[ Broken as he may be, Max has slowly pieced Ash back together and the image, still in progress, beneath the glass and dust still retains the body of a physically healthy teenage boy. It comes with sharp, uneven edges, but sometimes even the blurry lines sharpen, and the pieces fit right, and he seems almost normal. A quick release is chronically teenage male.
But Ash has more skill than most. He could tease and taunt Max into giving in but it's not that difficult to hold out and wait for Max's release. Instead, against his instincts, he allows Max's decision.
A minute is longer than it seems and two minutes is an eternity, but for someone who's been living on a loop for so long, he'd even allow two eternities. The sound of their mutual joining fills the bathroom and with the addition of the spray, creates a lustful orchestra. The position doesn't allow Ash a good view, but his imagination can easily conjure the image of Max, straining with pleasure, moving behind him, disappearing inside of him with droplets rushing down his tanner skin. ]
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But Ash has more skill than most. He could tease and taunt Max into giving in but it's not that difficult to hold out and wait for Max's release. Instead, against his instincts, he allows Max's decision.
A minute is longer than it seems and two minutes is an eternity, but for someone who's been living on a loop for so long, he'd even allow two eternities. The sound of their mutual joining fills the bathroom and with the addition of the spray, creates a lustful orchestra. The position doesn't allow Ash a good view, but his imagination can easily conjure the image of Max, straining with pleasure, moving behind him, disappearing inside of him with droplets rushing down his tanner skin. ]