Maxwell went easily, sinking down against the mattress and taking Gavin gently with him. The kisses melded together, want turning to hunger, needing more with every taste he took. He shifted, hips angling, legs parting enough to allow Gavin to slid against him until there was nothing but the feel of soft fabric and the body beneath, long and lean.
It was both a torment and pleasure, rubbing against his skin. A keen anticipation building.
His hands flirted with it, molding down Gavin's flanks, flexing in his shirt and tugging, almost playfully at the band at his waist.
If he only had one night he wasn't going to waste it - rolling his hips as he settled in against Maxwell, he could feel the hard heat growing below him. Could feel his own answering. He kissed Maxwell hard as he lent a hand to help - pulling the belt loose quickly before turning to the buttons of his shirt.
"Maxwell--" He breathed, a desperate plea, as scrambled to get rid of the last barriers between them.
That sound was going to haunt him. The breathless whisper of his name, Gavin's voice breaking softly. The taste of it: a hot pant, cut off by his lips as he took Gavin's mouth again, harder.
He'd be remember it, long after it was wise.
He could tell that already too.
But if there had ever been any chance of turning back, it was already past. His fingers were fumbling against Gavin's, torn between helping and touching - slipping over the backs of Gavin's hands, curling briefly around his wrists, then quickly moving on. Delving into the part opening in Gavin's shirt to find warm flesh beneath.
His hands didn't linger on their duty. He made quick work of his clothing,
tossing his tunic off the side of the bed before going for his trousers -
tugging the ties loose quickly. There was no doubt in his mind, where this
was headed. And he wanted it, wanted Maxwell, so badly he could barely
stand it, even if it was already tearing his heart in two. It seemed to
take an age before his trousers were free - leaving him solely in his small
clothes - and with a moan he returned his hands to what they really wanted.
His heart pounded like thunder. It felt like lightning. A hard strike inside chest his chest with every hard beat. A storm was rolling over him; over them. Sweeping them up. And he was all too happy to go with it.
Back arching again as Gavin's clothes fell away, he pressed himself against him, desperate then not just for the feel of him under his hands, but everything. Beside him, on him, with him... Skin to skin, heat to heat.
Almost... almost.
The last scraps of cloth between them, rubbed maddeningly as they shifted, as their limbs moved and tangled, and he moaned roughly, Gavin's name rumbling up from his tight throat.
"-need you--" the words came out, as if they half belonged to a sentence
that he didn't have the breath for. "-- need you so much, Maxwell--"
That, at least, was obvious, now that they were entangled together, now
that he could feel that hard heat pushed up against his own, the friction
of the fabric between them only enough to stoke the imagination even more.
"Kiss me," he begged, as if Maxwell hadn't, even though it'd barely been a
second since their lips parted.
There was something different in it. In the request, in the wrenching beat of his heart that followed. An ache, similar, but not identical. (A reminder. One night. One chance.)
"Gavin, I--" But what could he say, had he even the breath? Nothing that wouldn't make it worse. (One night. Once chance. No regrets.)
His lips pressed hard, his arms banding around Gavin - something all the more desperate in the embrace. His hips twisted, rolling deliberately to pin Gavin's, to rock against his - into his.
He felt the shift, but it didn't stop him. He could feel it in a heat
behind his eyes that he quickly blinked away and resolved to utterly
ignore, clutching back tight, groaning as Maxwell moved against him. He
kissed back with a fierce desperation, his hand sliding between them to
press his palm against Maxwell's groin and grip him tightly.
Right here. Right now. And they had to make the most of it.
Maxwell was determined too.
What would be, would be, but he had Gavin now and that was enough. (Had to be.)
Moaning, hips rocking again and pinning Gavin's hand between them, his cock twitching and stiffening and stretching the fabric of his smallclothes until he might as well not have been wearing them, for all the covering they were doing.
His teeth nipped at Gavin's lower lip, then suckled at the little bite.
"Take it off," he groaned, fingers curling in Gavin's and tugging. "I want... need to feel you."
He answered the request easily - fingers tugging into Maxwell's waist band
and drawing it down, sucking in a breath as the man's hard cock was brought
to light. And it was. Hard. He sank down without a thought, without a
question - shifting his entire body back so that his lips could find that
perfect heat. This he was used to, this was easier than acknowledging the
heart ache that tore open his chest with every yearning kiss.
