[ max has done much worse things with magic in much worse places than the zoo, so if there's any frowning at his tactics, all arthur gets is a shrug and a 'pfft' sound before he drags the man back behind the wall, closing it again behind them. ]

Somewhere five year olds won't stare at us while I'm trying to get in your pants. Kills the mood. [ max reports casually while he glances around the blocked off area they've snuck into, making sure there's no other attendants or construction workers hanging out. still, rather than being out in the open, he tugs arthur along a little more, until they find an alcove with an awning covering it, giving some shade and a bit better of a hiding place.

once there, his hands are light against arthur's chest as he pushes him back against the brick wall of the alcove, a smirk dragging across his lips while he steps into his space, far closer than anything platonic would be, the hands at his chest drifting down to lightly drag against his sides, over his ren faire shirt. ]

Guidance the first - don't overthink it.

[ which he's pretty sure arthur has been doing since the gay thing came up at the zoo entrance. he needs to learn how to turn his brain off, but they'll get there. for now, Max leans in, taking his time more now than he had before, letting their lips brush before pressing in, the kiss firm and certain in all the ways arthur isn't right now. fingertips brush the side of his neck, pushing back into his hair, and max's thumb strokes a soft line just behind arthur's ear. there's a shift, lips pulling back just enough for max to watch arthur's features for a brief second before kissing him again, the lightest scrape of teeth against his lower lip. ]