[ max has always been an tactile person, both in how he expresses things (it's easy to tell which people max likes simply by the fact he actively touches them and pretty much few others), and how he understands and deals with things. in magic, he has to use something solid, heavy - usually stones. there's always some physical, visual quality to his magic, and the lines in his skin and the way his body moves is all part of that. it's just as equally a physical sensation when he's casting, letting his magic flow from him, or just trying to expend it.
that need to expel the energy that merlin feels is something that comes from him, given max has a sort of broken valve on his magic, and a large part of how often he uses it is simply managing the overflow, but the feeling of it has always felt comforting and reassuring. regardless of whatever magic has done to max in his life, he knows what his magic feels like, and he knows the satisfaction in using it. it is a deeply personal, intimate feeling to experience another person's magic the same way, and he can understand how merlin wouldn't have expected it. he hadn't really had many to share it with, had he? if any. max is beyond pleased to let him have that here.
the part where he's also making out with him certainly doesn't hurt either. but it's the same - on some other kind of plane, feeling out of body, more like particles in the air, dust from the universe that comes together and falls apart to form one piece of reality or another. he knows the hand on his chest feels warm and inviting, and the lips sliding over his are sweet and delicately intimate, and the fingers laced in his are kind and careful. the magic in the ink at his palm brims at the surface, meeting with merlin's fingertips, and max squeezes back against his fingers, almost more stretching for more of the feeling than simply returning affection.
when they break, and merlin seems to come back to himself in a completely comical way, max can't help the laugh that peels from him, hand still resting against the nape of his neck. once the other's released, the sparks of magic between them dissipating like dandelion seeds blown away with the wind, he brings the other to ruffle at merlin's hair. how freaking cute. ]
I did. You. [ you freaking nerd. though said with a warm smile, fondness there. clearly this isn't something merlin does a whole lot. ]
Sorry. Got kind of excited. Is that okay?
[ that he kissed him. if not, he'll back off, obviously, but there is a grin under this fingers hiding his red cheeks (though not his red ears, which max tugs at a bit with a snicker). ]
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that need to expel the energy that merlin feels is something that comes from him, given max has a sort of broken valve on his magic, and a large part of how often he uses it is simply managing the overflow, but the feeling of it has always felt comforting and reassuring. regardless of whatever magic has done to max in his life, he knows what his magic feels like, and he knows the satisfaction in using it. it is a deeply personal, intimate feeling to experience another person's magic the same way, and he can understand how merlin wouldn't have expected it. he hadn't really had many to share it with, had he? if any. max is beyond pleased to let him have that here.
the part where he's also making out with him certainly doesn't hurt either. but it's the same - on some other kind of plane, feeling out of body, more like particles in the air, dust from the universe that comes together and falls apart to form one piece of reality or another. he knows the hand on his chest feels warm and inviting, and the lips sliding over his are sweet and delicately intimate, and the fingers laced in his are kind and careful. the magic in the ink at his palm brims at the surface, meeting with merlin's fingertips, and max squeezes back against his fingers, almost more stretching for more of the feeling than simply returning affection.
when they break, and merlin seems to come back to himself in a completely comical way, max can't help the laugh that peels from him, hand still resting against the nape of his neck. once the other's released, the sparks of magic between them dissipating like dandelion seeds blown away with the wind, he brings the other to ruffle at merlin's hair. how freaking cute. ]
I did. You. [ you freaking nerd. though said with a warm smile, fondness there. clearly this isn't something merlin does a whole lot. ]
Sorry. Got kind of excited. Is that okay?
[ that he kissed him. if not, he'll back off, obviously, but there is a grin under this fingers hiding his red cheeks (though not his red ears, which max tugs at a bit with a snicker). ]