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In Fate’s Hands
One more minute of listening to his mother hurl poorly veiled insults at the pair of them and Max was sure his head would explode. He’d known that accepting his parents’ invitation to his father’s birthday dinner party would mean spending a night listening to his parents’ nonsense - but he hadn’t been expecting quite so much hostility. He supposed he understood his mother’s frustration on some level. He hadn’t told anyone aside from his sister that he was dating Quinn, and telling them all over cocktails and appetizers that they’d been seeing each other for nearly a year probably wasn’t his best plan. Whatever manners his mother might’ve pretended to have gone out the window at that moment, and the rest of the night had been a nightmare. After snapping at his mom for what felt like the hundredth time for mispronouncing Quinn’s name, he’d grabbed Quinn and pulled her upstairs to escape.
“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, closing the door to his childhood bedroom. His hands were at her hips within seconds, tugging her body flush against his. “I thought we’d be able to fade into the background with everyone here.” He pressed his lips to hers, trying to take comfort in the fact that he got to go home with her instead of dealing with his family once the night was over. “Coming here was a terrible idea.” @feverish-desires
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Stay a While
Max’s arm darted out from beneath the covers, his fingers curling around Quinn’s wrist. The smallest movement sent his heart thundering. He was afraid she was going to slip out of his house in the middle of the night and leave his bed dreadfully cold. Not that he could really blame her if that was her plan. Even he knew that he couldn’t keep this up, that one day he’d have to decide once and for all where they stood...but for the meantime? “Stay,” he croaked, exhaustion coating every syllable. The darkness did a lot to cover the desperation in his dark eyes, but it was there, lurking beneath a cracked facade. “Stay tomorrow too. We’re going to cuddle all day, I don’t care. I promise. No serious talk. Just us hanging out.” @feverish-desires
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The Real Me
“Fuck!” There was no doubt that Max’s housemates knew exactly what he and Quinn were up to. The thin walls of the cheap rental house couldn’t conceal the past few hours of their off and on fucking, even if Max had put any effort into trying to stay quiet. A hand moved to her leg, tossing it over his shoulder as he rammed into her relentlessly. Every inch of his body seemed to tighten, and he pulled his cock out quickly, a gasp escaping him at the sudden loss of her warm core. Moving a hand between them, he pumped himself until ropes of cum exploded from his length, spurting onto her stomach. “Shit, sorry, didn’t have time,” Max struggled to catch his breath, turning his head to kiss her calf affectionately. “To ask where you wanted me to cum.” @feverish-desires
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