HIGGS, terence. (higgles) wrote in lazarustheic, @ 2017-09-07 13:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: max davies, character: terence higgs |
who ? max davies and terence higgs
when ? thursday evening, 7th september
where ? max’s house
what ? higgs takes max home
warnings ? recreational drug use & sex
rating ? nc17
status ? complete
Once Arran had taken Chloe home, Higgs waited for Max to gather the leftover pizza and then walk with Higgs to somewhere safe to apparate. It didn’t take them very long and in a wave of a wand, Higgs apparated them both into Max’s living room. “Do you want some water?” Higgs asked, already heading for the kitchen to get them both something to drink. Once he’d returned, Max had already located at least one of the cats and Higgs gave a small laugh, settling down on the sofa.
“I’m surprised you took drugs,” Higgs commented honestly. It wasn’t with any judgement, but perhaps some surprise. “Will I need to have words with Chloe about being a bad influence?” He teased. Chloe had seemed perfectly content and it wasn’t like they’d gotten into any trouble, which was more than Higgs could often say about his and Max’s brothers when they got together. Some weed was definitely better than getting arrested for glitterbombing someone’s house.
--
Klutz was, as promised, very fluffy where he snuggled in Max's lap. His chin, which he ran over the backs of Max's fingers, was particularly fluffy, and Max couldn't help chuckling whenever his attention was brought back to the sensation. He glanced up as Higgs settled with him on the sofa, smiling. "I'm glad you're here." he said. He'd come home to an empty house plenty of times before, because Siobhan's schedule had always included some nights, but he was glad he didn't have to tonight. Even if Higgs would probably leave again before Max fell asleep, it was still nice that he was here now.
He wasn't sure how to feel about being surprising. Perhaps he was supposed to be, so he wouldn't be boring with his buttons and his feminist history. On the other hand, he'd never felt Siobhan wanted to be surprised by him. (And the surprises he'd inflicted on her in the last year hadn't really been good ones.) "She just asked if I wanted to try," he said, which was honest. Max knew what peer pressure was, and Chloe certainly hadn't been using it. "I never felt I had the chance before. I could have lost the chance to be a lawyer before I'd even finished my degree, and dad would have been disappointed." Which had seemed a big deal at the time, obviously. It wasn't really the real reason Max had decided to try drugs tonight. "I just felt so -" He looked at Higgs, wishing he could convey all the uncomfortable wrong-ness that he couldn't find a word for.
--
Watching Max pet Klutz was quite cute, because the cat was clearly as fascinated with the attention Max was giving him as Max was with Klutz's fluffiness. Kallie, sensing that there was attention to be had, jumped in Higgs' lap, earning her a scratch behind her ear. Higgs did also shift closer to Max on the sofa, pressing his leg against Max's, the hand that wasn't petting Kallie coming to rest over Max's knee.
The explanation, of how Chloe had asked and Max had agreed didn't really answer Higgs' question, but then when Max followed it up with explaining how he had never tried before and how tonight he'd just felt so. "So what?" Higgs asked gently, giving Max's knee a squeeze. "Did it help?" He asked in addition. "You do seem quite relaxed," Higgs observed. "Kittens and all."
--
Max, as always, leaned into the touch, shifting so his shoulder could brush against Higgs'. He made a noise of frustration, unable to put what he'd been feeling into words. He felt like it should be easier, like it was usually easier, but then Klutz purred and the frustration seemed to shake out of him like it hadn't even been there. "Yes," he said, because Higgs' second question was easier to answer. "It helped. It was like they all went away, except Chloe." And he hadn't needed Chloe to go away, because she'd been happy to talk to him about things he was interested in, without it being a point-scoring competition. Talking about work, and politics, having 'casual' debates over immigration or pensions, it was all about scoring points. Talking to Chloe hadn't ever been like that, not outside their actual debates.
After some time - Max couldn't really say how long it had been because time didn't seem to be behaving the way it usually did - he found some words that felt right. "I used to be better at convincing myself I didn't hate it," he said. He hadn't realised, then or now, how much he had hated it, until he'd been right back in the middle of it.
