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How long has it been since he has arrived at this place? Years? Decades?
It's impossible to know, it has been so long, time has become meaningless. Time is literally meaningless here. But all that is known is that the time Maxwell spent here has changed him, it turned him into something else other than a human.
Or so he thought. What else other than a human would have such needs? He still has the need to eat, to sleep, to be happy, to survive, in general, just like any other mortal being.
But he also has "those" needs.
It has been long indeed, very long without any kind of contact with other humans. His first contact with other people since he got trapped here were… not so pleasing. Even after he was freed from the Throne, it took a long time for the people whom he once tortured to get used to his presence. Thankfully, he is in a good place now. When everyone got together, things undeniably changed for the better. More people to work, more people to think. And those people were starting to consider him a companion.
And when that happened, those needs arose inside of him.
What is more human than the need to feel affection and intimacy?
Even though there are some humans who don't feel the need to.
Wilson, for example, was the first person he approached when he felt those emotions, as stupid as that idea might be. The scientist had been his only companion for a long time, (until they finished that portal), because of that, he was his first option.
That wouldn't work, even if Wilson didn't hate him. Maxwell quickly gave up after confirming that man had no interest in such things, out of respect, and also because he had no real deep feelings towards him, but the neediness made him abandon his shame and approach him.
It might be what he envies the most about Wilson, people like him who can live their lives without that persistent, disgusting feeling inside themselves, that makes some people take irrational decisions most of the time.
And, for Maxwell, that irrationality didn't stop there. He tried to seek what he needed with other people, but no one was close enough to him to lead somewhere, and for those who were… it felt strange. They were not exactly his type. Though he felt it was stupid to be picky in this situation, he would like to avoid that.
He felt so needy it almost felt like desperation.
He considered his options again, and realized there was one person whom he never tried anything with.
Wes wasn't exactly close to him, it was unlikely. There were only a few people who he would consider close to Wes, his lack of speech was something few could understand.
However, he was nice to everyone, and everyone appreciated that, they would value him greatly. And he treated Maxwell like any other of his friends, he would try to help, would make sure he was okay, share his food and belongings with him. He did terrible things to that mime in the past, just like the others, but Wes didn't seem to hold any kind of grudge against him. In fact, he was the only person who treated him nicely ever since the beginning.
And, he had to admit, Wes was kind of attractive. Even though he always wore heavy makeup, he had a pretty face, nice, smooth features that would make him look somewhat feminine. Plump, kissable lips, always covered with lipstick. He had those eyes who would always glitter and shine with kindness, cute like a puppy. He used to be extremely skinny when they first met, due to the lack of food, but thanks to everyone's help, food has not been a problem lately. Wes looks much healthier now, and his body shows it, his curves now are more visible, and he even acquired a bit of muscle in some places. He was just his type of man.
Maxwell felt like the biggest pervert for noticing such things. That feeling does that to him, it reached a point that he cannot think straight anymore. Wes was his last, and best option at this point, he had to try it.
He took the opportunity when Wes was out alone, collecting resources. He felt like a creep for following him like that, and he was fully convinced of it when the mime jolted when he noticed his presence, previously thinking he was alone.
"I'm sorry for startling you." Maxwell apologises, trying to fix the situation. Wes seemed to relax after that, but his expression was unreadable. He looks at the tall man expectanctly, like he's expecting him to say something.
"I have been thinking, Wes…" He starts, no time to lose. "I believe we started off with the wrong foot."
The man pulls out a rose he collected earlier, just for this occasion, and offers it to the younger man in front of him. Might be a proper gift, Wes seems to like flowers. And he was right, Wes smiles sincerely and takes the flower and sniffs at it contently.
It seems to be working well, Maxwell knows how to approach people of his interest, experience made him quite used to it.
And indeed, it worked well.
After a few days, Wes understood his intentions. Maybe he was also feeling needy, missing some human intimacy and affection, and that made him accept the opportunity.
Before the former King knew it, that man was on his knees in front of him, doing exactly what he needed all this time.
And, damn it, it was so much better than he expected. Wes was surprisingly skilled, making the other wonder where did he get all this experience from.
He thrusts Maxwell's member in and out of his mouth in a perfect rythm, while sucking at it gently, his right hand pumps the rest of his shaft in a synchronized motion.
"Ohh…" Maxwell couldn't contain his groans of pleasure, he was just too good. All he needed for all this time, it's finally happening.
Maxwell covers his eyes with one hand while the other claws into the tree he's leaning on. He doesn't own the courage to look down, fearing he might finish right away if he sees that pretty face sucking on him like a professional.
He only feels Wes removing his hand of his cock and stopping briefly. Slowly, he begins to fit more of the other's member inside of his mouth.
More, and more. Maxwell feels the warmth and wetness of his now partner slowly engulfing all of his cock, until he reaches the base and stops. His eyes widen at the sensation, he can feel himself touching Wes's throat. How did he learn do such a thing?
Catching his breath, trying to relax. Unable to contain himself, he looks down and finds Wes taking all of his cock inside his mouth. The sight is heavenly. His ecstasy rises even more when Wes looks up and they make eye contact, those pretty, shining eyes looking directly at him while his entire cock is inside his mouth. Maxwell sucks in breath hard, feeling own body starting to betray him. No, he doesn't want to finish, not yet.
When Wes thinks it's enough time he got used to it, he begins to move. He bobs his head slowly, trusting all of Maxwell's cock in and out. This sensation is different, heavenly, he can feel the tightness of the man's throat around his gland in every thrust, causing him to let out embarrassing, loud groans every time.
It's hard to keep up, Maxwell tries to think about other stuff, bad stuff, anything to distract himself just for a bit, but all that's in his mind now is that mime, skillfully pumping his cock inside his mouth.
Instinctively, his hand grabs a fistfull of Wes's hair, though he is not capable of pushing him away to make him release his cock, his body wants to keep going, he NEEDS to. So, he merely holds at Wes's hair whilst the other gradually speeds up the bobbing of his head.
Can't hold it anymore, his legs are starting to tremble, his breath failing, and his moans are starting to grow louder.
Grabbing Wes's hair tighter with both hands, he thrusts his cock deep inside his mouth, and releases. Forgetting to check if Wes is comfortable, and neverminds if his grasp is too strong, he is too lost in the sensation. That sensation he was aching for, for a long time. The mime doesn't seem to mind. Wes quietly lets Maxwell spill his cum inside his mouth, and gladly swallows it as it comes out.
Maxwell doesn't know how much of it he has been holding, but he's sure it's a lot, still, his partner guzzles down everything, easily, like it was a delicious juice.
That man never ceases to amaze him.
After confirming he already released it all, Maxwell catches his breath and finally releases Wes's head, allowing him to pull out his cock from inside his mouth.
He pulls it out in an audible wet noise, freeing Maxwell's now soft cock, letting out a satisfied, silent coo.
When Maxwell regains his senses, they make eye contact again. Wes looking like a mess, his eyes a bit teary, and his lipstick all smeared over his mouth, hair all messed up from Maxwell's grip. With all that, he still looks hot, a proof of his well-done work.
Getting up from the ground, Wes and his partner share a content smile. Maxwell didn't want to finish this soon, there were many other things we wanted to try with Wes, but he didn't really expect him to be this good, that was enough to satisfy him, giving him the orgasm he seeked for a long time.
Who would have thought that the last option would be the best?