That shit is going all over Pratt's clothes because as soon as the first F sound of that curse happens Pratt stands up. He reaches up (damn this dude is tall) and digs his fingers into Max's hair, wrenching his head down to his height so he can kiss him, while pulling that hand away from his face. Gonna take care of those moans for him like a gentleman.

Pratt is way stronger than he looks, and he presses up against Max to keep him from buckling over if his legs give out. He's got you buddy.