[It really is like the pieces of tech that formed from one world to the next only finally finding one another after all this time, glowing across the gap of intergalactic planes when finally put together at the right place and time with the right people. Max and Michael are those people, and now that they've found one another, and have been marked, they glow together. Red, blue, white, it's the colors of their people all in one, fleshed out on the fabric of an old couch.
So many prophesies were told and born, each telling about a savior, well -- this savior needed to be saved himself. He had been lost for so long and felt the pain of that loss so deeply that he almost doomed the world because he wasn't strong enough to take his powers. If he'd found this sooner, there would have been no doubting. This was strength. Michael was his power, his strength, his backbone.
Fuck, this feels like the world is spinning and collapsing in on itself inside of him as he takes himself and is taken. He can feel the pressure of his body alighting against Michael's prostate, and the deep dark knowledge of how Michael's muscles tighten and wring against his cock as he bangs and thrusts into the other alien's body over and over. Sweat forms and slicks the muscles that Michael clings to, making it harder for him to gain purchase, offering him greater marks to make.
It's what max loves. He loves the furrowed lines down his back, the pain as it burns with pleasure. He lets the electricity form along their skin, running static that crackles now and then as tiny pricks against their sweaty bodies. The control begins to wane as the pleasure grows higher. It's near impossible to keep up this desperate pace for longer than twenty minutes or so, but Max tries. He wants to keep himself buried inside Michael forever, holding onto this sensation, this circular form of pleasure--
But then he's drowning, and his body is coming without warning, hot come flows up inside the other, filling him and overfilling him, rattling his body as he cries out Michael's name. Max quickly reaches down and begins to work at Michael, if he hadn't done the job by banging out his prostate, then he will continue to push beyond his orgasm, working semi-hard, through the over-stimulation, moaning, with every thrust, face buried against Michael's shoulder, jerking him off with a new labor of love.] Oh god baby, Michael. fuck, you .. oh jesus. I came so hard. over and over. can you feel it, my body still...
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Date: 2023-03-26 07:45 pm (UTC)So many prophesies were told and born, each telling about a savior, well -- this savior needed to be saved himself. He had been lost for so long and felt the pain of that loss so deeply that he almost doomed the world because he wasn't strong enough to take his powers. If he'd found this sooner, there would have been no doubting. This was strength. Michael was his power, his strength, his backbone.
Fuck, this feels like the world is spinning and collapsing in on itself inside of him as he takes himself and is taken. He can feel the pressure of his body alighting against Michael's prostate, and the deep dark knowledge of how Michael's muscles tighten and wring against his cock as he bangs and thrusts into the other alien's body over and over. Sweat forms and slicks the muscles that Michael clings to, making it harder for him to gain purchase, offering him greater marks to make.
It's what max loves. He loves the furrowed lines down his back, the pain as it burns with pleasure. He lets the electricity form along their skin, running static that crackles now and then as tiny pricks against their sweaty bodies. The control begins to wane as the pleasure grows higher. It's near impossible to keep up this desperate pace for longer than twenty minutes or so, but Max tries. He wants to keep himself buried inside Michael forever, holding onto this sensation, this circular form of pleasure--
But then he's drowning, and his body is coming without warning, hot come flows up inside the other, filling him and overfilling him, rattling his body as he cries out Michael's name. Max quickly reaches down and begins to work at Michael, if he hadn't done the job by banging out his prostate, then he will continue to push beyond his orgasm, working semi-hard, through the over-stimulation, moaning, with every thrust, face buried against Michael's shoulder, jerking him off with a new labor of love.] Oh god baby, Michael. fuck, you .. oh jesus. I came so hard. over and over. can you feel it, my body still...