[Jack's amused as he watches it tumble from the sheets. It doesn't take much pressure to make him lie back, a sigh escaping his lips as he buries his fingers in Max's mussed hair, toes curling against the sheets as his mouth travels.]
Mm, you were inspiring.
[And that's putting it mildly. Jack can't remember the last time he had a night like that, if ever, and certainly not with a single man. He tips his head just so, drawing attention to a spot that he missed, clearly a little bit of a whore for his attention. But then he tugs his head up, looking into his eyes and studying his face - at least until his gaze lands on that sweet mouth. And then he's drawn to it, pulled in as if by some invisible thread. Jack kisses him slowly and deeply, not like those urgent kisses when his thoughts kept straying to Max's cock.]
Let me look at you. [Jack whispers before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Another thing that he didn't take time for. His looks down at what he can see, a finger lightly tracing one of Max's tattoos.] You like these. I've never seen so many on one person before.
[ max isn't good at being gentle with miscellaneous inanimate objects, but mechanic plane expertise means he can mostly fix any damage he does. mostly. sort of. whatever, he's more concerned with jack and how he tips his head up to draw max to places on his body that've yet to be loved on enough. max is obediently following, laughing quietly against his smooth skin, answering in a muffled hum. ] Just trying to keep up with you.
[ as much energy as he knows he has in him, jack had been ravenous in his pursuit of more. jack is beyond gorgeous and it had easily been one of the best nights max has spent with someone in eudio thus far, still hungry for more of the man as he crawls his body over his to settle between his legs, blanketing him. yet, when jack pulls him up to look over his face, there's something calmed in the action, max's lips pulling at one corner to give him a soft smile. and then, after a lingering kiss he's mournful to part for, looks over his body, and the ink decorating it. ah, right. ]
Most help with different spells. Control or boosting or protecting. [ max leans to the side, propping himself up on a elbow pressed into the mattress at jack's side, to hold up the other hand, showing jack the white ink lines scrawled over the back of one hand, as the start to light up in a bright, ember-orange glow, filling every inch of the piece. ] This is Hellfire.
[ a flicked wrist has several candles not far away lighting up with small, but strange looking flame - as if the center of it is black rather than white, something in the flicker and crackle of the flame seeing so much more volatile. from there, he turns his hand over, showing the circle at the center of his palm, also in white ink, before it starts to fill with a rusted, red-brown kind of color, like water flooding into a mold. the second is the piece on his forearm - black ink that starts crawl red from the center outward. ]
These two are things I can't use here. This one too. [ The latter being the piece that runs along his collar bones, gradually expanding upwards on previously invisible lines, up his neck. After that, he touches the one that's part on his sternum, part on the upper part of his abs. At the touch, the outline pulses a white-golden glow. ] This heals.
[Why isn't he even a little bit afraid? It seems absurd that he hasn't asked himself that question before now, when he spent half the night pinned beneath a man who could take him bodily from one place to another in an instant, when that same man can conjure flames from across the room. Hellfire, he calls it. It hardly sounds like what one would use to light birthday candles.
Maybe it has something to do with how the worst has already come to pass for him, not death, but something worse. Probably. But more of the credit still goes to Max, the way he kisses and smiles, the way he gave more than he took. Breakfast in bed. Jack has spent a lifetime dealing with feelings that are supposed to be unnatural and wrong, but they feel just the opposite to him. Maybe Max is the same sort of contraction. If there is something fearsome and evil to be found in him, Jack doesn't see it. And he doesn't want to.
He's listening, he is, between his own thoughts and how outwardly admiring Max's body as he points every tattoo out. Jack's sucking on his bottom lip thoughtfully, recalling the warmth and taste of that last kiss. He lazily traces the outline of one on his collarbone, more interested in the simple act of touching than the design itself.]
Which one summons a rabbit from a top hat? [Jack, please. He laughs softly as he gently kicks the cover away, exposing all of his body. He's lean and alabaster, unmarked by anything except the man by his side.] What should I get? And where.