--
Higgs gave a small hum when Max explained how the weed had helped to blank out all the things he hadn't been enjoying. It had been a really long time since Higgs had smoked the drug, but he did remember the way it made him feel, could see why it might've worked well for Max on this particular occasion. When the silence stretched, Higgs let it, thumb playing against the material of Max's trousers, then when he finally spoke again, Higgs turned his head, giving a nod.
"Things change," Higgs commented rather obviously. "And maybe not pretending that you don't hate things is better?" Because Higgs certainly preferred that, both in himself and in Max. “You get on with Chloe,” Higgs pointed out. “So it can’t be that you hated everything about back then?” Unless Max hadn’t liked Chloe, but that seemed unlikely since Max did now willingly spend time with her.
--
Things had changed, a lot, and in one way Max agreed with Higgs that it was better to not pretend. He'd certainly been a lot happier since he stopped pretending to himself that he was straight. He didn't think that had been the problem at the party, though maybe it had contributed. He could have told them that, and he doubted many of them would have cared, but they'd still have expected him to be a certain way. "I don't hate this," Max said, leaning into Higgs even more. "I just wanted to be here, or at your house, or Roger's, or Chloe's."
It was hard to remember what it had really felt like to be at uni. Max had thought he'd enjoyed it, at the time. "I enjoyed learning," he said. "I enjoyed rowing, and debating." He hadn't hated all of it, and he didn't hate being a lawyer. "I just hate the competition. Everyone always trying to be the best at everything, always looking for a way to put other people down for disagreeing or not knowing something. Chloe's not like that." Not everyone had been like that, Max supposed, but enough people had. And Max had felt like he had to play along, like if he wasn't at least equally good it would matter in some way.
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"Well, I'd certainly hope so," Higgs said with a small laugh when Max told him that he didn't hate this. His smile softened when Max added that he had wanted to be here, or at Higgs' house, places he felt comfortable. "I'm glad," Higgs said, leaning in to press a kiss against Max's jaw.
Higgs thought he kind of got what Max meant, but having never really had those sort of experiences, it wasn't necessarily a straightforward understanding. Hating the competition whilst being surrounded by competitive people, Higgs could relate to slightly better (but perhaps not quite because he had always enjoyed competition). "Perhaps it's also old age," Higgs teased instead. "Wanting to stay home instead of going out."
--
The kiss felt nice, and Max didn't bother trying to stop the pleased sound that escaped him. His free hand rested against the outside of Higgs' thigh as he tipped his head back on the couch cushions. Now, finally, he was starting to understand what Chloe meant by airy, because he didn't feel quite connected to the ground. He was anchored to Higgs, and to Klutz, and sort of to the couch, but it all felt good. Quiet, undemanding, warm.
"I think even at 19," Max said, not quite finishing the thought. "I wish I'd had this," he said instead, which wasn't quite what he'd been going to say, but was also true. "Wish I'd known I didn't have to compete." Because as much as Max tried to be better for Siobhan and Higgs, it wasn't a competition. Perhaps he had had this, at 19. Roger and Siobhan wouldn't actually have liked him any less if he'd been honest with them - but Max had never known that. "I didn't mind competing academically." Max had, unsurprisingly, enjoyed doing well in essays and exams. It had been the trying to compete socially that he'd disliked.
--
It was hard not to chuckle at the soft sound that Max made in return for Higgs' kiss. He really was quite high. It did make Higgs shift in closer on the sofa, though, pushing Kallie into Max's lap in favour of pulling Max's legs up, draping them across Higgs' lap instead.
"I was very different when I was nineteen," Higgs commented. That hadn't really been Max's point, he knew that, but Higgs wasn't really sure what else to say. He didn't quite understand how Max must've felt, hiding how he felt for so long, even from himself. Higgs was glad, though, that Max didn't feel like he had to pretend around Higgs. Or compete with him, Higgs supposed. "Did you feel like you had to compete with me? When we first met?"
