[Max is driving, so he only gets a passing glance at the lights flickering over Ash's face as the red slowly fades to his usual pale hue. It's a thought he repeats so many times it's almost like a song caught in Max's head by now: God, he's pretty. Not just hot, though yes, also that too, very much so, enough he can feel a part of himself half-ready for another round, something in his blood almost confused that they only did it once as if it remembers to associate Ash with fucking to exhaustion. But he's someone he could stare at for a long time just enjoying the view. Shame the road is much more demanding of his gaze.]
So no conjugal visits, then, huh...
[Since he will not be good. It's murmured with mild fake-disappointment. It's not until they're pulling into the driveway that, trying his best to sound offhand, he asks, as casually as he can fake:]
So. Your age just suddenly catch up with you randomly, or....
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So no conjugal visits, then, huh...
[Since he will not be good. It's murmured with mild fake-disappointment. It's not until they're pulling into the driveway that, trying his best to sound offhand, he asks, as casually as he can fake:]
So. Your age just suddenly catch up with you randomly, or....