Stolen Things - Maxie/Archie (PokeSpe)
Title: Stolen Things
Rating: NC17 (sexual acts, dubious consent)
Word Count: 2830
Pairing: Maxie/Archie
Summary: It's been a long time, and Maxie has been very bored.
Warnings: Dubcon all the hell over.
A/N: Written for the kink meme. Say hello to the prompt. (image, moderately NSFW)
"Down."
"Like I'm just going to - "
The soft swishing sound of Maxie's coat and the temporary relief of that sharp heel being lifted from his body is immediately offset by a swift kick to the ribs, straight at the center, aimed at the sternum.
Down.
There's a fire in his eyes when Archie is able to look at Maxie again, chest hitching sharply as he tries to catch his breath. "The hell's gotten into you...?"
"You'd like to know that." Maxie's voice is frighteningly light, teasing but almost deliriously so; Archie has spent enough time alone in this hellhole with him to know that he has his good days and then he has days where everything in his head is proving to be a bit much for him to handle, and Archie's a little...bothered to realize that this doesn't look like either. Good days are spent plotting, bad days are spent broken in the back of the cave, and maybe today started out as one and didn't quite manage to swing clear over into the other.
He also can't tell which way it was going before Maxie apparently decided this was a great idea. He'll probably throttle him once he's let up.
"Maxie," he says, his voice deadly serious, "as much as I'd like an explanation, I'm starting to think that I genuinely don't want to know."
Maxie seems content with that, shifting his position to press that boot of his into the center of Archie's stomach again. The heel is thick, blocky, and Archie is actually grateful for that - stilettos would be a bitch - although he doesn't think that Maxie could walk in the damn things otherwise. Even so, he seems perhaps a bit too steady on them; Maxie isn't a short person to begin with, and those damn things are adding another good four inches to the guy's height.
"Where did you even get those?"
"Where we get everything else, Archie."
Stolen, then, as much as one can steal from the deceased. Archie will add the reason why Maxie would have thought to take such a thing to the list of things he doesn't want to contemplate right now. It's there along with wondering why Maxie can walk in heels, why he apparently thought fishnets would be a good idea, and the fact that Archie can see clear up that coat of his - well enough to know that there's not much under it and those fishnets aren't doing nearly enough.
Maxie leans forward then, putting more of his weight down; Archie doesn't do him the pleasure of getting a noise out of him, but there's definite discontentment in his expression.
To put it lightly.
"You know," Maxie says, his voice casual. "We've been in here for a very long time. I've been so bored."
"So you decided to tie me up and prance around like a drag queen because you're bored." It's not a question.
"You're not a very good enemy if you bore me, you know." He leans in again hard before placing that leg down onto the ground again, stepping down on the other side of Archie's body; he lowers himself down into a crouch, straddling Archie's hips without quite sitting on him, and he plants his hands firmly on Archie's chest - both for balance and, Archie assumes, to keep him pinned against the wall of the cave.
"And so I thought," Maxie continues, tapping his fingers lightly but rapidly against Archie's chest, an obvious sense of anticipation in his eyes, "that I would ensure that you entertained me again. At least for a little while."
"Maxie, if you want to get laid that badly, there's - "
Whatever Archie was about to suggest is cut off by a sharp, annoyed hiss; Maxie seems to have found a better use for his hands than idly drumming against his chest, as his fingers have slipped beneath the open collar of his shirt, scratching deeply down Archie's chest below the fabric.
"I hope you weren't about to suggest that I play with our guest, Archie." He laughs a bit at that; it's not a nice sound. "You're a terrible adversary. Can't even handle a bit of fun?" He pauses for a moment, thinking. "Not to mention that she's been unconscious for the last several hours. More entertaining when they're awake, I think."
Archie smirks at that. "Didn't last very long, did she?"
"Disappointing." Another sharp drag of his nails down those same tracks he'd made before; another sharp hiss from Archie. "Very, very disappointing."