--
The way Higgs moved him around so easily made Max's breath catch in his throat and he hummed appreciatively, pressing his legs down against the firm muscles of Higgs' thighs. If he hadn't had a lapful of cats he might have done more, pulled Higgs over him. It was so tempting, but Max also felt like he had time - time enough for everything. "I told Chloe you were good in bed," he said, remembering. "She asked," he added, because it wasn't as if he'd volunteered the information out of nowhere. "And I said I didn't really have anything to compare you to." Because Higgs was the only man Max had ever gone to bed with, but as Chloe had pointed out, that didn't really matter.
Max hadn't known Higgs when he was 19. He'd known him a little, he supposed, at 17, but that had been before he'd gone into the army. "Yes," Max answered, because in Slytherin he'd felt the need to compete with almost everybody. "You were better at quidditch. And with people. More attractive." Or, perhaps, just more aware of being attractive, because it wasn't something Max had ever really considered about himself. Even when Siobhan had indicated an interest, he'd been surprised. Pleasantly so, but still. "You had more girlfriends. But I was better at school, I got more house points, and I was going to be Head Boy." He hadn't known that for sure, not when Higgs left, but he'd certainly planned for it and hoped for it.
--
Higgs gave a genuine, deep laugh when Max admitted that he'd told Chloe that Higgs was good in bed. The specification that Chloe had asked was somehow not at all necessary. "Well, I'm certainly glad you think so," Higgs said with another laugh, which sobered only a little when Max added how he had nothing to compare Higgs to. It was true, of course, but Higgs did rather hope that wasn't an issue. "Do you want to?" Higgs asked. "To have something to compare it to," he clarified. Higgs hadn't really considered that Max might, but this was still all very new to him, of course.
That hadn't what Higgs had meant, though he did feel that Max's answer was fair. Though, really, Higgs wouldn't have even thought that Max had noticed him much at school. It did make Higgs smile slightly when Max said he'd been attractive (even if Higgs wouldn't imagine it was more). "What about when we met again?" Higgs asked, it was more what he had intended to ask the first time around, but the comparison was probably even more interesting than the original answer would've been.
--
"No," Max answered, without hesitation. He sat up as much as he could without moving his legs off Higgs' lap, the kittens mewing in protest as they jumped down to the safety of the floor. Max touched a hand to Higgs' jaw, pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. "I already have two partners," he pointed out. He didn't think he could handle more, nor did he want to try. "It feels good, with you," Max said, noticing with some surprise that he wasn't blushing. "Better than good. That's all I need to know." He didn't want to leave Higgs any doubt that Max was happy with the situation they had, that he had no desire to learn about anything else.
Thinking about when they'd met again, as adults, Max winced. "I was so afraid," he said. "That you'd say something, bring it all up again. Tell Siobhan just to spite me." He had believed, quite wrongly, that Higgs was enough of a bully to do that. "But yes," he said. He had felt competitive. "You were more masculine than I was," he admitted. That had been hard, and Max had felt like he needed to compensate. "Your flirted with my wife." And the awareness, as much as Max had refused to consider it, that Higgs had only become more attractive with age really hadn't made that a reassuring prospect. "I couldn't let you win."
--
Higgs had assumed the answer would be 'no'. It wasn't like the sex they had was bad, in fact, it was very good and Higgs didn't actually doubt that Max thought so, too. Higgs recognised that others in Max's position might want to make sure, have different experiences. Then again, Higgs also knew that this wasn't just about sex, there was, he hoped, much more than sex that he offered Max. For Max to add that it was better than good, that this was all he needed to know, that made Higgs smile, too.
Max's reminder of how he'd assumed that Higgs would tell Siobhan didn't sit well with Higgs, mostly because he had proved Max right, though, Higgs didn't think it was quite the way Max had expected. Still, Higgs had ended up telling Siobhan his secrets. The comment about being more masculine than Max, made Higgs give a small sigh. He knew what Max meant, had commented on it before. "I did flirt with your wife," Higgs agreed with a nod. "Sorry about that," he offered since Higgs didn't really think he ever had apologised for it. "I flirt with everyone," which obviously wasn't quite the same, since Higgs had actually ended up dating Siobhan. "I did also flirt with you," Higgs added with a small smirk, giving Max's leg a squeeze. "Do you still feel like that?" Higgs asked. "That there's something to win?"
