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Charles was also right about what Max wanted, though. He did want that, sometimes. Not often, but sometimes. And the times he did, he never asked. He fucked Charles differently instead. Slower, closer, with a different kind of feeling. He fucked Charles in the way he wanted to be fucked. He didn’t know how to ask. Never had. Of course Charles had noticed.
“I mean it, Max,” he sighed, sipping his drink again, eyes fixed on Max. “You can just ask for exactly what you want. I’ll give it to you…”
They’d left that there, then. Max had never been more pleased to be pulled off his lunchbreak and back into the media pen. But Charles wasn’t going to let it lie for long. And that was how they’d ended up here. Practise was earlier than usual, giving them a longer evening off. So that morning, Charles had joined him in the shower, pressed up against his back, place a few kisses on his neck, and breathed into his ear words that had echoed in Max’s head for the entire time he was in the car.
“Tonight, you’re going to fuck me how I want. And then you’re going to tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you. And I’ll do it. Whatever you want.”
No wonder Max had been distracted during post-practice debrief.