And though he smiles a bit before he does it - always a bad sign - Maxie's next touch is gentle, trailing his fingertips down those marks, causing a sense of slow, thick burning in series of five. That actually succeeds in getting a moan out of him; Archie hates himself for it.
"Get started, then."
He wouldn't even need to look at him to know exactly how Maxie's eyes had lit up at that statement; he can hear it when he answers. "Really."
Archie smirks. "Wouldn't want to disappoint you, Maxie."
Maxie doesn't answer, but he's visibly pleased; he shifts back to kneel on the ground, planting one knee down on the ground between Archie's legs, so close to his body that it probably should have been uncomfortable. His hands end up pressed against the wall on either side of Archie's head, though he isn't supporting himself; he allows his body to rest flush against that of his rival's, pressing against those deep scratch marks, and even if that burns once he's draped against him, his kiss is surprisingly gentle.
There's still some force behind it; there's no denying that. Maxie is pressing against him firmly enough to keep his head back against his wrists where they're bound, and he doesn't waste any time in forcing Archie's mouth open, deepening the kiss roughly; at the same time, Maxie was right to begin with - it's been a very long time, and Winona is more often unconscious than not. The pattern is a simple one - that of physical contact on a basic level, heat and closeness and escalation, and he returns the gesture perhaps a bit more easily than he would have had it not been so goddamn long.
However, it isn't very long before Maxie pulls his head back, and any pleasure is quickly lost to the sharpness of Maxie's teeth against his lower lip as he bites him.
Somewhere through the general agitation, he thinks he asks Maxie something - probably something along the lines of inquiring as to what the hell he thinks he's doing - but it doesn't really matter in the end; it's obvious when Maxie pulls away that he's managed to draw blood, the substance glittering against his lips for a brief second (like lipstick, Archie thinks; it nearly completed that whole drag-queen thing) before he licks it away. He laughs a bit, the sound oddly quiet, before he leans forward again; Archie really isn't surprised with what he does next, but he isn't exactly prepared for how bizarre the sensation is when Maxie draws his lower lip into his mouth, sucking at the injury he'd inflicted, a soft noise coming from the back of his throat every once in a while that Archie eventually realizes must be Maxie swallowing the blood.
After a while of this, Archie shifts, trying to turn his head away, an agitated noise leaving his throat without him really thinking about it; Maxie's response is to press a bit more firmly against the wall, lifting himself up a bit off of Archie's body without breaking contact with his mouth, and bringing his leg up from where it's been resting between both of Archie's. The motion isn't a rough one, clearly not intending to hurt; if anything, Maxie seems to have the complete opposite effect in mind, as the gentle, sliding pressure combined with the friction of his clothes is far more stimulating than Archie would ever care to admit to him.
Of course, the way his hips buck awkwardly against Maxie's thigh gives him away well enough, without him having to say anything.
Maxie seems amused by this, if the soft noise he makes is any indication - not quite a laugh, but a light vocalization in the back of his throat nonetheless; the fact that Archie is glaring at him when he pulls away only seems to amuse him further.
"Don't like it?" he asks, continuing that infuriating gesture even as he says it, already knowing the answer.
"Fucking tease," Archie replies through gritted teeth, bucking up sharply against him again. "Get on with it."
What he doesn't say is that if he weren't currently tied up, Maxie would be on the floor already; it kind of kills that Maxie probably knows.
At the same time, Maxie's fingers are deft, quick against the fastenings of Archie's pants; it occurs to Archie, perhaps a bit belatedly, that the bastard seems to have bound his hands with his own belt. It isn't something that really deserves dwelling on in the end; after all, there's the sudden stripping away of fabric and the feeling of being exposed to the open air, Maxie's skin against his and the feeling of his hand stroking up the shaft, once, roughly, before stopping to tease the head, his fingers lightly circling the tip.
Fucking tease. Archie would be more than willing to tell him again to get on with it, to actually get this done but doesn't seem able to form the words to do so; what leaves him is nothing more than a snarl, a sharp, guttural noise that seems to encourage Maxie even more than the stiffening flesh beneath his hand.