--
It was true that Higgs still flirted with other people. It didn't bother Max now, because he didn't actually think there was any particular risk of Higgs going any further. Not that he'd ever thought Siobhan would be unfaithful, but he'd certainly thought, at the time, that Higgs was perfectly capable of sleeping with another man's wife. He was confident, now, that he was wrong about that. Their own peculiar circumstances excepted, of course. Sleeping with Siobhan when Max knew about it and was okay with it was very different from what Max had feared. He gave a quiet laugh before he said, "It's okay. It worked out very well." Because Higgs' flirting must have been a part of what got them to where they were now, and Max wouldn't change that.
"You did," Max agreed, remembering. "I hated that, at first. I thought you were mocking me." Max could see, now, how his own fears had made him misinterpret a lot of things. "Not with you," Max answered. He didn't feel he was competing with Higgs anymore - not for Siobhan's affections or anything else. They were on the same team, working towards the same goal, all three of them. "With my dad." He still felt he was competing - against some impossibly perfect idealised son - not to disappoint his father. He also felt like he was losing a lot more drastically than he had been before. "Not against Roger," he clarified, because this wasn't a sibling rivalry thing. At least, not for Max. He wondered if Roger felt differently. "Just - trying to win his approval." He knew he shouldn't want it, that competing for it wasn't going to work, and that the kinds of things his dad wanted for him weren't the things Max wanted for himself. It didn't, somehow, make it any easier to stop.
--
"It did work out very well," Higgs agreed, bringing one of his hands up to cup Max's jaw so he could pull him in for a kiss. It had, at least so far, worked out very well for Higgs, and really, he did imagine it would continue to do so. Hoped, at least. The three of them were managing rather well, and Higgs was glad for these sort of moments. Just being able to sit on Max's sofa, run his thumb over Max's leg, pull Max into a kiss. It was... unexpected, probably for both of them.
Higgs wished there was an easy solution to Max's issues with his father, but if Max hadn't found one in thirty years, it seemed unlikely they were going to find one any time soon. "I'm glad you don't feel like you have to compete with me," Higgs said instead, because he was both glad of that and did believe that Max was telling him the truth. "It was never my intention to make you feel bad, Max," Higgs said gently. "I know things could've gone better and that's on me, but I never wanted to hurt you."
--
The kiss felt exceptionally nice, and Max leaned into it, licking his way into Higgs' mouth and making a small noise of protest when Higgs pulled back to breathe. He closed the distance between them, kissing Higgs again, harder, because he could. He didn't have to wait for Higgs' to bestow or initiate kisses, there was no penalty for wanting Higgs, or for admitting that he did. If anything, Higgs seemed to like it. He curled a hand over Higgs' shoulder, doing his best to press him back against the couch, though the angle wasn't really right for it. He pulled back to inform Higgs, "This feels good," then got distracted running his fingers along the texture of Higgs' jaw. He'd never really noticed how the hair felt against his fingers before.
He frowned at Higgs, without really moving from his position pressed up closer against him. "It's not on you," he said. Maybe Higgs hadn't been as careful as he could have, in school, not to make Max feel threatened, but nothing since then. "I assumed you hadn't changed in fifteen years. It was stupid." Higgs definitely had changed, Max thought. And also Max knew him much better now, which allowed him to see all the ways in which he'd changed. "You've made me happy. You and Siobhan." There'd been hurt along the way, but Max couldn't really blame anyone but himself for that, and he'd definitely ended up happier than he'd started.
--
The way Max turned the kiss to be deeper and harder made Higgs groan against Max's lips, pulling him closer as Max pressed Higgs' against the sofa. When Max let go, only to inform Higgs that his face felt good, Higgs laughed. "You're so high," he commented with amusement but did also slide his hand under Max's shirt. "Bet there's a lot of other things that'd also feel good," he told Max with a smirk.
