[Never having anyone pull at his hair with that intensity, Max feels the influx of pain and it burns through him as Michael's fire rages inside him. It's suddenly the straw that collapses the strong tower and Max lets loose a long moan as he's pulled up to Michael's mouth once more. The blood that flows between him is only sugar to coat the blinding strings and cables that tie them together, molding and typing a charging station of electric sensations that spin between both of them as pleasure so fine and intense that Max doesn't even know which one of them is feeling it any longer.
Reaching down, Max knows it's beyond time. His cock is throbbing, jerking in Michael's hand, bleeding with the joy of his pleasure and melting down the side of his rigid erection. There's no lack of pre for Michael to collect on his finger. Max wraps his hand around Michael's and strokes a few times, letting them both experience the spikes within their mind and body. It's unnearving how the circle of emotion and pleasure ties them so impossibly close, one within the other. ]
It's time. God, it's time.
[Taking his cock from Michael, he lays the other under him, and pushes one of Michael's legs up so that he can press inside. Naturally he'd take his time, but they've taken so long already. Max knows that he's not small, but it doesn't matter. He pushes straight in and with a cry of Michael's name, silenced only when he bites his lover on the neck, holding tight until he's perfectly filled the other does he stop.
Pulling back a little, he looks at the other alien, finds that connection in his eyes, knowing that they both felt the biting pain of being entered and the absolute intoxication of taking someone over in that first moment. It's like nothing else to know that joy of being taken and be the one doing the taking. Strength, domination and being able to let go all at once. Max has only shared this with one other person. ]
Feel that, Jesus Michael. Only you now. Only you.
[He moves over to kiss the man he knows will be the one he's with unto death, the one who will be the last one he ever wants to kiss and begins a driving pace. The couch rattles with the force of him, and it's like he's a mad man, needing to imprint on Michael. He finds places his teeth haven't taken, and bites over those spots, offering up his skin to be marked as well, letting it be well known in his mind that he wants to be as possessed as he is taking over Michael. ]
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Date: 2023-03-26 01:13 pm (UTC)Reaching down, Max knows it's beyond time. His cock is throbbing, jerking in Michael's hand, bleeding with the joy of his pleasure and melting down the side of his rigid erection. There's no lack of pre for Michael to collect on his finger. Max wraps his hand around Michael's and strokes a few times, letting them both experience the spikes within their mind and body. It's unnearving how the circle of emotion and pleasure ties them so impossibly close, one within the other. ]
It's time. God, it's time.
[Taking his cock from Michael, he lays the other under him, and pushes one of Michael's legs up so that he can press inside. Naturally he'd take his time, but they've taken so long already. Max knows that he's not small, but it doesn't matter. He pushes straight in and with a cry of Michael's name, silenced only when he bites his lover on the neck, holding tight until he's perfectly filled the other does he stop.
Pulling back a little, he looks at the other alien, finds that connection in his eyes, knowing that they both felt the biting pain of being entered and the absolute intoxication of taking someone over in that first moment. It's like nothing else to know that joy of being taken and be the one doing the taking. Strength, domination and being able to let go all at once. Max has only shared this with one other person. ]
Feel that, Jesus Michael. Only you now. Only you.
[He moves over to kiss the man he knows will be the one he's with unto death, the one who will be the last one he ever wants to kiss and begins a driving pace. The couch rattles with the force of him, and it's like he's a mad man, needing to imprint on Michael. He finds places his teeth haven't taken, and bites over those spots, offering up his skin to be marked as well, letting it be well known in his mind that he wants to be as possessed as he is taking over Michael. ]