#LOL THE WAY JOHN IS MUCH LESS GENTLE WITH MAX IN MAXS CULTIST AU LOL

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send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat || memes always accepting @bairgan

There were a number of ways an attack on John could play out from one of their members. Generally it did not go over well and the punishment could be severe. However, Max had such a soft spot in John Seed's black heart that the hands around his throat, pinning him to the wall brought about a strained grinned from the Baptist. John grunted softly, shifting his neck and placing his hands overtop Max's with a glint in his eyes. John was certainly one to poke and prod and all the right buttons and perhaps a part of him likely had been trying to get Max worked up enough to put his hands on him like this.

"If you're going to choke me, do it properly, Silvan," he instructed softly, darkly, tattooed fingers adjusting the man's grip on his throat until it cut off the blood flow slightly. He could feel the way the other man faltered, hesitated, like he wasn't quite sure of what was going through John's mind. Murderous intentions or -- well --- by the way the Baptist's eyes darkened -- desire. A little more pressure from Max and he could have John's brain shutting off in the best of ways and putty in his hands -- yet. Annoyance flared up in John and with a quick and hard pinch of a painful pressure point in the other man's shoulder, he wretched himself free.

"No -- no - no. Harder. Like this," he hissed, slipping under and around Max's arm to shove the man up against the very wall he'd just been pressed against to place the man in the same position. Left hand locked around Max's throat, fingers placed just so, so his breathing was unobstructed but the blood flow cut off. He ignored any initial struggling, knee pressing between the other man's legs and right hand gripping his hip to give himself leverage with their height difference. After a moment of their eyes being locked, John loosened his grip to instead brush his thumb along Max's bottom lip, hand now caressing the side of the man's face fondly. "Now -- how shall I make you atone for that little outburst of yours?"