Higgs gave a small hum when Max said he hadn't thought about the fact that Higgs had changed in the fifteen years they hadn't seen each other, because it was true that Higgs had. Everyone had, he imagined, but Higgs knew he'd changed a lot from what he'd been like in school. Max really hadn't been one to know. Given, Higgs did still strongly dislike the idea that Max had thought him a cruel person. The fact that Higgs now made Max and Siobhan happy, that was rewarding. "You've made me happy, too," Higgs told Max, his smile much more soft now, even if his fingers were still moving over Max's skin under his shirt.
--
The way Higgs smirked at him had only ever predicted good things in the past, so Max smiled back before leaning back in to kiss Higgs again. He groaned against Higgs' lips as he felt the hand move under his shirt, fingers moving off Higgs' face to fumble with the buttons and give Higgs' better access. He did his best to straddle Higgs without kneeing him anywhere important, something he'd usually feel ridiculous doing because he wasn't tiny and petite like Siobhan, but right now he didn't care if it meant he could rock his hips slowly against Higgs. "Do you -" He started, intending to ask whether Higgs had any moral objection to fucking under the influence of drugs, but forgetting what the question was supposed to be before he'd managed to get it out.
It was good to know, to really believe, that he and Siobhan made Higgs happy - and to believe just as much that he and Higgs made Siobhan happy. It was sad she couldn't be there, because Max was sure she would feel good, and would agree with him that Higgs felt good. But he also knew she'd be happy the two of them were happy, and it wasn't as if there wasn't plenty of time for the three of them to be together too. "You're really so hot," Max informed Higgs between kisses.
--
Higgs enjoyed the clumbersome way in which Max made it into his lap, shuffling slightly to make it more comfortable for the other man. In turn, the friction it caused between them earned Max another low groan and Higgs rocked his hips upwards, one hand tugging Max's shirt out of his trousers so Higgs could pull it off completely. Whatever the question was, Max hadn't finished it and Higgs didn't give him much of a chance to rethink it, instead bringing his mouth to Max's neck, sucking against the skin there.
Pushing his hips up again, Higgs kissed Max back, giving a small snort when Max paused to inform him that he was hot. "So are you, darling," Higgs promised, running a hand over Max's stomach and down to the buckle of his belt. It didn't take Higgs very long to undo the fastenings (probably because he was the sober one), hand slipping under the material almost as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
--
The suction against his neck made Max moan, one hand tightening on Higgs' shoulder while the other tugged at Higgs' shirt. Luckily for Max's state of intoxication, Higgs' didn't have so many little buttons, and even Max's less-than-dextrous attempts managed to pull it off him. Once they were both shirtless, Max widened his legs as much as he was able to in the suit trousers, lowering himself against Higgs so he could feel it when Higgs pushed up against him. For balance, his hand pushed against Higgs' chest.
He gave a sigh of relief as Higgs unfastened his belt that turned into a curse as Higgs' hand moved under the material. He leaned in, pressed his lips to Higgs' shoulder and followed that with his teeth. He rocked into Higgs' hand. "Why aren't we both naked already?" he asked, not realising he'd muttered the words into Higgs' skin. Apparently, magic needed more than just desire, though, because their clothes didn't conveniently disappear. Max was still wearing shoes, which was ridiculous, but also didn't matter when Higgs' hand was so hot under his trousers.
--
The mix between how eagerly Max moved against him and how frustrated he sounded at the lack of nakedness made Higgs laugh. It was an obstacle that Higgs felt confident they were able to overcome. In fact, he felt so confident about it that he pushed Max off him, pressing his back against the sofa, before leaning down to get Max's shoes off and then his trousers.
Kicking off his own shoes, Higgs leaned down to kiss Max's hip as his hands undid Higgs' trousers, pushing them off far less glamorously as he made his way back up Max's body, tongue teasing against the skin until their lips met again. This time, rocking his hips forward earned a deep groan from both of them, as their erections rubbed against each other. "Better?" Higgs asked breath shallow from the kisses.
--
Laughing was not something Max had ever felt should be a part of sex before Higgs had come in and shaken his understanding of how things should be (or how little 'should' really mattered). Higgs' laugh was nice, warm and confident and tonight, it just seemed to make Max harder, make him want Higgs more. He groaned as Higgs pressed him against the sofa, bucking against his hold but not actually managing to dislodge him. Mostly because Higgs' hands went to Max's trousers and that seemed far more important.
