"Well, you give good head for one thing," Max jokes, trying to make light while internally he's fighting not to let that little voice argue how he's not really the model citizen Pratt seems to be making him out to be. He's not worthy of that much praise.

"Yeah. But, don't worry, my mouth is still ready to work~"

Max moves in closer too, as if magnetized, turning to face Pratt so he'll be able to take the challenge head on. He craves the touch, always. Always wants more. And he gives in return, pulling down Pratt's boxer briefs so he can get a good look at his prize. Once he gets that eyeful, he will flick his gaze back to Pratt's face, and very pointedly lick his lips. As if there was ever any doubt how eager Max is to please his partner.