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[burnination]

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[saints]

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?

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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.

[saints]

[ 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.

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[ 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.

[saints]

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.