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The communal fire pit burns comfortably, providing ample warmth to those that abide it.Willow tends to it gleefully while others convene tiredly. A rare moment of rest from the Constant’s consistently hellish days leads to most of the camp letting exhaustion finally take them.
Some like Woodie and Winona take to finishing up their once left to the side projects,with Woodie in the process of carving his trio of idols,and Winona taking a crack at the W.O.B.O.T. Others like the elders talk amongst each other about peaceful things.
Wilson himself was keeping his hands busy by sewing his Tam o’ Shanter back to an almost new state,and his mouth busy by humming a little tune he fancied. Maxwell,who's sat beside him,quietly joins in the soft hums while ‘reading’ his codex.
‘Daisy..Daisy..give me your answer do..’ “Quite the romantic as always.” Wilson playfully jests,his voice just above a whisper and drawn out.He hears Maxwell give a quick scoff of a laugh.As he closes his book,Maxwell takes his free hand and steals one of Wilson’s,letting the sewing come to a pause.
As Wilson puts away his gear in his backpack left on the ground,he can feel Max's hand fidgeting with the ring kept on Wilson's finger.
Wilson then holds his other hand on top of their conjoined ones,rubbing them both,before looking up at Max,who's gaze is planted downward.Eyes stuck looking at their palms.
“Yeah..I guess I am.” Maxwell finally replies,his exhaustion never dampening the warmth in his words.This makes Wilson lightly chuckle before resting his head on Max's shoulder,his eyes feeling heavy.
The two stay like this for a while.Wilson on the edge of sleep,and Maxwell left content whilst gazing into the comforting glow of the scene in front of him. It feels..unreal sometimes.
Maxwell glances over at his tired husband.
A look of pure comfort rests upon Wilson's face,a face that Maxwell once saw left sullen and dour for so long..he's grateful for Wilson's seemingly endless forgiveness.
Maxwell unconsciously squeezes their hands a little bit tighter.Wilson,even while partly asleep,returns the gesture gently. Maxwell can never give without receiving, it seems. There's warmth in places where even the fireplace can't reach.Wilson then wakes himself with a yawn,slightly nuzzling Maxwell's shoulder, before slowly rising from the wooden bench, never letting go of Max's hand.
Maxwell takes the quiet suggestion,and rises to his feet.The two quietly wave the others off before walking to their respective tent.
As they walk closer to their sleeping quarters,their little duet begins once more.
‘I'm half crazy! All for the love of you!’
Wilson goofily waves their conjoined hands together,before humming turns to singing.
“It won’t be a stylish marriage-yes it was-
For we can't afford a carriage!”
Tired laughter breaks the song up as they finally arrive at their tents entrance.Max letting go to open the buttoned together flaps.
Then as Maxwell leads the two to their bed,Wilson dreamily finishes “-but you'll look sweet..upon the seat..of a-beefalo tamed for twoooo..” with the sound of a thump,Wilson's face meets the fur-stuffed mattress,finally muffling his rambles.Maxwell gives a light chuckle before sitting beside Wilson,and rubbing his back.
Wilson lets himself lean into Maxwell touch before groaning,and attempting to sit back up to,at the very least,remove his shoes from his sore feet.
The two begin shuffling around,and begin undressing for the night.Shoes feeling like dumbbells,shirts that feel like pounding waves,and heads full of lead.Now in their undergarments,Wilson in his union suit,Max in a tank top and boxers,the old kings lay their heads down to sleep.Both making sure they face the other.
It's not long before quiet snoring fills the tent.
The two are cozy in a warm nest of blankets.
Unlike their usual,it's Maxwell that falls asleep first. Wilson takes the chance to see the rare view of this man in such peaceful bliss.
Exhaustion was quickly taking him,but he couldn't resist drinking up such moments.
With how they lay down on their sides,Wilson can easily access Maxwell’s hand.Which he gently grabs once more,giving it a light squeeze before finally letting sleep take him too.
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Wilson was the last to sleep,and the first to wake up.Looking around their near pitch black tent,save for their dim lantern,obviously morning was still far out.Sounds were reduced to faint sounds of bugs,the ocean hitting land,and Maxwell's snoring mixed with moaning.
Wait..Wilson turns his head back to Carter and sees a sight he's seen plenty,but never tires of.
Maxwell's head leaned into his pillow as his face twisted in pleasure,and a clear tent inside of a tent as it were.This time,however,Maxwell was passed out.The beauty of being a light sleeper is getting to be awake when emergency strikes.Like a hound wave starting at o’ dark thirty..fun times..
But it also helped to be able to see such a pretty sight.Wilson lets himself drink up the sight of Maxwell's hips twitching feverishly into the air,and the sound of his name being whispered from those gorgeous lips,like it was milk and honey.He clenches his own legs together at the sight,letting the seam of his garments rub against his clit.
It's no fun if only one of them is awake,so Wilson gently yet hastily nudges Maxwell ,making him stir.With a groan,Maxwell rubs his face slowly,and turns to Wilson,who's currently adoring his messy hair look.
A yawn leaves Max's lips “What is it,Love?” Oh that deepened,groggily voice made Wilson swim. A quiet laugh escapes him before he answers “What were you dreaming of,Max?”
His playful tone makes it clear to Max he knew,and makes him slightly redden.
