[His hand had left Ash's needy length long ago, and as far as Max knows, Ash still isn't even fully hard. It's Ash; his sexuality is, in Max's memory, a slow burner. So he has to give what he can before he gets overwhelmed. It's time to ride him, to make sure to hit deep, to angle for where he thinks he remembers that spot being, to make sure it gets the most constant friction, not that there's so much room back there a person could miss it.]
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