[There's a modicum of control that Max calls home the majority of the time and he could pace back and forth in it if he wanted to. His brain lets him rest there right now. He's actually thinking through the haze of tequila when he stares at Michael and feels his heart flip in his chest at the touch of his tongue as it swirls across the ridges and waypoints of his fingerprint.
Michael could very well take every broken part of Max tonight and sweep it out the door with what they were about to do. Did he have the strength to recover from this. He let out a shaky breath and left every fuck behind when he closed his eyes and brought his lips to cover his brother's. Max's body pressed in much closer than it had been, anchoring upward so that his head angled down as he slipped his 'expert' tongue into Michael's mouth
It wasn't poison that he found there. It was softness, and an angel's mercy of sharp light. They tangled and slid, tasted and slicked across and over. Max's lips folded around and over, tugging and pulling, sucking and biting. He was so hungry and eager.] Michael...
[ The name was a gasp, a prayer, a whisper. He breathed it between their lips on a gasped breath before he rolled his entire body against the other alien's. The light around them went out, and for minutes they were in the dark, groping and tasting until he brought the power back. Blue light lined their bodies without hurting them, and Max didn't even notice.
He ripped off his shirt and threw it on the floor.] Yours too, Now. I need to touch you, now.. [He demanded, while his fingers fumbled at the edges, pulling it up with Michael's help, not even caring if they used hands or minds to do it with.]
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Michael could very well take every broken part of Max tonight and sweep it out the door with what they were about to do. Did he have the strength to recover from this. He let out a shaky breath and left every fuck behind when he closed his eyes and brought his lips to cover his brother's. Max's body pressed in much closer than it had been, anchoring upward so that his head angled down as he slipped his 'expert' tongue into Michael's mouth
It wasn't poison that he found there. It was softness, and an angel's mercy of sharp light. They tangled and slid, tasted and slicked across and over. Max's lips folded around and over, tugging and pulling, sucking and biting. He was so hungry and eager.] Michael...
[ The name was a gasp, a prayer, a whisper. He breathed it between their lips on a gasped breath before he rolled his entire body against the other alien's. The light around them went out, and for minutes they were in the dark, groping and tasting until he brought the power back. Blue light lined their bodies without hurting them, and Max didn't even notice.
He ripped off his shirt and threw it on the floor.] Yours too, Now. I need to touch you, now.. [He demanded, while his fingers fumbled at the edges, pulling it up with Michael's help, not even caring if they used hands or minds to do it with.]