#max|interaction.

“ ——  what do you mean you’re going on a date with him?” he shot up almost instantly from where he was sprawled out half-naked on their bed, eyebrows drawn in together in apparent shock. max made a rather non-committal gesture between the two of them, as if that would explain what he was trying to say without words. “what about like... this?”

kissing was maybe one of andie’s favourite things to do to pass the time. really it was no wonder that she was very much taking advantage of having caught max at a time where he couldn’t give her an awful excuse to why they couldn’t just do as such. pressing kisses to the his neck, she vaguely heard the sound of the front door opening but paid no mind to it. her lips continued trailing over his skin, not pulling back until she heard him speak. smiling, she turned to face the new occupant of the room, outstretching a hand out towards them in order to gesture for them to come closer. “c’mere. i’ve missed you.”

the night prior had been something else, for lack of a better expression. a couple of rounds of some very enthusiastic sex and one might think that max had woken up satiated. however that was, of course, not the case. his libido was something unmatched. slinking into the kitchen stark naked he didn’t really think twice about wandering up behind them, his arms wrapping around their waist as his face tucked into the crook of their neck. “morning,” he mumbled, lips already gliding against their skin. “sleep well?”

another friday night, another night were max ended up entangled in everything that was karim. this was no good really; this frivolous back and forth that brought them to the same place every time. karim’s bed (occasionally max’s but a far rarer occasion, the other male’s apartment was just nicer). his lips were feverish as they trailed down the planes of his chest, a hand groping casually at his jeans. there was far too much need to it all — for something that was so casual there was a hell of a lot of passion mixed up in it. max knew where his came from, from the desire he held that went outwith sex, but it almost seemed like it was reciprocated it in a way that made him hopeful. maybe that was just wishful thinking, though. in fact, he didn’t doubt it likely was. he’d only been in the door about five minutes and here he was, rocking his hips down against the mattress as he attempted to work karim up in the way the other seemed to so easily do to him.

his breathing was coming in soft pants as his hips rolled forward against the fabric of her underwear, his fingers toying with the hem of it. she’d been teasing him all day and quite frankly max was done for, he couldn’t take it any longer. he’d planned on teasing her for some time as well but that was no longer possible, he couldn’t do it to himself. instead of undressing her completely he pulled the thin strip of  her underwear out of the way and brushed his cock against her slick heat. “fuck,” he groaned out, giving no warning before he pushed his hips forward to enter her in one smooth motion. 

even if now max and karim were sleeping with one another exclusively things weren’t really all that different. sometimes max was convinced that things felt different, though. the way their fingers were laced made things feel so much more intimate, which said a lot considering he was currently taking karim to the hilt as he rolled his hips back against him. it was a little slower than usual, less urgent. romantic, almost. while he’d never grow bored of what they normally did after what they’d gone through with the whole dating fiasco he could definitely admit that this was nice. there was no other word for it, really. the room was void of the usual sound of their skin meeting, instead he occasionally let out a soft moan or a breathy pant. “ — fuck,” he groaned, bringing their joined hands to his mouth. 

"does it ever get tiring, being so beautiful?"