"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?"
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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?"