Max and Hex

[just_hex]

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"We can try," he assured him.

He truly didn't expect anything from Max. Want, yes. Expect, not at all.

He set the music to a night playlist before he offered Max his hand to take him to the bedroom. Everything in the flat was an antique of some sort.

Except his bed.

Hex's bed was top quality. It was the nicest thing he'd probably ever own. And on nights after bad fights, it was the only place he wanted to be.

He stopped at the edge of the bed and rested a hand lightly on Max's waist.

"Would it be alright to kiss you?" he asked.

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Max hesitated, then nodded slightly.

"I'd like that," he said softly, his own hand moving to rest against Hex's chest. His pulse fluttered in anticipation, and he leaned in ever so slightly to meet him.