It was much, much better to have Higgs cock naked against his, and Max groaned, biting inelegantly at Higgs' lips as they kissed. He needed to touch Higgs, pull him closer, get more friction as he lifted his hips eagerly under Higgs' weight. Whether it was impatience or intoxication, he forgot how careful he usually was to avoid touching Higgs' back and used one hand against his spine to hold Higgs against him as Max ground up, urging Higgs not to stop.
--
The biting against Higgs' lips, especially the clumsiness of it, somehow made Higgs even harder. It was, he would have presumed had he been able to concentrate on thinking, down to the eagerness with which Max was pulling him closer. As it was, though, Higgs didn't have time to think, not when Max moved against him. The way Max's hand pressed against Higgs' spine sent an unpleasant feeling through Higgs' body, but it was easy to reach up, fingers brushing against Max's hand enough to lead it down to Higgs' arse instead, with not breaking the kisses apart.
Using one hand to push Max's leg up, Higgs slotted between his thighs more easily, rocking forward. "I want to fuck you," Higgs whispered almost harshly against Max's neck. If Max didn't want to, or if he would prefer not to on his living room sofa, now was the prime time to inform Higgs of as much. Alternatively, Higgs was trying to think of the closest place they could accio lube from.
--
Max gripped hard at Higgs' arse, using the leverage to press their erections together again, grinding up more eagerly. He wanted to concentrate on everything, all at once. The kisses, the heat of Higgs' mouth, the way Higgs’ hips pinned him to the couch, the muscles that moved under his hands no matter where he touched. He couldn't seem to take it all in together, instead each sensation coming intense and bright only for Max to get distracted by the next one.
Higgs' words definitely got through to Max's brain, and he nodded. "Yes," he agreed. It wasn't as if they hadn't had sex on the sofa before, and just thinking about that, the memories of Higgs and Siobhan, touching both of them at once, made Max moan encouragingly. "Want to," he added, because he wanted everything, but Higgs fucking him was definitely high on the list.
--
Max's reply earned him a loud groan, both due to the way he seemed so impatient in the way he pushed up against Higgs and because now Higgs did have to pause to find lube. It didn't, thankfully, require a lot of effort to pull his trousers closer without really letting go of Max. The accio took a while, and Higgs presumed the bottle must've made its way down from the bedroom, but they got there in the end. There was very little time spared between Higgs opening the bottle and his fingers pressing into Max.
"Relax," Higgs instructed Max, because this was going to be easier, and he assumed more enjoyable, if Max let him do this without moving against Higgs. "Just enjoy it," he added smirking slightly at Max. It did seem almost a bit pointless to instruct Max, though, because he did look perfectly happy to enjoy himself. Higgs pushed another finger in, his lips against Max's neck as Higgs rocked his hips, cock pushing against Max's thigh in anticipation.
--
For all Max had felt very relaxed under the influence of the drugs earlier, it was very hard to relax now. He felt impatient and greedy, like nothing was happening fast enough. Higgs fingers pushing into him made Max moan loudly, and he was definitely enjoying it, even if he wasn't doing very well (at all) at not moving. He tipped his head to feel the press of Higgs' lips against his neck, pushed his thigh against Higgs' cock to give him more friction and squeezed his handful of Higgs' arse again, trying to get him to move.
He did, at least, keep his hips relatively still, despite how much he wanted to move against Higgs' hand. "Harder," he said, pressing an urgent kiss against Higgs' cheek. It was a request that worked when Higgs' was fucking him, so why not now? His free hand slid down Higgs' chest, over his stomach, dragging his fingers over Higgs' cock with an appreciative groan.
--
Max was very hot. The way he pushed against Higgs, the way he squeezed Higgs' arse, it made concentrating on what Higgs was doing quite difficult. The demand for harder almost earned Max a snort but then his fingers wrapped around Higgs' dick instead and a sharp 'fuck' was about as much as Higgs managed. He wasn't really sure how he could go harder, so without much thought Higgs pulled back, replacing his fingers with his cock.