“Wouldn't you like to know..” he tiredly retorts
“I certainly would,Maxy.~” Wilson brings a hand to Maxwell's stomach,and rubs in circles.Maxwell lets a deep groan rumble his throat,his erection twitches at how close the hand is.
“You little minx.” Wilson chuckles at Max's nickname for him as Max makes a point to make sure Wilson looks into his eyes “If you must know.It was the idea of fucking those plump thighs of yours.~” “Oh? Is that so?~”
Wilson removes his hand to begin unbuttoning his union suit.
Maxwell scoff-laughs again “Wilson,love,I'm far too tired for actual intercourse right now..”
He hates the words escaping his mouth,and even more so his actual exhaustion. This,however,doesn't stop Wilson from undressing.As he sits up to remove his garments,his back to Maxwell,Wilson retorts in a hushed excitement.
“As am I,but there's nothing stopping us from using our hands. I scratch your back,and you mine!” Maxwell's gaze swims in Wilson's exposed skin as Wilson turns slightly to make eye contact.Every chemical burn that lay upon his arms with even a few sprinkled on his thighs,every healed scar,each telling their own story,and even the faint presence of freckles that wait for a sunny day to show themselves proper.
Maxwell slowly reaches for Wilson's hand,and guides him to lay back down.A look of admiration is stuck to his face as he plants a kiss on Wilson's hand,which makes Wilson laugh.
The two lay on their sides,staring at the other with looks of warm content.
Maxwell heaves a content sigh “Why not?”
A kiss is what answers Carter.
”There's my Maxy.~” the two share in their laughter before quieting the other in another,deeper kiss. Tastes of cherry cigars and forget-me-lot tea swarm their tongues.
Wilson cradles Maxwell's face as Max snakes his arm around Wilson's hips.Basking in the other's warmth like a thermal stone.Wilson slowly moves a hand down Maxwell’s body,lightly squeezing and rubbing every inch of skin,before sneaking under Maxwell’s striped boxers. A quick jerk of his body makes Maxwell release himself from the kiss as his buttocks is kneaded by a calloused hand.
He lets a deep groan as he hides his face in Wilson's shoulder,using this to also lay wet stripes upon his neck.Wilsons breathing heavies as he removes his hand to start pulling Maxwell's boxers down,his cock twitches at the lack of a barrier.
Maxwell pauses to sit up,trying to remove his shirt before both it and his underwear hit the floor with a thump.He immediately resumes laying on his affection by kissing on Wilson's scarred chest.He takes his darkened hands up with him and does exactly what Wilson did to him,and kneads on Higgsbury's chest.
He feels Wilson's hand come up to cradle the back of his head as he continues before putting a hand under Carter's chin,forcing eye contact. “Don't be greedy now.Get up here so I can touch you.” Maxwell quickly obeys and returns to his pillow. Wilson immediately takes to Max's cock,stroking it from its shaft to its tip.Wilson is then pulled back into Max's arms as Max's deep groans fill his ears.
Precum leaks from his tip,lubricating his cock,making Wilson's stroking smoother.
His fingers caressing Max's tip sent shivers down his frail spine,and his work worn hands feel surprisingly soft.
“You like that,Maxy? I know you do. There's a good man.~” Max fights the urge to not ravage Wilson's neck with love bites.
Max's hand twitches from the stagnation.
“T-Turn around..I want to fuck you proper..”
His deep pleads rumble in Wilson's ear.
Max feels Wilson's laughter more than he hears it.He also feels Wilson kiss upon his cheek before letting go of him to turn.
Wilson adjusts,getting comfortable.His head propped upon an arm,legs separated invitingly,and back to a very hungry Maxwell.
Who then holds him close,Maxwell's cock so close to his pussy.Max moves Wilson's legs,trapping his cock between Wilson's plush thighs,which Wilson uses to tease him by swaying them.With Max's head planted on his shoulder,Wilson uses his other hand to caress Maxwell's cheek.
“Your move,Carter-!” As Wilson attempts to taunt,Maxwell starts rubbing his cunt,sending light shocks through his body.Maxwell carefully moves between Wilson's folds and his clit.Wilsons moaning stirs within him.Wilsons hips unconsciously moves,stimulating the cock trapped between them.Maxwell then holds Wilson tight,ceasing his spasms,to thrust his cock between Wilson's soft plush.
He never ceases rubbing his husband's cunt,drinking up the delicious sounds that escape Wilson's mouth.
“Maxy..Maxy..oh Maxy-!” A nip on his neck spooks Wilson before a muffled moan hits his mouth. Maxwell's thrusts grow in speed,and precum begins to dirty Wilson's thighs.
Deep,feral groans vibrate through Wilson's skull. He moves the hand holding Maxwell's face to stroke his tip as it passes through.
Maxwell's hands move to cup Wilson's scarred breasts,and links where he nipped.
Max's cock is moved to grind against Wilson's pussy as he grows closer and closer to his edge.Wilson ceases rubbing Max's tip to rub his clit.
He knows Max just needs one last push.
“Cum for me,Maxy. Cum on me!”
With a few deepened thrusts,Maxwell does just that,cum covering Wilson's plump thighs.Wilsons body curls into itself as shocks flow through his skin,Maxwell never lets go,kissing his neck.
“Good..-yawn-Good boy..”
Exhaustion once forgotten now catches up with the two,as they both go without cleaning up,leaving it for morning.The two fall back asleep in each other's embrace,their snores filling the space their moans once occupied.