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."
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.
"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.
"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.
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."
"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...]
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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?"
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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: 2020-09-22 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?"
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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?"
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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: 2020-09-23 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...]
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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 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.
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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.
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.
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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?"