[ jack's fingertips are warm and sweet along his skin, and max would have him trace over each line on his body, for hours and hours, if he wanted. having him spread out beneath him, all bare and flawless, is too tempting an offer, and max's hands are already running down over the span of his chest, palm smoothing over a pectoral and thumbing at a nipple as he goes, down along his soft side and over his stomach. ]
Can't do rabbits. Natural plane's dissonant for me. [ idle commentary, spoken distractedly, as he bows his head to kiss over the jut of jack's hipbone, licking a line along the curved indent. he's busying himself studying him, looking over all the places he hadn't gotten much chance to examine the night before. compact muscle and pale skin, unable to resist sinking down in some places to kiss and lick - sucking up marks in a few, select places. ] But if you want demon out of a hat, I could probably do that one.
[ well, theoretically he could do it, just not in eudio, given the whole 'demons have feelings too' consent rule, which has nixed a lot of things max usually does. it's left him a bit on the too empty, too restless side, really, but it's been a year - he's found ways to deal. not that any of that's present in his mind at the moment. right now, he's too engaged with touching every bare inch of the man laid out for him, a hand ghosting a gentle stroke along his proudly displayed cock, cupping his balls in the next sweep, before he moves along to his thighs. ]
Hard to say. Don't know much about you, beside from 'Jack', you like your eggs a little runny, and your dad's a prick. [ and where all the sensitive parts on him are, how he likes to be fucked, the fact he's a sly, charming thing, with the capacity to be adorable, yet dark, and ridiculously alluring. he's intelligent, quick, and there's something illusive in his personality that max finds himself fond of. maybe something fox related somewhere. ] I can tell you where.
Here, here, here. [ pulling his hand back, he taps at a mark he'd sucked up over one hip bone, another left on the upward side of a shoulder, a third at the side of his neck, another on his side. easing him to turn onto one side, he slides a finger down the indent of his spine, stopping at his tailbone. ] Or here.
contraction....asdfjlkj CONTRADICTION why do i even look at prev tags
[He doesn't know what a dissonant natural plane even means. The individual words, of course, but not that particular arrangement of them. It hardly matters anyway, not when Max's tongue is dragging along his hip, a warm wet drag that's close enough for his cock to start to take notice. By all means, Jack's legs part slightly, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. A happy sound that his own walls didn't hear enough.]
I can think of other things that I want so much more, things I'm quite sure you can deliver. [Experience tells him as much. There's that smirk again, along with a playful wag of his eyebrows. He's quiet as Max lists the things about him that he knows, not realizing that he's picked up even more than that, that he knows him more than he gives himself credit for.] Those are the best parts of me anyway. [Max is...well, good, he's decided. He doesn't especially want him to know about the uglier parts of him, the manipulations and the selfishness, the grief and humiliations.]
I thought you might just choose whatever's pleasing to the eye. [Maybe it's just not as simple as Jack thought it was, so he'll settle for the "where", humming and glancing from spot to spot as he taps against his skin. Jack rolls onto his side to face him, breath catching as Max's finger slides down - and stops. His own hands are sliding down the back of those boxer briefs, squeezing his ass, cupping it.]
Maybe we can narrow it down. Ask me one thing that you want to know, I might answer it.
[In the meantime, he can dip his head to kiss along his shoulder, and throw his leg over him to press against his thigh. He's starting to wonder how he lived before Max's body.]
LMFAO no mpreg pls jack. i didnt even notice it tho
[ max is good in shades and scenes, in circumstances and glancing looks. max is good because he has to be. because the alternative is a road of ash and blood that will drag him down and swallow him whole. Max is good because he wants to be good, but it’s never as easy as that. Not for him. But God, Jack’s such a tempting thing, and it hardly takes more than the suggestion of things he’d like max to deliver to him, before his eyes are blinking slow, pupils dark with rising lust. Still, it isn’t enough to make him forget what they’re talking about. If life with the boys from B&M have taught him anything, it’s multitasking while fucking. ]
Do I seem like someone only interested in the best parts? [ his lips slide over jack’s jaw, teeth scraping here and there at the sharp angle of the bone. Jack’s sharp all over, and god in heaven, max loves it. ] Pleasing to the eye's for make up, not skin brands.
