"Damn, a true philanthropist. What'd I do right to deserve someone like you in my bed?" That's a way nicer way of thinking than he's used to. If he had known back home that not being an alpha dickhead would get him people who actually cared he would have stopped trying to be such a dudebro years ago.

He groans and closes his eyes as his pants are undone, tenting his boxer briefs as soon as he has enough room to do so. "Let's..." He wets his lips as his voice cracks, already panting and he's barely being touched. Maybe because he's been using his mouth for something other than talking. "Let's both be lazy. We deserve that."

Scooching into a better position he reaches out to pull Max to him, wanting to be able to touch him even if they're both still wearing most of their clothes.