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[ tris comes settling into the tub, and max is quick to accommodate, keeping a steady grip on tristan’s forearms to make sure he doesn’t slip, and adjusting around to let him get into the most comfortable position. There’s water sloshing over the edge of the tub, but who really cares? ]

Just that I wish I had someone here to snuggle, and look. I must be psychic.

[ since you appeared, and not at all about how he heard you coming down the hall, or half expected you to show up anyway. Squirming some, max sinks further into the tub, arms wrapped around tristan’s middle pulling him along with him, to rest back against his chest as max lays out a little more lazily, easily supporting tristan’s weight in the water. Maybe it’s an otter moment. Lips touch at the side of tristan’s neck, dotting simple kisses along warm, wet skin, up just behind his ear. ]

What’ve you been up to? Roaming the halls waiting for someone to take a bath?

Yes, I prey on innocents who are looking to have a nice solo bath and seduce them into letting me in just by pacing up and down the hall like a goddamn predator.

[ Tristan sighs as he's adjusted here and there, fingers gently wrapping around Max's arm and and toes pressing a little up against the slick wall of the tub, trying to situate himself accordingly until they're comfortable enough that they can laze in the hot water peacefully with low-hanging steam slowly filtering out of the bathroom and into the hall. The haze is pleasant, dream-like and Tris tips his head to the side as kisses slowly trail his throat to the space just behind his ear, making him shiver significantly.

He reaches up a wet hand and threads fingers through Max's hair, tugging gently at it to pull him properly in for a kiss on the mouth, warm and a little wet where Tristan's chin had briefly dipped below the water while adjusting. ]

It worked, right?

It did. You're an evil genius, Tristan Clark.

[ A low, rumbled hum, like something you could feel the vibration of in his chest, comes from him, as they relax into the perfect positions, and Max welcomes Tristan's lips lovingly, kiss all slow and lazy and blissed out. he's in no hurry to finish the kiss either, like those kind of sleepy make outs you have at the edge of consciousness, snuggled up all close and still wanting the other, but just too tired, and too relaxed.

a short, stuttered laugh bursts from him, though, several minutes of lazy making out in, and he pulls back just enough to clearly fill tris in on what he'd found so amusing. ]

Made me think of you as a raptor, with the hall stalking and shit. Tris-raptor. Like the Jurassic Park ones. [ another short couple of kisses, hands roaming a little over his chest and stomach, and he mumbles, in a shitty aussie accent: ] Clever girl.

First of all, don't let Ellie hear you say that again. If you even some remotely Australian he'll probably de-dick you.

[ He hums as Max slides a hand down the center of his chest, over the thin line of scar tissue along his stomach, down beneath and back up again, relaxing even more against the smooth, easy touches, the soft, short kisses that have him pliantly resting between Max's legs in hot water. ]

Second of all, actually, yes. I am a raptor. A secret raptor. I've been hiding all this time in a human body waiting for you to figure it out because I know you have a huuuge dinosaur boner. Raptors have legs for days too. I thought that'd have been a dead giveaway too.

[ He tilts his head up and in the most dead serious voice he can manage. ]

I'm not shitting you, Maxwell. I am a sexy velociraptor. But no one can ever know, okay? Just us.

Someday I'm going to tell Jude we're taking a port spell to London, and route it to Sydney instead. Just to see him scream.

[ And he will probably be de-dicked for that as well. Look, some things you just have to do, okay? And fucking with Elliot is one of them. It's like 60% of their relationship.

and while tristan is expounding on how he is a secret raptor, and max is looking appropriately shocked, mystified, and starstruck, he's also exploring the planes of his torso, running down his stomach, along the curve of a hipbone and back up with one hand, and another caressing softly over the warmed flat of his chest, across light muscle until he finds a nipple to rub the pad of his thumb against. casually. while talking about tris being a raptor. like you do. ]

I fucking knew it. You know, I was going to say, you have very lovely, very raptor-like legs, but I thought, no way. The raptors would never come from little old me. [ omfg max what even are you talking about? but he's talking about it with complete seriousness, because if anyone is king of the Acting Like The Crazy Shit I'm Saying Is The Absolute Truth, it's max. ]

Is Marco a secret T-Rex? Because I want to ride him. But not like sex-ride him, not while he's a dino. That seems painful. And like really fucked up porn.

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Oh my god you're going to get us all fucking killed in the aftermath of his rage fit because he'll just implode like a tiny bomb and destroy us all.