[ his hands slide over jack’s both, covetous and self-indulgent, as he rolls the request over in his mind. Ask him something, he might answer. Max doesn’t like asking pointless, flavor questions. He wants to know what he wants to know, so as he glides a hand over the curve of Jack’s ass, down his thigh, and back up to sleep between his cheeks, passing lightly over the soft skin and sweet little hole there, he asks. ]
What's your mind killer, Jack Benjamin? [ what destroys you, from the inside out? ]
[The journey of Jack's lips halts at that question, eyes opening. No, he doesn't seem that type, and a part of him wishes that Max was. It's so much easier for people to stop at the carefully polished surface when that's all they really want to see, and it's so much easier to maintain that image for them.
There's a few moments of silence between them, and Jack's heart beats a little faster, breath catches in the quiet of the room. It's more than just the rekindling of passion - Max is like the strike of a match when it comes to that. It's because Jack knows he's considering what he wants to ask, and it's not going to be about his favorite color or if he's ever broken any bones.]
God. [It's more of a soft exclamation than an answer, but it could be both. Jack laughs breathlessly, both arms coming to wrap around Max. There's almost something insecure in it, like he's seeking an anchor in the midst of his own storm.] What if there are too many things to name? [He could just leave it there, trading questions rather than answering them. Keep his best parts intact and let that be that. But with any luck, he'll be in this city for a long time. And during that time, he wouldn't mind seeing Max again. He doubts that will happen if he leaves things like this.] My own ambition. What's expected of me. Anger. Regrets. [Each named like a deadly sin, if only they stopped at seven for him. His eyes flutter closed and he moans softly at Max's intimate touch.] This.
[Not the act as much as the shame he's been made to feel for it. He's still untangling those two things.]
Trust me, you want to stick to asking me about breakfast.
[ max's life has been so far from smooth and polished, and there's nothing he's done with his own hands to try to push it that way. the idea of someone with only the best parts to show simply seems more like a lie than anything else to him, and he's pleased just with the fact that jack's admitting to having something he's less proud of about himself. there's no one in the world without at least one or two things to feel regretful, afraid or ashamed of within themselves, whether it's a reasonable response or not. even max, who does his level best to seem entirely unaffected by most of what goes on around him on any given day.
as such, he isn't bothered either by the pause jack leaves, as if he wants to leave the answer at just a question, or what follows behind it. he busies himself kissing and sucking at the side of his neck, as a finger slipped between his cheeks rubs slow, firm circles over his entrance. ambition, anger, regrets, sex. the last one seems more poignant than the others, more specific, and max hums against his skin, considering it, and filing it away. he'd mentioned rejection for this, and max figures that's likely something to do with it, but what seems more the prominent thing to question at the moment is jack's insistence that he shouldn't want to do exactly that. ]
Here I thought you had to be magic to be a mind reader. [ commented mildly, as the hand at jack's ass pulls up, max sucking at a couple fingers, to wet them, before moving back into place, tip of his middle finger slowly pressing in, agonizingly so, just barely breaching jack's hole. ]
What is it you think will scare me away? [ max whispers the question, like a secret, with lips brushing jack's. ] May as well tell me now, because I'm not going to stop asking.
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[Jack's amused as he watches it tumble from the sheets. It doesn't take much pressure to make him lie back, a sigh escaping his lips as he buries his fingers in Max's mussed hair, toes curling against the sheets as his mouth travels.]
Mm, you were inspiring.
[And that's putting it mildly. Jack can't remember the last time he had a night like that, if ever, and certainly not with a single man. He tips his head just so, drawing attention to a spot that he missed, clearly a little bit of a whore for his attention. But then he tugs his head up, looking into his eyes and studying his face - at least until his gaze lands on that sweet mouth. And then he's drawn to it, pulled in as if by some invisible thread. Jack kisses him slowly and deeply, not like those urgent kisses when his thoughts kept straying to Max's cock.]
Let me look at you. [Jack whispers before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Another thing that he didn't take time for. His looks down at what he can see, a finger lightly tracing one of Max's tattoos.] You like these. I've never seen so many on one person before.
