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36. filthy 2k max/daniel continuation of this deranged part. daniel gets a pussy. he goes to max. featuring: pussy fucking, creampie eating. bon appétit!
“I’m not gonna get fucking pregnant, Max. What the fuck?” Flames are licking Daniel’s cheeks; he doesn’t think he’s blushed this much since middle school.
“It’s what it means, Daniel.”
“What, you’re, like, horoscoping my—” Daniel can’t say it. It’s not even his. He doesn’t fucking own this. His face burns.
“No, obviously because it is stretchy—you see?” Max pulls his fingers apart again; the slickness stretches thin and glittering like a spiderweb. “Do you not know this. Australia does not have so good sex education, I think.”
He doesn’t know what the fuck Max is talking about. But it doesn’t matter anyway, because—“I’m not gonna get pregnant cause this is a temporary situation and my dick is coming back tomorrow.”
“It's not responsible.”
Daniel blurts, “You let me—before.”
Max’s mouth drops open, a pink o.
Daniel wants to fish the words out of the air and throw them back out to sea where Max will never find them. They’ve never talked about it. It’s been five years. Five years since Max showed up to his apartment with tits and a pussy and said, “Do you ever wonder what sex feels like. For. For the other person."
Daniel doubles down, insane, “You got to feel what it feels like, without, you know." He can't even say the word condom. "It’s only fair, yeah?”
“Fair,” Max says.
Daniel’s face is so hot it itches. “Yeah, fair. Even. Balanced. Tit for tat. Tit for tit, in this case.” Daniel needs to stop fucking talking.
Max wipes his fingers on his own forearm, on the soft skin near his inner elbow. They leave a shiny trail.
Daniel stares.
“I will look it up.” Max pulls out his phone.
Daniel slams his legs shut, a move made easier because his fucking dick is gone, AWOL, file a missing penis report. He goes to throw a pillow over his—whatever—but Max has no fucking pillows on his couch.
“Would it kill you to buy some throw blankets or something, Max?”
Max looks up from his phone, eyebrows knitted. “Throw blankets?”
“Yeah. Or throw pillows. Throw things. They’re comfy. Cozy.”
“I have pillows and blankets in the bedroom. I said it would be better there.”
Yeah, nah. Daniel’s not gonna do this in a bedroom. He laughs, high and weird. “I guess I just assumed you’d have normal, like, creature comforts in your lounge room.”
“We can go to the bedroom.” Max indicates with his thumb. “It's not too late.”
“Nah, it’s whatever.” Daniel tries to stretch the hem of his hoodie over his—situation—while Max thumbs through his phone.
“Okay. It is probably fine. There is of course a risk of STD transmission still.”
“I don’t have any STDs, Max. Jesus, I would disclose that, I’m not a sociopath.”
“You maybe don’t know you have them, since you don’t even know about—” he says something in Dutch.
“Huh?”
“The—I don’t know the word. How when it is looking like egg whites, you can get pregnant. You can of course get pregnant even when it is not looking like this, so—”
“Holy fuck, stop fucking talking.” Daniel’s never gonna eat egg whites again. “I’ve been tested, Max. I haven’t fucked anyone since—I’m not gonna say. It’s been awhile. Probably why the universe decided to take my fucking dick away from me.”
“It has nothing to do with that. Did they for real not teach you about spontaneous sex changes, Daniel? You act like this is such a very embarrassing thing to you. A third of all people everywhere will have this but when it happens to you it is all, ‘Oh no, poor Daniel, you are the first person it has ever happened to! Humiliating!’ Christian had tits the whole time in Miami!”
“Huh? He did? Sorry I’m not, like, male-gazing fucking Christian Horner. Come on. I didn’t give you this sexual health lecture when you wanted me to dick you down, Max.”
Max says, “You maybe should have. I was quite young.” Daniel wants to fucking die. “I had a crush on you. I would have said yes to anything.”
Daniel’s brain short-circuits. “Huh? A crush? But I’m a guy.”
Max blinks. “What.”
