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[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.]
"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."
[ 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. ]
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.
[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.]
"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.
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.
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.
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."
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."
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.
"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."
[ 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. ]
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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.]
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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 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.
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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?
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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.
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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."
(no subject)
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.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 05:31 am (UTC)Yeah? Does that happen a lot?
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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.
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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.
(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 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 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."
(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 03:54 pm (UTC)"I'm a chronic insomniac. It's been going on a long time. Over five years."
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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.
good ending?
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: 2020-12-06 07:36 pm (UTC)Next time don't poison yourself so badly you can't go home.
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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: 2020-12-06 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. ]