Higgs did have enough sense to at least go slowly at first, careful to ensure that the noises Max was making were definitely pleasant, even more careful when considering that Max was at least somewhat drunk. Finally though, when Higgs felt that they were on safe grounds, he moved his hips, thrusting into Max before pulling back and repeating the motion. Slow but hard. Then, reaching to pull Max's leg up, Higgs moved it against his hip, ensuring an angle that'd allow him to go harder (and faster). The position also allowed Higgs to catch Max's lips into a rough kiss as the pace of his thrusts intensified.
--
Higgs' response was not what Max had expected, but it was still very much something he wanted, and he gave a very satisfied groan as Higgs pressed into him. Despite Higgs' care to go slowly, Max urged him on with words and noises that were all very much positive, his hands moving to Higgs' chest as his leg moved up against Higgs' hip. He liked it, Higgs moving him, liked knowing Higgs wanted it, and wanted it like this.
As Higgs sped up, Max didn't bother trying to keep still. He moved his hips, trying to get Higgs to fuck him deeper, harder, which paid off more because of Higgs' co-ordination than through Max's efforts, but the result was the same. He kissed back just as hungrily and clumsily as he had before. Everything, from Higgs' lips to his hands to his chest felt so good, and so drawn out, even though the pace was anything but slow.
--
Max's movements were hectic and it was easy for Higgs to tighten his grip on Max's hip, not really holding him down, but more moving his body against Higgs' as he thrust into Max. The sounds and movements Max made were plenty of encouraging and Higgs buried his face in the curve of Max's shoulder, harsh breaths mixed in with the way Higgs muttered Max's name. With the hand that wasn't busy holding tightly against Max's hip, Higgs reached between them, fingers wrapping around Max's cock, letting him thrust into Higgs' hand.
Higgs felt Max come against him as much as he heard him, the way Max cried his name sending Higgs' over the edge with one last hard push before he collapsed atop of the other man. It took some effort for Higgs to push off, moving next to Max, breath shallow. Higgs reached for his wand, casting a cleaning charm on both of them, before muttering an accio for a blanket to pull over himself and Max. "So did your night improve?" Higgs asked pressing a kiss against Max's shoulder.
--
Max closed his eyes as he came, but he could still feel Higgs' last thrust into him, feel the heat of Higgs' breath against his neck. He grumbled as Higgs pushed off him, but was placated by the cleaning charm, and the blanket. By the time Higgs pressed a kiss against his shoulder, Max was smiling, though he was still breathing quickly. "Yes," he answered. "It would have even if you'd just brought me home." He didn't actually imagine Higgs had only suggested sex to improve Max's night, because he believed Higgs when he'd said he wanted to.
Leaning back against Higgs' chest, Max felt both relaxed and grounded. This time, unlike early, he actually felt like he could sleep. "You're warm," he informed Higgs. "And naked." It was, in Max's opinion, a really excellent combination. "You can spend the night, if you want." Max wasn't going to push for it, and he certainly wouldn't mind if Higgs felt more comfortable in his own home, but he didn't want Higgs to think he couldn't stay, either.
--
"Now he tells me," Higgs joked, pressing another kiss against Max's skin. He knew, of course, that he hardly had to have sex with Max, but it would be a complete lie to say that he hadn't wanted to. There was also something very rewarding in the way Max seemed both relaxed and sleepy, though Higgs did recognise that he couldn't take all the credit for that. Being told he was warm and naked made Higgs laugh softly, giving Max's hip a squeeze. "And you're still high," Higgs commented with amusement.
As for staying the night, Higgs gave a soft hum. "I'll stay for a bit," he promised. It wasn't that Higgs didn't want to sleep with Max, because now that he knew he could safely share a bed with someone, Higgs felt much more comfortable with the prospect. Staying here, though, meant sharing Max and Siobhan's bed without Siobhan being there and that somehow felt... inappropriate. But Higgs would stay for now, maybe even a short nap right there on the sofa, because Higgs' muscles felt rather unwilling to move.