[The embers inside him only grow in intensity, stoked to life by Max’s touch until they’re a raging fire that burns through them both leaving nothing but ashes in their wake. The emotions and feelings flowing through their new connection are intense, crackling and charged like a live wire and Michael isn’t sure what is his and what is Max’s anymore.
He gasps when Max pushes into him, his muscles spasming and clenching around him until he’s seated fully inside, filling him completely. Max isn’t small by any means and the burn and stretch is so fucking sweet, Michael finds himself lost in it for a moment. Looking into the other alien’s eyes, he sees their connection mirrored back to him. He can tell Max feels it too. It’s like everything falling into place at once, like pieces of alien tech that were made to fit together just like this. This is what they’ve been waiting for, searching for all this time and Michael knows he won’t find it anywhere else. It was right here the whole fucking time.]
Max [He sighs and that one word is like a prayer, reverential and in awe. His hands move down to his lover’s sides, calloused fingers from years of manual labor curling against his ribs, holding him.]
You feel so good. So fucking good, Max. Fuck me. I’m yours. Only yours.
[His legs tighten around Max’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer as Max drives into him again and again, relentless and possessed. Max’s name falls from his lips over and over in desperate moans every time Max hits that sweet bundle of nerves until Michael is trembling and tensing, hands moving to Max’s back. He can feel the muscles move and shift under his hands, sweat beading along his skin and he scratches his fingernails down his back, digging in sharply as he rocks his hips to meet Max’s thrusts.]
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Date: 2023-03-26 05:08 pm (UTC)He gasps when Max pushes into him, his muscles spasming and clenching around him until he’s seated fully inside, filling him completely. Max isn’t small by any means and the burn and stretch is so fucking sweet, Michael finds himself lost in it for a moment. Looking into the other alien’s eyes, he sees their connection mirrored back to him. He can tell Max feels it too. It’s like everything falling into place at once, like pieces of alien tech that were made to fit together just like this. This is what they’ve been waiting for, searching for all this time and Michael knows he won’t find it anywhere else. It was right here the whole fucking time.]
Max [He sighs and that one word is like a prayer, reverential and in awe. His hands move down to his lover’s sides, calloused fingers from years of manual labor curling against his ribs, holding him.]
You feel so good. So fucking good, Max. Fuck me. I’m yours. Only yours.
[His legs tighten around Max’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer as Max drives into him again and again, relentless and possessed. Max’s name falls from his lips over and over in desperate moans every time Max hits that sweet bundle of nerves until Michael is trembling and tensing, hands moving to Max’s back. He can feel the muscles move and shift under his hands, sweat beading along his skin and he scratches his fingernails down his back, digging in sharply as he rocks his hips to meet Max’s thrusts.]