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     Maxwell sighed softly, but didn’t argue with the sleepy scientist at the moment, moving to lie down next to him just to watch the smaller man for a short while. He’d noticed them right away, the bright purple spots on Wilson’s neck, and grinned, recalling the events of last night once again.

     The magician moved a bit, hand on Wilson’s shoulder to push him on his back as he loomed over him. “Wake up,” Maxwell chuckled, watching his scientist for a moment before he motioned down to him, attacking his neck with kisses and bites to shake the sleepiness out of him. It seemed right now that he was close to the other again, not as nearly awkward as he had thought.

     “You need a bath, you’re sweaty,” he noted, without surprise or concern in his voice, “And we better eat and go there before we somehow made it worse.” He bit on Wilson’s collar bone, marring skin there right next to an older mark, hands busy tugging the covers off the other.

Wilson was curled up loosely on the fur rolls, hands near his head and knees tucked in just slightly. He was laying on his side perfectly still, despite all of the moving around Maxwell was doing now. He was very peaceful like this, but could anyone really blame him? He hadn’t slept in so long, and he was so tired after the fun he and Maxwell had the night earlier… It was only natural for him to sleep so deeply and heavily. He could have (and very well would have) slept for the entire day if Maxwell hadn’t woken him up, causing him to stir slightly and pull the blanket tighter around himself, before one of his eyes creaked open halfway. “Hm…?” He had been having a rather pleasant dream actually, and didn’t want to wake up. He was so warm, so comfortable…. He drifted back into unconsciousness, only to float back to the surface a minute later. His frowzy gaze fell upon Maxwell for a moment and he yawned, before pulling the makeshift pillow closer under his head, effectively making him more comfortable. “Come back to bed, Maxwell….~” He murmured softly, letting his eye close again.

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     When Maxwell woke up it was...awkward, remembering what they’d done back then. It wasn’t bad, just...somehow off, he guessed. Wilson hardly knew anything about what had happened between them and he was now sure to prod the magician and ask about things he didn’t want to explain, he was sure of it.

     Maxwell stretched, blinking as he stared up at the ‘ceiling’, deep in thought. He turned to find the other’s body next to his own, watching Wilson for a moment as he contemplated what they had to do today. With the warmer weather the two of them could finally bathe before anything else. Maxwell did feel gross after last night, Wilson too, he supposed. The magician sat up on the roll, gathering his discarded clothing and fixing everything in place before he crawled out of the tent to drink some water and hopefully get something to eat before his lover woke up.

     Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to talk about this once again, Maybe Higgsbury wouldn’t ask at all, there was a chance he’d just somehow get it, after all. He wasn’t stupid, or so Maxwell thought, throwing a few things in the crock pot.

     Perhaps it was a good idea to wake the other up for breakfast, Maxwell thought. He shuffled back into the tent, shaking Wilson’s shoulder gently, “Higgsbury-”

Wilson nodded, and moved aside to let Maxwell leave. He really didn’t feel like moving at all, he just wanted to lay down and cuddle, but nonetheless he forced himself to move and fix the soft furs they slept on, and then fixing their blanket, too. He laid down then to await the magician’s return, mind blissfully empty as he relaxed and almost fell asleep right there before Maxwell could even return. Yawning, however, he managed to stay conscious as the other returned, and pulled him close. He smiled softly at the movement, and sniffled right up to the elder’s chest, making himself comfortable. “Mhm…I marked it on the map but we can worry about that tomorrow.” The scientist murmured softly, before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep peacefully. He would sleep perfectly well through the night, with no issues and not even a sign of a single nightmare to be found. He was almost…blissful in his slumber, actually.

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     “You’re not alone, pal. Give me a minute and we’ll call it a day,” Maxwell sighed, moving lazily to crawl out of the tent. When he came back, his clothes were fixed again, and the man looked...strangely relaxed. More so than usually. He motioned down to lay where he had before, making sure there was nothing...dirty there beforehand. He sighed softly as he pulled the scientist close.

     “Tomorrow we’ll have to go...” he yawned, “...find that other camp. better do that as soon as possible, can’t predict the frogs.” His eyes closed. Maxwell sounded awfully tired, maybe even more so than Wilson, and he’d soon started dozing off no matter how hard he tried to stay awake and be there for the younger.

Wilson kissed back gently, before sitting back on his knees to think for a few moments. “On second thought…maybe I just won’t do anything more tonight. I’d much rather cuddle and besides, I’m strangely very sleepy…” He hummed, with a soft chuckle. He didn’t catch the part about next time, but even if he had he wouldn’t have really had any complaints. Head tilted back, he covered his eyes and yawned softly, before nodding. “Of course, the water and everything you need is in the second chest.” Smiling, the scientist reached down to place his ungloved hand on Maxwell’s. “Hurry back though, okay? I think what we did really tired me out so I want to cuddle…if you want to, that is.”

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Maxwell hummed. His thoughts were slowly but finally coming back together. He nodded, “Sure, just around my neck, though.” He motioned to sit up, giving Wilson a small kiss on the lips before he continued, voice low, “The rest of the things are better done before...what we just did. So next time, alright?” There was going to be a next time, he could assume that much.

     “But I would like to get clean before you touch me again. It’s...going to get dry and gross. It’s already gross, to be honest.” the magician made a face to make a statement, “And I don’t want you to accidentally touch it, or something, so please.”

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     The first release in what seemed like a century easily got to Maxwell’s head. He closed his eyes again, getting comfortable below the scientist and not seeming to mind the cum stains on his person at all. Of course he wasn’t going to fall asleep like that, but..

     “Huh?” one eye cracked open again and he observed Wilson in front of him, options appearing and mixing in his mind, “I appreciate your scientific curiosity, but I would like to know what you’re planning beforehand.” 

