[His mouth opens with a smart remark, but the next thrust takes his own breath away, earning another, another, reduced to grunting sounds as he bends further over Ash to scoop one arm around him posessively. As expected, Ash wins. Max can't think to talk, can't think to angle, can't think to do anything but be glad that Ash is getting enough out of this that he can't feel too bad, as long as he keeps from going at him like a battering ram.]
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