think i'm finally getting somewhere with edits, so uhhh. another maxoscar snip:
Oscar is the one who leans in, and kisses Max. Factual at first. Placid. His touch is curious, his mouth half open. Exactly what it felt like at boarding school when Oscar kissed girls. Except the person he’s kissing is 1. not a girl, 2. not placid at all. In fact, Max returns the kiss with insistence. With an eagerness Oscar hadn’t expected. Max lets Oscar stay where he is, but places one hand firmly on Oscar’s neck, and the other on his waist. Oscar grunts at surprise with the force of it, the open attraction. Of course Max kisses exactly like he races. With focus, with full claim over everything in its path. Never by halves. Good thing Oscar can match him, then. Because when Max tugs Oscar closer, leans his face to the side and nips at Oscar’s lower lip, a hunger that Oscar hadn’t known he had lights up in him too. His synapses seem to say: well, he’s into it. The three time world champion’s interested in you, so you might as well show him how you drive, too.
