( an intimacy strikes him as max returns the share of magic -- a motion that almost makes him gasp, a flooding of magic taking up all the nooks and crannies of free space his body has to offer. where magic is harder to reach, max's magic touches, like having an itch for many years finally scratched. merlin shudders in response to it all, his flame like burnt sugar swirling around inside him -- sweet caramel whispering along his veins, rattling his brain around until he's high, intoxicated, addicted.
if merlin's magic is nostalgic in nature, cooling and calming and ancient as the gods of old have all declared, then max's feels like drinking twenty cups of coffee one right after the other. it's energy that inspires him, makes him giddy and hyper and full of life, the want to expel it in someway a sudden necessity. he wants to cast spells, to use up this overwhelming power that connects where their hands touch, where max touches him. merlin thinks they might be able to do anything, right now and in this moment. anything at all.
he only realizes how close they've instinctively drifted together when max touches his neck, fire licking an already thundering pulse, that only increases twofold as he looks to max, and then finds himself leaning in to match their mouths all the same. ironically, it doesn't feel that special -- the sharing of magic, vital and in very essence the soul of a person, is on such another plane of existence than the physical act of a kiss, that is doesn't seem meaningful at first. merlin's free hand clings to the front of max's shirt, his other hand lacing their fingers together, keeping the bond unbroken. his thumb brushes the circle of his heated palm tattoo with interest, ebbing more magic from the tips of his fingers.
only when there's a natural break in the kiss does merlin realize -- ) Oh. ( and then realize ) Oh! ( bringing the hand from max's shirt up to press his fingers against his own mouth, like he can't believe it.
really really can't, if the way his cheeks light up have any story to tell. ) You kissed me! ( how very, very embarrassing. his hand draws back, only so merlin can slap his hands against his face, covering a tragic flush as best he can.
he peeks out from a crack in his hands at max a second later, though. he's grinning. )
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if merlin's magic is nostalgic in nature, cooling and calming and ancient as the gods of old have all declared, then max's feels like drinking twenty cups of coffee one right after the other. it's energy that inspires him, makes him giddy and hyper and full of life, the want to expel it in someway a sudden necessity. he wants to cast spells, to use up this overwhelming power that connects where their hands touch, where max touches him. merlin thinks they might be able to do anything, right now and in this moment. anything at all.
he only realizes how close they've instinctively drifted together when max touches his neck, fire licking an already thundering pulse, that only increases twofold as he looks to max, and then finds himself leaning in to match their mouths all the same. ironically, it doesn't feel that special -- the sharing of magic, vital and in very essence the soul of a person, is on such another plane of existence than the physical act of a kiss, that is doesn't seem meaningful at first. merlin's free hand clings to the front of max's shirt, his other hand lacing their fingers together, keeping the bond unbroken. his thumb brushes the circle of his heated palm tattoo with interest, ebbing more magic from the tips of his fingers.
only when there's a natural break in the kiss does merlin realize -- ) Oh. ( and then realize ) Oh! ( bringing the hand from max's shirt up to press his fingers against his own mouth, like he can't believe it.
really really can't, if the way his cheeks light up have any story to tell. ) You kissed me! ( how very, very embarrassing. his hand draws back, only so merlin can slap his hands against his face, covering a tragic flush as best he can.
he peeks out from a crack in his hands at max a second later, though. he's grinning. )
You kissed me. Me!