[His whole life, Michael believed him and Max were just too different, too at odds, too damaged to ever bridge that gaping hole between them. He always wanted to be close and so he stayed but it still felt like they were miles apart. Not now. Not in this. They were like two comets that have suddenly collided after circling each other for years in the same gravitational pull. The force of their impact was so powerful and all consuming, it took Michael’s breath away. The damaged clone and the broken dictator’s son.
If only dear old dad could see him now with Max laying claim to Michael’s body, marking him hungrily and possessively as if he belonged to him alone.
Michael barely has time to mourn the closeness and solid weight of Max’s body in his lap before Max is on his knees in between Michael’s legs. The sight of Max on his knees alone is enough to have him aching painfully in his jeans. Watching Max with hooded eyes, he licks his lips and spreads his legs wider.
If Max had doubted his skills with his tongue earlier, he certainly shouldn’t now. Most of Michael’s experiences outside of Alex consisted of fumbling messy drunken sex behind bars, in bar bathrooms or the back of his truck. He’s not sure anyone has worshipped his body quite like this before, with hands and tongue and teeth until Michael is panting and arching desperately into Max’s touch, chasing the burning friction of his mouth.]
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If only dear old dad could see him now with Max laying claim to Michael’s body, marking him hungrily and possessively as if he belonged to him alone.
Michael barely has time to mourn the closeness and solid weight of Max’s body in his lap before Max is on his knees in between Michael’s legs. The sight of Max on his knees alone is enough to have him aching painfully in his jeans. Watching Max with hooded eyes, he licks his lips and spreads his legs wider.
If Max had doubted his skills with his tongue earlier, he certainly shouldn’t now. Most of Michael’s experiences outside of Alex consisted of fumbling messy drunken sex behind bars, in bar bathrooms or the back of his truck. He’s not sure anyone has worshipped his body quite like this before, with hands and tongue and teeth until Michael is panting and arching desperately into Max’s touch, chasing the burning friction of his mouth.]
Take what’s yours, Max. Take it. Please.