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[ max isn't good at being gentle with miscellaneous inanimate objects, but mechanic plane expertise means he can mostly fix any damage he does. mostly. sort of. whatever, he's more concerned with jack and how he tips his head up to draw max to places on his body that've yet to be loved on enough. max is obediently following, laughing quietly against his smooth skin, answering in a muffled hum. ] Just trying to keep up with you.
[ as much energy as he knows he has in him, jack had been ravenous in his pursuit of more. jack is beyond gorgeous and it had easily been one of the best nights max has spent with someone in eudio thus far, still hungry for more of the man as he crawls his body over his to settle between his legs, blanketing him. yet, when jack pulls him up to look over his face, there's something calmed in the action, max's lips pulling at one corner to give him a soft smile. and then, after a lingering kiss he's mournful to part for, looks over his body, and the ink decorating it. ah, right. ]
Most help with different spells. Control or boosting or protecting. [ max leans to the side, propping himself up on a elbow pressed into the mattress at jack's side, to hold up the other hand, showing jack the white ink lines scrawled over the back of one hand, as the start to light up in a bright, ember-orange glow, filling every inch of the piece. ] This is Hellfire.
[ a flicked wrist has several candles not far away lighting up with small, but strange looking flame - as if the center of it is black rather than white, something in the flicker and crackle of the flame seeing so much more volatile. from there, he turns his hand over, showing the circle at the center of his palm, also in white ink, before it starts to fill with a rusted, red-brown kind of color, like water flooding into a mold. the second is the piece on his forearm - black ink that starts crawl red from the center outward. ]
These two are things I can't use here. This one too. [ The latter being the piece that runs along his collar bones, gradually expanding upwards on previously invisible lines, up his neck. After that, he touches the one that's part on his sternum, part on the upper part of his abs. At the touch, the outline pulses a white-golden glow. ] This heals.
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Maybe it has something to do with how the worst has already come to pass for him, not death, but something worse. Probably. But more of the credit still goes to Max, the way he kisses and smiles, the way he gave more than he took. Breakfast in bed. Jack has spent a lifetime dealing with feelings that are supposed to be unnatural and wrong, but they feel just the opposite to him. Maybe Max is the same sort of contraction. If there is something fearsome and evil to be found in him, Jack doesn't see it. And he doesn't want to.
He's listening, he is, between his own thoughts and how outwardly admiring Max's body as he points every tattoo out. Jack's sucking on his bottom lip thoughtfully, recalling the warmth and taste of that last kiss. He lazily traces the outline of one on his collarbone, more interested in the simple act of touching than the design itself.]
Which one summons a rabbit from a top hat? [Jack, please. He laughs softly as he gently kicks the cover away, exposing all of his body. He's lean and alabaster, unmarked by anything except the man by his side.] What should I get? And where.
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Can't do rabbits. Natural plane's dissonant for me. [ idle commentary, spoken distractedly, as he bows his head to kiss over the jut of jack's hipbone, licking a line along the curved indent. he's busying himself studying him, looking over all the places he hadn't gotten much chance to examine the night before. compact muscle and pale skin, unable to resist sinking down in some places to kiss and lick - sucking up marks in a few, select places. ] But if you want demon out of a hat, I could probably do that one.
[ well, theoretically he could do it, just not in eudio, given the whole 'demons have feelings too' consent rule, which has nixed a lot of things max usually does. it's left him a bit on the too empty, too restless side, really, but it's been a year - he's found ways to deal. not that any of that's present in his mind at the moment. right now, he's too engaged with touching every bare inch of the man laid out for him, a hand ghosting a gentle stroke along his proudly displayed cock, cupping his balls in the next sweep, before he moves along to his thighs. ]
Hard to say. Don't know much about you, beside from 'Jack', you like your eggs a little runny, and your dad's a prick. [ and where all the sensitive parts on him are, how he likes to be fucked, the fact he's a sly, charming thing, with the capacity to be adorable, yet dark, and ridiculously alluring. he's intelligent, quick, and there's something illusive in his personality that max finds himself fond of. maybe something fox related somewhere. ] I can tell you where.
