[Even after being spent twice on the couch, Max can feel the touch of Michael's hand and have heat spill through his body. He wonders if there's an end to what the other alien can inspire in him. He also wonders if there's any nail polish remover close by. His body is aching for a hit of it, for a jolt of energy to replace all that he expended in the exchange they shared. Still, the magnitude of wonder and joy is alive and ever building as he continues to run his hands over the man he has to believe is his now.
If he were to lose this it would be the loss of his soul, and Max knows he'd never survive it. Even after this single exchange, this one night together-- if he were to be set apart, separated, he'd lose himself. It would be a fate worse than death, and he would know.
His hands are up around Michael's shoulders when the other settles on his ass. Max can't help but move in close, place their bodies in alignment there under the warm spray. It doesn't matter how long the warm water lasts. He kisses over his lover's neck, licking at the drops of water, and sucking along the gorgeous stretch of Michael's neck. It makes his heart beat faster, and his body react. He laughs softly at the question.]
You didn't answer me, you know. I asked first, but the answer is yes. Yes, I've masturbated to thoughts of you. I've done it at night, with all the lights off more times than I can count, since I was a teen. I'd wonder what it would be like to touch you, kiss you. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. The first time I kissed a guy, I thought about you. It made it easier in that place, because I didn't want any other men at first. You were the only one I saw, and the one I kept coming back to.
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Date: 2023-04-03 04:18 pm (UTC)If he were to lose this it would be the loss of his soul, and Max knows he'd never survive it. Even after this single exchange, this one night together-- if he were to be set apart, separated, he'd lose himself. It would be a fate worse than death, and he would know.
His hands are up around Michael's shoulders when the other settles on his ass. Max can't help but move in close, place their bodies in alignment there under the warm spray. It doesn't matter how long the warm water lasts. He kisses over his lover's neck, licking at the drops of water, and sucking along the gorgeous stretch of Michael's neck. It makes his heart beat faster, and his body react. He laughs softly at the question.]
You didn't answer me, you know. I asked first, but the answer is yes. Yes, I've masturbated to thoughts of you. I've done it at night, with all the lights off more times than I can count, since I was a teen. I'd wonder what it would be like to touch you, kiss you. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. The first time I kissed a guy, I thought about you. It made it easier in that place, because I didn't want any other men at first. You were the only one I saw, and the one I kept coming back to.