Max felt relaxed, more than he’d felt in the last twenty four hours, and he was in general a pretty relaxed person.When Max was fucking Darius, he understood. He put the milk away in the refrigerator, making a brief light, a brief noise. Gay sex And… hope you have an excellent wedding. Max heated up the metal part of his device and the left over residue became white smoke rising, He put it to his nose, pressing down the other nostril, and inhaled, then opened his mouth when it was too much, exhaling what was left. He could still taste Michael in his mouth. “Which is a fair and equal distribution of wealth.”“Well, yes,” agreed Darius, who was long used to Max’s statements, “but what about Kayla?”“Kayla?”“Yes,” Darius said. Body pulsing, head swimming a little, he narrowed his eyes until they found the large bottle of poppers at the foot of the bed, and he reached for them.