“Did you get, like, a pussy-induced crush on me when you lost your dick?”
Max stares. The inside of his arm is still shiny from where he wiped his fingers. “Is this what you have? You have a pussy-induced crush on me because you lost your dick, Daniel?”
Daniel’s fucking—thing—throbs. He pulls the hem of his hoodie lower. “Um.”
“You tell me you want me to fuck you because it is fair, because you did for me. But you know you don’t of course need to fuck anyone, right Daniel? You can just fuck your fingers. Fuck a dildo. I have one; I can give it to you.”
“Why do you have a dildo, Max?” Daniel can feel his heartbeat in his—you know. It feels like getting a fucking boner but there’s nothing to direct all the blood into, so it’s just pooling and throbbing and heavy and hot.
“I like both,” Max says. It sounds like boat.
“Huh? Both?”
“Both. Women and men. And I have a dildo because I like to fuck myself with it.”
Daniel’s entire crotch feels molten. The leather of Max’s uncomfortable couch is hot and slippery under him. He says, “Oh.”
“Would you like it, Daniel? You can use that. Since you are not wanting me to see your tits or suck your nipples or bring you to bed, even. If you just want a dick, I can give you one to take home.”
Daniel swallows. “I. Okay.”
Max purses his lips. “Fine.” He stalks off to his room, comes back with a fucking realistic dick-looking dildo. He wasn’t fucking joking. Max has a dick-looking dildo. Because he wants to get fucked by dicks.
And Daniel doesn’t even have a fucking dick right now.
Max does. His dick is hard in his athletic shorts.
Because of Daniel. And maybe not even because of the whole—situation—happening. Maybe just because of Daniel.
Holy fuck.
Max shakes the dildo in front of Daniel’s face. “Is your magic pussy telling you to look at my dick, Daniel? It is so strange how having different genitals is immediately changing who you are attracted to even though it does not change your brain—”
Daniel snatches the dildo. He doesn’t look. He just spreads his legs, feet wide on the leather of the couch, slides the dildo into this new part of his body that’s hot and wet and aching.
Max cuts off mid-sentence, words disappearing into a punched out sounding whine. It’s his turn to stare.
Daniel says, “Holy shit.”
“Daniel.”
Daniel messes around with the angle until it rubs something good and it’s his turn to let out a sound he’s never heard himself make before.
Max is standing motionless above him, grabbing his own thighs so hard his fingertips indent the flesh. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Daniel.”
Daniel pulls it out, slams it back inside himself where it felt good. The angle of his arm is weird. It feels fucking incredible. “Is this what it felt like when I fucked you, Maxy?”
Max whines again, grabs his shorts and pulls on the fabric, hands in fists. “Yes. No. It was better. It is better with a real one, you know, pussy or ass. I have tried both with both.”
Boat with boat. God. Daniel’s clenching, like his—like it’s trying to suck the dildo into his body. He says, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Max shifts from foot to foot, biting his lip. His cheeks are so red. His boner is tenting his shorts straight out like a fucking cartoon. “Daniel. Please. Daniel. I can. Will you let me. My dick. It will be better for you, I think. I won’t touch you anywhere else. Like we said. Please.”
“God. Fuck. Okay. Yeah, Max.”
Max strips out of his shorts and boxers so fast it’s like he’s trying to set the Guinness World Record for quickest strip.
Daniel slides the dildo out, puts it on the fucking coffee table because what the fuck else is he supposed to do with it. He lies back, head on the arm of the couch since Max doesn’t own a single fucking throw pillow.
“Okay,” Max says. He scrambles onto the couch, holds Daniel’s thigh out to make space for his body. He rubs his fingers over the outlines of Daniel’s tattoos. He’s breathing like he just ran a fucking marathon. He says, “Okay, okay.”
Daniel’s going crazy. “Max, come on. Oh my fucking god, do something.”
“Yeah, Daniel. Daniel. Okay. Just. Okay.” He pushes in.
Daniel can’t look at—that. He looks at Max’s face instead. The way he looks like he just simultaneously won a fucking WDC and whatever the iRacing nerd equivalent is. His face is just. Ecstasy.
