[There are signs. Ash could probably have a stone faced, mute orgasm if he were of a mind to, and his reactions are probably more muted than they'd be for a teenage boy under most conditions, but here in reality, there are signs. Sadly for Max's plans, the signs are too beautiful to react to right away, like getting a warning in such beautiful penmanship that one forgets to read. Any intent to slow, stop, or drag it out are spilled there all over his hand, and his gaze is still on Ash's face, on the way his body goes lax against the seat after the arch.]
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