Here, here, here. [ pulling his hand back, he taps at a mark he'd sucked up over one hip bone, another left on the upward side of a shoulder, a third at the side of his neck, another on his side. easing him to turn onto one side, he slides a finger down the indent of his spine, stopping at his tailbone. ] Or here.
contraction....asdfjlkj CONTRADICTION why do i even look at prev tags
I can think of other things that I want so much more, things I'm quite sure you can deliver. [Experience tells him as much. There's that smirk again, along with a playful wag of his eyebrows. He's quiet as Max lists the things about him that he knows, not realizing that he's picked up even more than that, that he knows him more than he gives himself credit for.] Those are the best parts of me anyway. [Max is...well, good, he's decided. He doesn't especially want him to know about the uglier parts of him, the manipulations and the selfishness, the grief and humiliations.]
I thought you might just choose whatever's pleasing to the eye. [Maybe it's just not as simple as Jack thought it was, so he'll settle for the "where", humming and glancing from spot to spot as he taps against his skin. Jack rolls onto his side to face him, breath catching as Max's finger slides down - and stops. His own hands are sliding down the back of those boxer briefs, squeezing his ass, cupping it.]
Maybe we can narrow it down. Ask me one thing that you want to know, I might answer it.
[In the meantime, he can dip his head to kiss along his shoulder, and throw his leg over him to press against his thigh. He's starting to wonder how he lived before Max's body.]
LMFAO no mpreg pls jack. i didnt even notice it tho
Do I seem like someone only interested in the best parts? [ his lips slide over jack’s jaw, teeth scraping here and there at the sharp angle of the bone. Jack’s sharp all over, and god in heaven, max loves it. ] Pleasing to the eye's for make up, not skin brands.
[ his hands slide over jack’s both, covetous and self-indulgent, as he rolls the request over in his mind. Ask him something, he might answer. Max doesn’t like asking pointless, flavor questions. He wants to know what he wants to know, so as he glides a hand over the curve of Jack’s ass, down his thigh, and back up to sleep between his cheeks, passing lightly over the soft skin and sweet little hole there, he asks. ]
What's your mind killer, Jack Benjamin? [ what destroys you, from the inside out? ]
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There's a few moments of silence between them, and Jack's heart beats a little faster, breath catches in the quiet of the room. It's more than just the rekindling of passion - Max is like the strike of a match when it comes to that. It's because Jack knows he's considering what he wants to ask, and it's not going to be about his favorite color or if he's ever broken any bones.]
God. [It's more of a soft exclamation than an answer, but it could be both. Jack laughs breathlessly, both arms coming to wrap around Max. There's almost something insecure in it, like he's seeking an anchor in the midst of his own storm.] What if there are too many things to name? [He could just leave it there, trading questions rather than answering them. Keep his best parts intact and let that be that. But with any luck, he'll be in this city for a long time. And during that time, he wouldn't mind seeing Max again. He doubts that will happen if he leaves things like this.] My own ambition. What's expected of me. Anger. Regrets. [Each named like a deadly sin, if only they stopped at seven for him. His eyes flutter closed and he moans softly at Max's intimate touch.] This.
[Not the act as much as the shame he's been made to feel for it. He's still untangling those two things.]
Trust me, you want to stick to asking me about breakfast.
omfg so many typos in that last tag wtf
as such, he isn't bothered either by the pause jack leaves, as if he wants to leave the answer at just a question, or what follows behind it. he busies himself kissing and sucking at the side of his neck, as a finger slipped between his cheeks rubs slow, firm circles over his entrance. ambition, anger, regrets, sex. the last one seems more poignant than the others, more specific, and max hums against his skin, considering it, and filing it away. he'd mentioned rejection for this, and max figures that's likely something to do with it, but what seems more the prominent thing to question at the moment is jack's insistence that he shouldn't want to do exactly that. ]
Here I thought you had to be magic to be a mind reader. [ commented mildly, as the hand at jack's ass pulls up, max sucking at a couple fingers, to wet them, before moving back into place, tip of his middle finger slowly pressing in, agonizingly so, just barely breaching jack's hole. ]
What is it you think will scare me away? [ max whispers the question, like a secret, with lips brushing jack's. ] May as well tell me now, because I'm not going to stop asking.