     God, he couldn’t believe they did this. Maxwell could only imagine how the shadow would pester him now. What an annoyance... Of course he didn’t regret anything, after all Wilson seemed very much on board with the development himself.

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     The passion of the kiss took the magician by surprise, making him moan in it as he chased the sensation even after the broke apart. He was a mess, hardly controlled with all his blood gone from his head down his body where Wilson’s hands were working oh-so-thoroughly.

     He haven’t found it in himself to reply right now with just how close he was, but the whisper of those words was what threw the ex-king over the edge, making him arch his back and fist the fur under him as white painted his stomach.

     It was hard to tell if it was a growl or a groan, or perhaps a mix of both that Maxwell freed during those few moments of bliss. His body went lax again as the shocks of orgasm weakened and he took a deep breath, going absolutely still, eyes closed.

     When Maxwell finally opened one eye, he focused on Wilson’s a small smile playing on his lips, “I love you too.” He sighed, looking down at himself, “Sorry for the mess.”

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     “F-faster..” Maxwell mumbled into Wilson’s neck, breath going short and uneven as his lover steadily brought him to the edge. His hips bucked into the scientist’s hand lightly, pleased sounds escaping his lips every now and then. He pulled away, panting, and pressed his lips against Wilson’s, not able to get enough of him. 

     “You’re going to make me come like that..” he breathed, pulling away. The sound of his panting seemingly got louder, seeming like he had trouble getting a deep breath, eyes falling closed as the magician pulled back to rest on the fur. The movement of his hips, too, was erratic at the point, trying to move into every stroke but not quite succeeding. Maxwell’s mind went completely blank, pushing him forward to his quickly approaching orgasm.

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     Maxwell’s body gave a sudden jolt and he couldn’t stop a groan, body going lax as Wilson’s other hand found one of the most sensitive spots. He nodded a little too eagerly, mouth falling open as the sensations didn’t stop.

     “This is good-” he breathed, hips bucking lightly in Wilson’s hand, “Keep doing that.” He wasn’t quite close yet, but if the scientist continued that way he’d be over the edge very soon.

     The magician moved to sit, face burying in Wilson’s neck as he planted little appreciative kisses there, not being able to hold himself from a bite, another restrained moan falling off his lips.

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     Maxwell sat down on the fur, pulling Wilson close between his legs to run a hand through his hair as he pulled him in a deep kiss. His hand found the scientist’s, pushing it to his neglected cock as if telling him to get back to work. The magician leaned back a bit to rest on his elbow, not letting go of the other, the kiss all teeth and tongue.

     When Maxwell finally pulled back there was a wide smirk on his face. “It seems like you’re in place,” he murmured, watching the scientist above him, “if you’re comfortable.” Seeing his companion like this was weirdly arousing. Normally Maxwell would prefer to be the one on top.

     “Now pal, nothing is off limits,” his eyes fell half-closed, “Feel free to explore.”

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          Maxwell looked like he considered it for a moment, before nodding and reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He took his time unbuttoning it, opening his pale torso to view when he finally leaned back again. In reality, Maxwell didn’t look much better than Wilson. His ribs stuck out just like Wilson’s, and while there was some muscle under the white skin, it still was dry and not quite prominent, seeing as he too wasn’t getting enough nutrition. The magician hardly looked self-conscious, though.

     Cold air his his skin and Maxwell shivered lightly, torn between the pleasure and chill. He gasped softly, “Maybe we should go back to the tent..?” it was warmer in there, always was, and Wilson would get a lot more space for his..er...experimentation, if he wanted to call it that.

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     Maxwell gasped softly, nodding at his lover’s statement. There was nowhere to rush. That was...kind of attractive, even. Maxwell’s breathing was growing more and more labored, face heating up under the other’s curious gaze. He felt like he was being an experimentation subject of sorts, and knowing Wilson that could as well be true.

     The magician’s body gave an involuntary shudder as he felt the touch on his thigh, grabbing harder at the wood he was sitting on. He was especially sensitive right now, body alight with sensations. A tiny moan slipped past the ex-king’s lips as he tried to speak.

     “There’s nothing... much. You can touch in other places...if you want,” he smiled lightly, “Experiment.”

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    The sight of the scientist on his knees between his legs sent a shiver down Maxwell’s spine, and another one when Wilson encircled his fingers around his cock, giving him a careful pump. The magician closed his eyes slowly, adoring the shy touch, even if Wilson was going a little bit slow.

     “Take it tighter-” Maxwell breathed, “But don’t rush..We’ve got a plenty of time.” Just...let him explore. That sounded about right. The taller’s expression changed from tensed to relaxed, mouth falling open lightly to breath as each stroke sent pleasure coursing through his body. It’s been way too long.

     Maxwell’s hand came to grab gently at Wilson’s, the one that was stroking him, to give him a better grip and a better rhythm, “L-like that.”

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     The primary instinct was to cover himself upon being touched, which Maxwell did, both hands shooting down to hide the sheer indecency of his situation, legs closing almost. He spun around to see Wilson who was looking down at him, face red, and listened to the scientist stutter. The magician sighed, looking away. It would be stupid to decline such an offer, no matter how inexperienced Wilson was.

     Slowly, the ex-king nodded, letting his legs part again, hands moving to prop himself back on the log a little. He wasn’t used to feeling so exposed in front of the other, but that didn’t make his dick any less hard, and in turn Maxwell’s face turned a little bit warmer. 

     “Just make yourself comfortable,” the man husked, locking his eyes with Wilson’s for a moment as he reached again to stroke himself idly, smearing precum on his fingers, “You better use something like saliva for lubrication though, that wouldn’t do me any worse..”

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