[ Tristan reaches a hand up to thread fingers through Max's hair, scratching in much the way you might your favorite pet dog. Or cat. Or any other fluffy animal with a proclivity for wanting to be scritched just behind the ears. It's reward for sliding callused, warm, wet hands along his body, smoothing slowly over his skin in a way that makes him absolutely melt, teeth dragging slowly over his lip as he indulges every little touch with a directional response (a little arching, a bit of twisting, over here.)

Also damn you, get your fingers off his nips. They're sensitive. Not that he's stopping him. ]

Well, you know, secret raptor society. We're super duper tricky. Very sneaky. We pick our prey carefully and evaluate and shit for years. I've been waiting since we met in school for you to get swole and bam.

[ He adjusts a little bit in the tub now so his entire face doesn't just melt right down into the water, because that's what all this stroking is doing, making him slide into the water so his speech becomes muffled and his knees have to prop up accordingly to keep them situated properly in the cozy bath. Tristan turns, giving Max a warm, little smile. It's times like these, the easy jokes, the stupid chatter, that makes him think of how much easier shit has gotten since they arrived here. How they could be content as all get out in this stupid house in a way they couldn't be back home.

A little sad, isn't it.

He tugs again, thoughtfully, with low hum. ]

Totally a secret T-Rex. But with big arms, not little arms. I mean we could dress him up as a T-Rex and you could sex-ride him and we could film it and it could be the nest Pterodactyl sex. [ He turns again the water. ] Did I show that vid to you?

A very tiny bomb, so, we'll probably just get little steam burns.

[ somewhere in the house, elliot jude richards is screaming and he doesn't know why. the reason is max kiesler. the reason is usually max kiesler. and, no, he's not taking his fingers off tristan's nips, they're cute and soft and he loves them a lot, okay? especially not with tris scratching at him, like a pet, and max has always been weak to his hair being played with or his scalp scratched. he sighs, pleased, and tucks his nose against tristan's neck, settling into the fingers dragging through his hair. ]

Yeah? I always knew you were the smartest of all of us, Triscuit. Thank you for choosing me.

[ which, is said as a joke in this bit of nonsense they're playing at, but max's more sincere sentiments always tend to come out mixed with nonsense. less likely he'll have to own up to it, that way, but still feels fulfilled in having said it. max had been lost, in BCR, and he hadn't realized just how much he needed these people, until his last year, when he'd nearly been completely lost. even these days, he's still astounded, sometimes, by how deeply he needs tristan, and his mom, and the family that they pulled him into. and all the sweetness and care and love tristan's giving him through the years. he couldn't give him enough thank you's for it if he tried.

when tris starts to squirm, max straightens up some, pulling the both of them up to sit rather than lay, so as not to drown his dear raptor friend. ]

Naaaah, I'd feel too much like a furry. [ Max gets out after a series of sputtered laughs, both for imagining him riding marco like that, and for the fucking pterodactyl porn video. sweet fucking lord. ] You say that like I didn't find it on my own years ago.

[ Tristan lets out a series of short, staccato laughs as Max starts to laugh as well, pushing back against him and tipping his head back against his shoulder. The water sloshes back and forth as they shift, and Tris makes it his purpose to create large waves between the motions of the two of them, causing water to splash just a little bit outside of the tub. ]

Dinosaurs aren't furry, you're totally fine.

[ He turns his head and deposits a series of soft little kisses just along the underside of his jaw. A mumble now against his skin: ]

I'll always choose you. I'd be stupid not to.

[ Another kiss. It's not a lie. ]

I'd choose you over and over and over again.

[ Reaching up with both hands to cup his face, he lays the epitome of what "a big wet one" should be. ]

Every time.

[ water goes sloshing around, and if max were someone more like dani maybe he might have cared they were making a mess. but he's not, and instead he's just snorting a laugh. ]

Well, they've got scales and feathers, so are they... birdy? Snakey? I already fucked you in the Godzilla onesie, so I guess it doesn't really matter anymore.

[ already crossed that line. and he's smiling at the sweet kisses and easy affection tristan's soaking him in, delighted by it all. let it not be said max kielser can't be subdued entirely with smooches. ]

Every time, I'm holding you to that.

[ Max mutters, turning his face to find tristan's lips and return the messy, wet kiss shamelessly, arms wrapping tighter around his middle, eventually muttering against his lips. ]

So if Marco grabs the last Snickers bar and I want it, I'm expecting you to back me up.

Christ, how could I forget about the Godzilla onesie... that was. An experience.

[ He draws his finger down to gently scrape down the stubble of Max's cheek, the soft rasp of it echoing privately between the two of them. He hums slowly into the kiss, melting into the tight embrace and smiling. It's moments when he's being laved over with affections that remind him of why he'd choose any of them over anyone else. ]

If there's one Snickers bar, it's gonna be mine. End of the fight. Don't bring food into this.

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