𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝?

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𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬

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"F... fuck— [Name]!" Max gasped out, breathing heavily as his fingers curled tightly around the white bedsheets. He swear the fabric would rip if he put more strain into his grip, but Max couldn't even care about that. No, he was more focused on [Name]'s looming figure who was smiling down at him, amused at how his body seemed to spasm after coming in between their bodies.

"Alright there, Powers?" [Name] asked, one of his hands that was holding Max's hips in place trailed up the younger man's body. [Name] enjoyed seeing Max shiver at his touch.

"Where's that powerful stamina I kept hearing about? Surely I'm not tiring the Max Power already?" [Name] teased, chuckling at the annoyed glare he received.

"Oh... h-hah— s-shut it!" Max hissed as he panted, still reeling in from his orgasm.

"Well, hope you can still go on, Powers," [Name] said as he rolled his eyes at Max's words. Having his hand back on the younger man's hips again, he grinned. This made Max look at him with a mixture of shock and slight fear, already knowing what [Name] was about to say. "I'm still not done with you yet, Max..."

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