[The man underneath him was perfection. He was a savior, the chosen one, a god among men. Michael has always known Max was special, that he was meant for great things, different from the rest of them, but tonight, right now, with Max falling apart so beautifully under him, he didn’t feel worthy. How could he be so lucky to have found this? That someone like Max loves him back? He would spend the rest of his life if he had to becoming worthy of a love like this. In that he was absolutely certain.
Max’s groan is swallowed in the kiss as Michael picks up his pace in time with Max’s hips. He’s so far gone all it takes is a couple strokes and hearing his name fall broken from his lover’s mouth and he’s crying out as his orgasm hits him like a freight train without warning, spilling over Max’s chest and stomach for the second time that evening.]
Fuck-come for me, baby. I need you. I need to feel you. Please. [He leans in, breathless, forehead pressed against Max’s. His body is trembling through aftershocks but he doesn’t slow down, rocking his hips, meeting Max at every thrust, feeling him throb and swell inside of him.]
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Max’s groan is swallowed in the kiss as Michael picks up his pace in time with Max’s hips. He’s so far gone all it takes is a couple strokes and hearing his name fall broken from his lover’s mouth and he’s crying out as his orgasm hits him like a freight train without warning, spilling over Max’s chest and stomach for the second time that evening.]
Fuck-come for me, baby. I need you. I need to feel you. Please. [He leans in, breathless, forehead pressed against Max’s. His body is trembling through aftershocks but he doesn’t slow down, rocking his hips, meeting Max at every thrust, feeling him throb and swell inside of him.]