[Eating away at Michael's mouth, Max swallows up that sound and utters one unique but so very close in nature. He tugs at the other's lip, the word brother now forgotten in his mind. There's only one name pounding across his cortex, Michael, and it's an all consuming mantra stinging through his system until all he can do is beg for mercy from the feeling it creates in him.
Yanking off Michael's mouth. He stops the hand at his pants for a second, and licks over Michael's mouth once. ]
Tell me you're mine, Michael. Tell me there's no going back from here and that you're not going anywhere else for this. I wouldn't be able to take it. Not after this. This is for real, this is for keeps.
[The words are almost impossible to say with the way his body is throbbing against the man below him. He reaches up and threads his fingers into Michael's hair, slowly pulling back against the couch. He would yank, because he knows that would pull a yes from the other, but he won't. He won't force the commitment, or the words. They have to come without any ploy other than the way they fit, the entirely perfect connection their bodies make when they are together.
Maybe they were meant to be together somewhere in the stars and no one ever told them. Maybe that's why it fit with others, but never worked out perfectly. Commitment was something that Michael ran from, and Max was a little terrified that he'd slip out of his grip, but he squeezed the fingers within his grip hard, working with a concentration born of years of struggle not to invade the other male's mind.] I swear that I will never, ever leave or betray, or give you too much shit. God, fuck, Michael I need you. Can't you see how this is the only thing that works?
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Date: 2023-03-24 07:14 pm (UTC)Yanking off Michael's mouth. He stops the hand at his pants for a second, and licks over Michael's mouth once. ]
Tell me you're mine, Michael. Tell me there's no going back from here and that you're not going anywhere else for this. I wouldn't be able to take it. Not after this. This is for real, this is for keeps.
[The words are almost impossible to say with the way his body is throbbing against the man below him. He reaches up and threads his fingers into Michael's hair, slowly pulling back against the couch. He would yank, because he knows that would pull a yes from the other, but he won't. He won't force the commitment, or the words. They have to come without any ploy other than the way they fit, the entirely perfect connection their bodies make when they are together.
Maybe they were meant to be together somewhere in the stars and no one ever told them. Maybe that's why it fit with others, but never worked out perfectly. Commitment was something that Michael ran from, and Max was a little terrified that he'd slip out of his grip, but he squeezed the fingers within his grip hard, working with a concentration born of years of struggle not to invade the other male's mind.] I swear that I will never, ever leave or betray, or give you too much shit. God, fuck, Michael I need you. Can't you see how this is the only thing that works?