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“David…” Max drawls, cuddling up closer to David’s side. He squishes his face up against David’s chest, breathing in the smell of evergreen trees and sweat. He slips a hand underneath David’s shirt, rubbing his stomach.
“Yes, Max?”
“We should get married.”
“Wh–What?”
“I mean, it’s legal here as long as my shitty parents sign off on it and you know they won’t fuckin’ care as long as you give them a good dowry.”
“Max, do you know how that would look to any prospective employers?”
“It’s not like you’re leaving your job at this shitty camp anytime soon. And people get away with this fuckin’ shit all the time!” David looks at him tiredly.
“I don't know Max, it just seems like a lot of complicated risk for no reason.”
“No reason?!” Max pulls away.
“No, I just–Max, we don't need to be married legally.” Max frowns and turns away. David scoots up behind him, wrapping his arms around him, curling around his body, pressing his face into his hair, and caging him in. ”I love you, sweetheart. I want to be married to you, honey, I really do.” He presses a kiss to Max’s head. “But I think it would be better if we waited.”
“You said that about us fucking too. And it was all bullshit.” Max turns back over and looks David in the eye.
“It wasn’t–I don’t–honestly, we shouldn’t’ve started–coitus until you were old enough–I’m afraid it’s going to have–has already had negative—”
“Oh my fucking god, shut the fuck up,” Max says, wrapping his arms around David’s neck and pulling him into a kiss. He quickly scrambles on top of David, pulling his vest and shirt off, breaking away only to admire his chest. “Yknow, David… I think you’re not suited for this.”
“What?” David says, breathless.
“I think, when I get a shitty job,” Max starts, unzipping David’s pants, “that you shouldn’t work.” He pulls the shorts off of him before David realizes exactly what that means.
“I need—”
“No the fuck you don’t!” Max snaps, slapping David’s bare thigh. He yelps.
“Max—”
“Shut up! When we get fuckin’ married,” he says, pulling David’s pinetree boxers off of him, “you’re going to stay home and cook for me.”
“Max,” David says, concerned. The ten year old just pulls him to his knees. “I can’t just–stay home and be a–a housewife for you!” Max just glares and starts shedding his clothes.
“Why not?”
“I have to–I wouldn’t be–I can’t–Max, it’s just not practical.”
“Fuck off. Don’t give me that shit, David. Why not?” After a pause he mumbles, “Here, fuckin’…” and squirts a glob of lube into David’s hand, laying back.
“I—Max.”
“Sounds like a load of horseshit,” he says casually, like David’s fingers aren’t up his ass right now.
“Max! Please.”
“If you weren’t a fuckin’ guy, I’d ask you to be barefoot and pregnant for me—”
“OH MY GOSH! Just where are you getting this stuff??” David exclaims, blushing.
“The internet.”
“Of course… Flip over for me?”
“No. You should clear your search history by the way.” David just sighs and smiles.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Yeah, yeah, you can be fuckin’ sappy once you get your dick in me.”
“Okay, Max,” he says, then kisses him, pressing into him seamlessly. Max gasps into his mouth, tangling his hands in David’s red hair. He pulls and David moans against him, parting to stare into his eyes lovingly.
“I didn’t–haah–mean that seriously. Fuckin’ stop.”
“I can’t help it! You’re too pretty, Max.”
“Shut up. Fuck—”
“You are! Really,” David says, accentuating his statement with a thrust of his hips that has Max whimpering. “And you deserve to know it, sweetheart.” Max smirks.
“You can prove it to me by becoming a tradwife—”
“Nope!” David says quickly, slicking up his hand with spit and wrapping it around Max’s little erection. Max spasms, then moans loudly as David jerks him off in time with his thrusts, getting sloppier and sloppier as he gets more and more desperate.
Finally, he tips over the edge, falling and falling and falling in the most exhilarating way, stomach blooming in warmth that creeps into his lungs, filling his veins with color, making his muscles tense up.
He comes back to himself, collapsed on top of Max’s small, struggling body.
“Get the fuck off me, retard!” He does as commanded by his (bratty) little prince, having the mind to slip out of him as he does so. Then, he pauses.
“Max…”
“What?” David swipes a pair of fingers through the fluid on Max’s stomach, bringing it to his tongue.
“You came.”
“That’s what that was?!” David laughs.
“You came!”
“I know that! Shut up!”
“Oh my gosh, Max, you came!”
“I heard you the first time, you dense motherfucker.”
“Max, you’re growing up!”
“Does this mean you’re gonna be my housewife sooner?”
“I’m not going to be your housewife.”
“Yet.”
“Max! I’m not!”
“That’s what they all say.”
“Who–who is the ‘all’??”
“I dunno. Fuckin’ you I guess.”
“That’s not–oh whatever. C’mere, buddy.”
“No! No cuddles!” Max yells, trying to squirm from under David.
“Yes cuddles!” David says, and then promptly gets his way by squishing Max’s tiny body beneath his own freakishly-lanky one.
“I hate you.”
“I love you too, Max.”