His fingers gripped the base as his lips spread, tongue circling the head
with a will, before he took it into his mouth and sucked on the tip gently.
He was just reaching for him, feeling Gavin's cock come free, brushing against the inside of his thigh - rubbing against his own. But then Gavin was moving, his body sliding sinuously against Maxwell's, and before he could speak, the words - his very breath - was robbed from him.
They caught in his throat, making a hard strangled noise, as the muscles in his neck tightened around them. His heart lurched and his hands griped blindly, one fisting in the tangled sheet, the other burying deep in Gavin's hair.
All he managed with a curse, low and rough - a breathless plea.
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It was both a torment and pleasure, rubbing against his skin. A keen anticipation building.
His hands flirted with it, molding down Gavin's flanks, flexing in his shirt and tugging, almost playfully at the band at his waist.
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"Maxwell--" He breathed, a desperate plea, as scrambled to get rid of the last barriers between them.
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He'd be remember it, long after it was wise.
He could tell that already too.
But if there had ever been any chance of turning back, it was already past. His fingers were fumbling against Gavin's, torn between helping and touching - slipping over the backs of Gavin's hands, curling briefly around his wrists, then quickly moving on. Delving into the part opening in Gavin's shirt to find warm flesh beneath.
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His hands didn't linger on their duty. He made quick work of his clothing, tossing his tunic off the side of the bed before going for his trousers - tugging the ties loose quickly. There was no doubt in his mind, where this was headed. And he wanted it, wanted Maxwell, so badly he could barely stand it, even if it was already tearing his heart in two. It seemed to take an age before his trousers were free - leaving him solely in his small clothes - and with a moan he returned his hands to what they really wanted.
Maxwell's skin, Maxwell's jaw, Maxwell's lips.
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Back arching again as Gavin's clothes fell away, he pressed himself against him, desperate then not just for the feel of him under his hands, but everything. Beside him, on him, with him... Skin to skin, heat to heat.
Almost... almost.
The last scraps of cloth between them, rubbed maddeningly as they shifted, as their limbs moved and tangled, and he moaned roughly, Gavin's name rumbling up from his tight throat.
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"-need you--" the words came out, as if they half belonged to a sentence that he didn't have the breath for. "-- need you so much, Maxwell--"
That, at least, was obvious, now that they were entangled together, now that he could feel that hard heat pushed up against his own, the friction of the fabric between them only enough to stoke the imagination even more. "Kiss me," he begged, as if Maxwell hadn't, even though it'd barely been a second since their lips parted.
Kiss me like you won't let me leave.
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"Gavin, I--" But what could he say, had he even the breath? Nothing that wouldn't make it worse. (One night. Once chance. No regrets.)
His lips pressed hard, his arms banding around Gavin - something all the more desperate in the embrace. His hips twisted, rolling deliberately to pin Gavin's, to rock against his - into his.
Be with me.
Stay with me.
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He felt the shift, but it didn't stop him. He could feel it in a heat behind his eyes that he quickly blinked away and resolved to utterly ignore, clutching back tight, groaning as Maxwell moved against him. He kissed back with a fierce desperation, his hand sliding between them to press his palm against Maxwell's groin and grip him tightly.
Right here.
He was right here.
The rest they could deal with later.
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Maxwell was determined too.
What would be, would be, but he had Gavin now and that was enough. (Had to be.)
Moaning, hips rocking again and pinning Gavin's hand between them, his cock twitching and stiffening and stretching the fabric of his smallclothes until he might as well not have been wearing them, for all the covering they were doing.
His teeth nipped at Gavin's lower lip, then suckled at the little bite.
"Take it off," he groaned, fingers curling in Gavin's and tugging. "I want... need to feel you."
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He answered the request easily - fingers tugging into Maxwell's waist band and drawing it down, sucking in a breath as the man's hard cock was brought to light. And it was. Hard. He sank down without a thought, without a question - shifting his entire body back so that his lips could find that perfect heat. This he was used to, this was easier than acknowledging the heart ache that tore open his chest with every yearning kiss.
His fingers gripped the base as his lips spread, tongue circling the head with a will, before he took it into his mouth and sucked on the tip gently.
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They caught in his throat, making a hard strangled noise, as the muscles in his neck tightened around them. His heart lurched and his hands griped blindly, one fisting in the tangled sheet, the other burying deep in Gavin's hair.
All he managed with a curse, low and rough - a breathless plea.