It's only when Maxie moves to stroke him again, repeating the motion this time, keeping it up steadily for a while, that he seems to realize how rough Maxie's hands are; the man spends a lot of time in caves, and it shows in his touch. At the same time, he can't say that he's opposed; the feeling adds sensation to an already pleasurable action, and Archie really, really can't complain.
What he is opposed to is the feeling of Maxie pushing himself up to stand again after he's gotten him a great deal closer.
"What do you think you're - "
"Relax, Archie," Maxie interrupts, that deliriously light tone coming back into his voice. "This isn't for your enjoyment, after all."
"Bastard."
"Perhaps. Now look toward the wall of the cave and don't look back towards me until I tell you to."
Archie blinks at him for a moment. "What the hell, Maxie."
"Don't look." And even if his expression doesn't flicker very far from that smirk, there's a vaguely uncomfortable sense that's overtaken his tone. "If you look, the next thing that comes in contact with it will be one of these heels. Understand?"
He starts hiking up that coat without waiting for an answer, seeming to believe that to be a sufficient threat; Archie dislikes how correct he is in that assumption, but he looks away anyway.
"Capable of talking while I'm not looking at you?"
There's another odd rustling of fabric, one that Archie doesn't quite recognize, before Maxie answers. "Possibly."
Despite the confirmation, Archie doesn't say anything until he hears what he was waiting for - a harsh, quiet noise on Maxie's part, sounding for all the world like a gasp being stifled.
"We both know what you're doing, you know."
"I...I know." His voice is tight, forced, and Archie smirks despite himself; he waits for a moment longer, listening to the sound of Maxie's breathing becoming heavier, more jagged.
"Tell me you wouldn't be this shy if I were doing it to you."
"Of course not, Archie..."
He's silent just long enough to allow Maxie to think that he won't be asking anything else; he waits until he can hear Maxie's breath catch in his throat to start up again.
"Then why all the secrecy?"
Any attempt at responding is promptly cut short by the sound that escapes him, soft and oddly uncomfortable-sounding. "Nn...nngh..."
Archie smirks to himself; hazily, he wonders if Maxie can see his expression. "I would say that you're killing this by making me wait so long, Maxie. But you're very entertaining to listen to."
Maxie doesn't answer, but Archie can hear his breathing becoming more and more rapid; the sound of him finally stumbling forward on those boots is satisfying, as is the odd whine that escapes Maxie's throat before the sigh, the obvious hitch in his chest before he moves forward, stopping to stand with his legs on either side of Archie's hips again.
Archie turns his head to look, only for Maxie to backhand him hard enough to snap his head to the side again. "Only when I tell you to."
And Archie is about to say something - to taunt him, probably, to laugh at the very least - when his thoughts are immediately stripped away; Maxie's hand has found his shaft again, repeating that quick stroking motion from before and reawakening his nerves, getting a hell of an arch out of his back. Then there's the slight weight of Maxie's coat pressing against his thighs and Maxie's free hand against his chest, and he realizes what Maxie's doing a split second before he actually does it -
The actual penetration isn't exactly something that Archie can say that he finds pleasant, despite whatever preparations Maxie had been doing over there; if anything, it's too fast, especially considering the lack of materials. His attention snaps toward his rival, blatantly ignoring any insistence that he not watch this, and he's not surprised when Maxie seems to be sharing the sentiment; his gaze is downcast, focused steadily on Archie's chest, and his breathing is heavy, his lower lip drawn into his mouth.
"...all right there, Maxie?"
Maxie's gaze snaps up abruptly, a smirk overtaking his features again, though the expression is vaguely uncertain; Archie hates how unsure he is of whether this is because of the situation as a whole or because that question was...not half as mocking as he'd intended it to be. Not gentle; perhaps gentler.