“Daniel, oh my god. Daniel.”
It’s warm and deep and Max fucking shouts when he bottoms out, voice broken and raw. Daniel is absolutely certain he’s never, ever made a noise like that while fucking somebody.
“Jesus, Max. The way you sound. Holy fuck.”
“Daniel, Daniel.”
Max is perfectly still above him and he’s shaking all over.
Daniel is fucking insane, restless. His bones are going to vibrate out of his fucking skin if Max doesn’t fucking move right the fuck now. He doesn’t really know how the fuck to operate this new whatever, but he tries to, like, tighten, clench and it works and Max yells again and Max’s dick is pulsing where he’s inside of Daniel and—
“Holy shit, are you coming, Max?”
Max is whining, panting, red lips and red red cheeks.
“Oh my god, oh my god, Max.” Daniel has never felt like this before in his entire fucking life.
“Fuck, Daniel. Fuck. I can—much better than that. I will. I can again. I am actually quite good. It is just because it's you that I—” He bites his lip. “Can I do other things to you. Please.”
There’s a whole fucking Cheesecake Factory binder menu of other things Max could do to him but if Daniel doesn’t have a fucking orgasm in the next few minutes he’s gonna fucking die so he just says, “Yeah, yeah. Fuck. Yes. Anything. Blanket permission.”
Max says, “Oh my god, oh fuck. Daniel, yes. Oh my god,” like this is the best day of his life. Then he climbs down between Daniel’s legs, puts his fucking face there and.
And.
And.
And he fucking licks up Daniel, where he just—where he just fucking came inside of him.
Now it’s Daniel’s turn to make a noise that probably no human has ever made before.
Daniel has never, ever done this to someone. It’s not. Like. It’s not a very straight thing to do.
Max pumps two fingers into him, rubbing that fucking spot, but that’s not all he’s doing. He’s scooping it out of him. His own come. His own fucking come and the slick wetness of Daniel, mixed together—licking it out, swallowing it, moaning so loud like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever done.
Daniel’s gonna die. He’s gonna fucking die. This is like. Not survivable.
Max pulls back to look at him, chin and cheeks and red mouth shiny shiny shiny wet. “It’s good?”
Whatever the fuck Daniel manages to vocalize is not English, but Max takes it as the confirmation it is, dives back in with a groan, sucking somewhere higher and electric this time, pumping his fingers fast fast fast, moaning and moaning like he’s the one about to—
Come.
It hits Daniel like a fucking atom bomb. His whole body writhes like those insane videos of people in churches speaking in tongues. He probably is speaking in tongues. He did not know his vocal chords were capable of making these sounds.
And Max just. Doesn’t fucking stop. Keeps going as enthusiastically, just as loud as Daniel is. Doesn’t stop until Daniel pulls him off, hands in Max’s sweaty hair.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. Max.”
“I can again,” Max says, face fucking soaked. “I can fuck you again. Daniel. I can make it good. Want to touch you everywhere. Please. Please.”
“Oh my god. Yes, okay. Fuck. Yeah, Max.”
Max whines. “Oh my god. Yes. Yes, Daniel.” And he surges forward and kisses Daniel on the mouth, sloppy wet and tasting like them. He pulls back, says, “And I want to do it in the bedroom.”
Daniel’s gonna die. For real. Death is coming for him. He tugs Max back by the back of his neck, chases the taste, kisses him so fucking good. They didn’t do this the first time. Daniel never wants to stop doing it.
Max pulls back. “And I want you to fuck me, Daniel. When you have your dick again. Not when I have a pussy, just when I am me. You can’t fucking get your dick back and stop. We need to do this always. Don’t be a fucking pussy about it, Daniel.”
“Fuck, Max.” Daniel’s cheeks burn. His heart clenches. He’s gonna maybe have a fucking meltdown about this soon but all he can say is, “Yeah, yeah. Fuck. Always, yeah,” and let Max drag him to the bedroom.
