MaxNeil Oneshots

Afterglow

Lil fluff cause it's been a while (also references to sex but that's about it)

No P.O.V.

Max laid on the white bed of his hotel room. His breath was shallow as he stared at the white ceiling. It was mostly dark in the room as he lay there, sprawled a bit, alone in the chilly room. It was a quite comfortable temperature for now. The semi-see through drapes revealed the sun just beginning to rise as he stared, taking in the soreness of his body. The Indian's lips were swollen, his chest bloated, his hips inflamed. Bites and hickeys littered his shoulders, trailed his chest, and dotted his hips with bruises. He loved it, sitting there in the cool air, soaking in tenderness of the many marks. Neil had him all to himself for the last four days, as it was their time after getting married. He got all the attention he wanted. And he loved it. Max willed his hands to trace over the blemishes deep in his skin, but they remained heavy on the messy sheets with his body's exhaustion. Max, however, felt awake. He didn't bother trying to move, not sure he even could in his mostly awake state. There was no noise, beside the air conditioner running, the culprit to the room being so cold. Dried blood and semen stains discolored the white sheets, he could feel the dried blood flaking from his hips, tempted to pick at it.

Max's mind momentarily wanders to where his partner was every so often as he stayed there, a deep slow pant leaving his puffy lips. He wondered how purple his skin had turned at his point, the tingle of soreness swirling through every crevice. And again. He loved it. The pitter of water reached his ears, signaling his partner must be taking a shower after their shared long night. There must be scratches on the wall behind the headboard by now, maybe he would look later. Max's throat felt dry but he didn't bother moving still, he would rather enjoy the calming time he had now, appreciating the marks that proved he was loved and worshipped. 'Lovely.' 'Beautiful.' 'My little treat.' Neil's words echoed through his head, bringing a light, tired smile to his face. God Max loved him so much. He was able to get a few bites and hickeys on his chest, and clawed the literal hell out of his lover's back, and he smiled at the thought of Neil showing others that he was his. The water came to a stop before it could lull the young adult to sleep, and his eyes fell shut as he calmly waited for his partner, steady, heavy breaths still raising and leaving his small chest. The door creaked open, allowing a small stream of light to enter the room.

"Love?" Neil inquired while stepping through the door. Max slowly sat up, thrilled with the dull pain sensation of his muscles bubbling through his body. He smiled weakly at the shadow in the doorway before him, as it reached its dark his hand to cup his cheek gently. "Bhanvara," he had mumbled in a greeting causing Neil to smile warmly. 'Bumblebee,' a nickname Max had given him years prior. "Good morning love." The figure said in a soft voice, "Are you hungry?" Max's eyes fell shut as he melted into the touch, "No," his gruff but smooth voice answered. Neil leaned down to kiss him, Max felt like his lips couldn't kiss any more, but he didn't care and eagerly reciprocated the action. The man smiled down at his husband who leaned so willingly into his touch, "You look tired. Get some sleep lovely." Max's head heavily nodded as Neil laid him back down again, accompanying his lover as he rested on his chest. Neil smiled down at the petite body resting on his abdomen, Max starting to become tired with the smell of his partner flowing through his senses. Neil trailed his fingers lightly over the indents of his hips, squeezing an unmarked area of his thigh, earning a tired and content sigh from his lover.

Now, when they had first started this relationship, Neil was very hesitant to hurt max in any way during sex. He didn't understand why anyone would want that kind of thing and it scared him. The many blisters he had left on Max's shoulders would have once made him guilty and uncomfortable, but the light smile on Max's lips was all the condolence he needed to assure; Max was happy. He loved being marked like this. Neil could feel the satisfaction leaking off of max every time he traced over a deeper mark, trailing his fingers over the indent of teeth and the drying blood fluttering off. He couldn't help the joy filling his chest at his partner's happiness with him, feeling loved and enjoying the time they had alone. He picked up the small band of metal he had gifted his smaller partner off the nightstand and slid it on his finger. Their fingers interlocked perfectly as they both smiled. They had each taken their rings off so that they wouldn't lose them, but Neil loved seeing it on his hand. Max had told him what he wanted for their honeymoon; cut off, constant ruff sex, pain. He had wanted his older partner to have all the control, do whatever he wanted with him. Neil had been hesitant, but had no ideas himself and wanted to make him happy.

He learned pretty quick that constantly asking if he was sure was not the way to make him happy. Don't get Neil wrong, being able to do all that he pleased to Max was the best fantasy he could ever dream of, but times like these were the ones that truly mattered to the brunette. The two slept like that comfortably in the brisk temperature of the room, the only noise surrounding the two was a the low hum of the a/c, confirming that would not change any time soon. Both laid there, flowing with pleasure and fulfillment. They really did love each other. They didn't wonder about what people would think when they saw the many hickeys covering his body. They didn't think about how their parents would react or how their friends would tease like they were back in high school. Small quiet breaths slid peacefully through the air. Neil would probably give him a bath once they awoke. Take him to a nice restaurant for breakfast no matter the time, and bring him to see the sights of the city. He wanted to spoil his partner all he could, and this would give them both an excuse to rest their minds and bodies; even if Max saw it as unnecessary. Their heartbeats calm and in sync, the two slept, calm and blissful, with each other, never letting the other go. Till death do they part.

Aw they're so cute 🤗🥰🥺