Either way, Maxie doesn't give him a verbal response, outside of the soft sound that escapes him along with his breath when he nods; the gesture is brief, tight, and there's a definite fire in his eyes when he actually begins to move.
They don't really have a rhythm at the beginning, nor do they ever really find one; the act is carnal, not for any sort of satisfaction outside of the purely physical, and Maxie clearly doesn't give a damn about establishing anything that will make it any easier. Archie doesn't exactly care, perfectly content to resort to tipping his head back and bucking into Maxie's body, grinding against him and trying to ignore the odd constriction around his hips where Maxie had yanked those fishnets down and left them, resulting in the material being wrapped awkwardly around him; when he comes, he does so hard.
As Maxie had said in the beginning - it really has been a while.
Maxie all but collapses as soon as Archie finishes, bracing one of his arms against Archie's chest to catch himself but very definitely flopping forward; he stays there for what seems like a long while, and after a moment his shoulders begin shaking in an odd, jerky motion that might have been mistaken for crying, had it been anyone else. Archie's seen this enough to know that he's laughing, the sound gone but the gesture the same, and Maxie's odd, grinning expression when he finally looks up again is more than enough to confirm it.
When he does get up, the motion is hesitant at first, still vaguely pained when he finally stands; he stumbles again on those boots, having to brace his hand against the wall to catch himself, before he seems to find his balance and pulls up those stockings again. Archie realizes hazily that he has no idea if Maxie even came or not.
And then Maxie turns to leave, moving toward the more secluded area at the back of that cave.
"Forgetting something?" Archie's tone is pointed, his gaze shifting to clearly indicate those bindings; he doesn't like the way Maxie smirks at him in response.
"As though you won't kill me after something like that," Maxie replies; though his tone is teasing, the look in his eyes is not. "I'll give you some time to cool off, all right?"
With that announcement and one last incredibly mocking smile, he vanishes, the darkness at the back of the cave swallowing him whole; Archie finds himself thinking that if Maxie wants any truce they may have made to still hold after this, he'll have the common sense to wait to untie him until well after he's passed out.
Rating: NC17 (sexual acts, dubious consent)
Word Count: 2830
Pairing: Maxie/Archie
Summary: It's been a long time, and Maxie has been very bored.
Warnings: Dubcon all the hell over.
A/N: Written for the kink meme. Say hello to the prompt. (image, moderately NSFW)
"Down."
"Like I'm just going to - "
The soft swishing sound of Maxie's coat and the temporary relief of that sharp heel being lifted from his body is immediately offset by a swift kick to the ribs, straight at the center, aimed at the sternum.
Down.
There's a fire in his eyes when Archie is able to look at Maxie again, chest hitching sharply as he tries to catch his breath. "The hell's gotten into you...?"
"You'd like to know that." Maxie's voice is frighteningly light, teasing but almost deliriously so; Archie has spent enough time alone in this hellhole with him to know that he has his good days and then he has days where everything in his head is proving to be a bit much for him to handle, and Archie's a little...bothered to realize that this doesn't look like either. Good days are spent plotting, bad days are spent broken in the back of the cave, and maybe today started out as one and didn't quite manage to swing clear over into the other.
He also can't tell which way it was going before Maxie apparently decided this was a great idea. He'll probably throttle him once he's let up.
"Maxie," he says, his voice deadly serious, "as much as I'd like an explanation, I'm starting to think that I genuinely don't want to know."
Maxie seems content with that, shifting his position to press that boot of his into the center of Archie's stomach again. The heel is thick, blocky, and Archie is actually grateful for that - stilettos would be a bitch - although he doesn't think that Maxie could walk in the damn things otherwise. Even so, he seems perhaps a bit too steady on them; Maxie isn't a short person to begin with, and those damn things are adding another good four inches to the guy's height.
"Where did you even get those?"
"Where we get everything else, Archie."
