Promise.
[Private]
Date: 2021-01-09 04:29 am (UTC)Please do. And... ...
[Max seems to hesitate. There are dots on the page where he's tapping the pen while he thinks.]
You should know that I... I asked him not to push too hard to investigate the fae anymore. I was scared for him. And you. But I...
[More dots. More hesitance.]
I know that's like asking a fish not to swim so... please. Please watch out for him, for me? If he does still... do it.
[Private]
Date: 2021-01-09 05:06 am (UTC)I told you. I won't let him get in trouble. And I'll watch out for him. I promise.
[ That doesn't feel like quite enough. ]
I'm sorry to scare you.
That's not fun, either.
Re: [Private]
Date: 2021-01-09 05:21 am (UTC)[He can't ask her to stop him. Because he can't... he can't take Lucas' choice from him. He can't become like his Master, no matter how terrified it makes him.
At least... if Lucas does get sent back, Max can have faith that he'll be going back to a job he loves and a family that loves him. Max clings to the comfort in that knowledge.]
Something I'm still getting used to about loving someone. Means you're scared for them a lot too.
Please don't mention any of this to him?
[Private]
Date: 2021-01-09 05:31 am (UTC)Yeah. It means being scared of a lot, I guess.
Why don't you want me to tell him?
Is there something you'd rather I tell him instead?
I don't know if I want to lie to him.
Re: [Private]
Date: 2021-01-09 05:44 am (UTC)[There's another pause.]
I guess I don't want him to know how worried I am. I don't want him to feel guilty about it.
If he asks, though, you don't have to lie. I won't ask you to do that either.
Re: [Private]
Date: 2021-01-09 05:58 am (UTC)Max, if you're this worried, he probably already knows. You know that, right?
Re: [Private]
Date: 2021-01-09 03:37 pm (UTC)[There he goes tapping the book again. His handwriting is getting a little less neat too.]
I know. I'll talk to him. I will. Soon.
Re: [Private]
Date: 2021-01-09 07:36 pm (UTC)Okay.
It'll be okay.
We'll be okay, Max.
Re: [Private] done!
Date: 2021-01-11 02:32 am (UTC)