[Maybe Max doesn't want to leave as much as he says. Leaving his home is really fucking hard. He's worked his whole life to stay, and even with a new bubbling relationship in the wings. It's still long distance. That twists everything up. Max isn't certain he can do it. How can he leave Michael like this. Looking over at his brother, there's all sorts of feelings tied up. They've always been tied up.
Michael saved him when they were young. He was the one who took the blame in the kid's home, and got himself shipped off to home after home, when it'd been Max who had been the unstable one. Max would never stop feeling guilty about that now that he knew. Maybe that was another reason why he worked so hard to fix everything between them now. He loved his brother in a way he never thought possible before. Respect was never fleeting when it came to michael.
He grinned when his brother took a shot, suddenly locked in on that pink tongue as it swirled over Michael's hand. He pushed his lips together and inhaled some, not even thinking about it as he did it. ]
Edging is always one of the best things. I have only done it to one guy. I cared about him, but he didn't feel the same way about me. It wasn't love, more unhealthy obsession. I didn't realize it though.
It can even be with something simple. Like this salt. [Max takes it and thinks for a second, then picks up his brother's wrist and flips it over. It's really tame given the games he's played with salt.
Keeping Michael's eyes locked on him, he slowly licks over the pulse point on Michael's wrist, swirling his tongue in a flourish at the end. Then he sprinkles a little salt, and uses the flat of his tongue to take up most of it. But, doesn't stop there. He blows across the bare skin, knowing that it is some of the more sensitive skin in the human body. Using the edge of his tongue, eyes still locked he decorates the wrist in lines, finishing up taking the salt. Then he holds the wrist up as he takes the shot. ]
Come'ere. [Knowing that after what he did, Michael will be too mesmerized to think, he pushes the lime backwards in between Michael's lips, and leans in barely touching their lips together as he briefly sucks on the lime between lips. It's all about light and near touches. Edging on a whole new level. Max is really damn good at it.]
Now that, my brother is how you edge someone without even touching a genital. I think it's your question now. [He's grinning like a bitch, like the cat who just ate the mouse and still has the tail sticking out from between its lips]
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Michael saved him when they were young. He was the one who took the blame in the kid's home, and got himself shipped off to home after home, when it'd been Max who had been the unstable one. Max would never stop feeling guilty about that now that he knew. Maybe that was another reason why he worked so hard to fix everything between them now. He loved his brother in a way he never thought possible before. Respect was never fleeting when it came to michael.
He grinned when his brother took a shot, suddenly locked in on that pink tongue as it swirled over Michael's hand. He pushed his lips together and inhaled some, not even thinking about it as he did it. ]
Edging is always one of the best things. I have only done it to one guy. I cared about him, but he didn't feel the same way about me. It wasn't love, more unhealthy obsession. I didn't realize it though.
It can even be with something simple. Like this salt. [Max takes it and thinks for a second, then picks up his brother's wrist and flips it over. It's really tame given the games he's played with salt.
Keeping Michael's eyes locked on him, he slowly licks over the pulse point on Michael's wrist, swirling his tongue in a flourish at the end. Then he sprinkles a little salt, and uses the flat of his tongue to take up most of it. But, doesn't stop there. He blows across the bare skin, knowing that it is some of the more sensitive skin in the human body. Using the edge of his tongue, eyes still locked he decorates the wrist in lines, finishing up taking the salt. Then he holds the wrist up as he takes the shot. ]
Come'ere. [Knowing that after what he did, Michael will be too mesmerized to think, he pushes the lime backwards in between Michael's lips, and leans in barely touching their lips together as he briefly sucks on the lime between lips. It's all about light and near touches. Edging on a whole new level. Max is really damn good at it.]
Now that, my brother is how you edge someone without even touching a genital. I think it's your question now. [He's grinning like a bitch, like the cat who just ate the mouse and still has the tail sticking out from between its lips]