Save for his inability to walk for the time being, of course.
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There was nothing more perfect than ending the night with two glasses of chilled cocktails. Fueled by the sweet alcohol that rushed into their blood, they quickly fell into a rush of kisses, one sweeter than the last.
Their bodies, yearning for closeness, intertwined effortlessly. Limbs tangled in a delicious mess, they stumbled towards the bedroom. Clothes became a forgotten obstacle, discarded in a flurry of need. With a groan that spoke volumes, Maximillian scooped Julian into his arms and threw him into the bed.
Before Julian could catch his breath, Maximillian was already on top of him, his strong frame a delicious weight against his own. Kisses rained down upon the omega, each one a whispered promise of the passionate night that awaited them. The air crackled with unspoken longing, a prelude to a symphony of pleasure their bodies were accustomed to, and yet always yearned for more.