Stolen, then, as much as one can steal from the deceased. Archie will add the reason why Maxie would have thought to take such a thing to the list of things he doesn't want to contemplate right now. It's there along with wondering why Maxie can walk in heels, why he apparently thought fishnets would be a good idea, and the fact that Archie can see clear up that coat of his - well enough to know that there's not much under it and those fishnets aren't doing nearly enough.
Maxie leans forward then, putting more of his weight down; Archie doesn't do him the pleasure of getting a noise out of him, but there's definite discontentment in his expression.
To put it lightly.
"You know," Maxie says, his voice casual. "We've been in here for a very long time. I've been so bored."
"So you decided to tie me up and prance around like a drag queen because you're bored." It's not a question.
"You're not a very good enemy if you bore me, you know." He leans in again hard before placing that leg down onto the ground again, stepping down on the other side of Archie's body; he lowers himself down into a crouch, straddling Archie's hips without quite sitting on him, and he plants his hands firmly on Archie's chest - both for balance and, Archie assumes, to keep him pinned against the wall of the cave.
"And so I thought," Maxie continues, tapping his fingers lightly but rapidly against Archie's chest, an obvious sense of anticipation in his eyes, "that I would ensure that you entertained me again. At least for a little while."
"Maxie, if you want to get laid that badly, there's - "
Whatever Archie was about to suggest is cut off by a sharp, annoyed hiss; Maxie seems to have found a better use for his hands than idly drumming against his chest, as his fingers have slipped beneath the open collar of his shirt, scratching deeply down Archie's chest below the fabric.
"I hope you weren't about to suggest that I play with our guest, Archie." He laughs a bit at that; it's not a nice sound. "You're a terrible adversary. Can't even handle a bit of fun?" He pauses for a moment, thinking. "Not to mention that she's been unconscious for the last several hours. More entertaining when they're awake, I think."
Archie smirks at that. "Didn't last very long, did she?"
"Disappointing." Another sharp drag of his nails down those same tracks he'd made before; another sharp hiss from Archie. "Very, very disappointing."
And though he smiles a bit before he does it - always a bad sign - Maxie's next touch is gentle, trailing his fingertips down those marks, causing a sense of slow, thick burning in series of five. That actually succeeds in getting a moan out of him; Archie hates himself for it.
"Get started, then."
He wouldn't even need to look at him to know exactly how Maxie's eyes had lit up at that statement; he can hear it when he answers. "Really."
Archie smirks. "Wouldn't want to disappoint you, Maxie."
Maxie doesn't answer, but he's visibly pleased; he shifts back to kneel on the ground, planting one knee down on the ground between Archie's legs, so close to his body that it probably should have been uncomfortable. His hands end up pressed against the wall on either side of Archie's head, though he isn't supporting himself; he allows his body to rest flush against that of his rival's, pressing against those deep scratch marks, and even if that burns once he's draped against him, his kiss is surprisingly gentle.
There's still some force behind it; there's no denying that. Maxie is pressing against him firmly enough to keep his head back against his wrists where they're bound, and he doesn't waste any time in forcing Archie's mouth open, deepening the kiss roughly; at the same time, Maxie was right to begin with - it's been a very long time, and Winona is more often unconscious than not. The pattern is a simple one - that of physical contact on a basic level, heat and closeness and escalation, and he returns the gesture perhaps a bit more easily than he would have had it not been so goddamn long.
However, it isn't very long before Maxie pulls his head back, and any pleasure is quickly lost to the sharpness of Maxie's teeth against his lower lip as he bites him.
Somewhere through the general agitation, he thinks he asks Maxie something - probably something along the lines of inquiring as to what the hell he thinks he's doing - but it doesn't really matter in the end; it's obvious when Maxie pulls away that he's managed to draw blood, the substance glittering against his lips for a brief second (like lipstick, Archie thinks; it nearly completed that whole drag-queen thing) before he licks it away. He laughs a bit, the sound oddly quiet, before he leans forward again; Archie really isn't surprised with what he does next, but he isn't exactly prepared for how bizarre the sensation is when Maxie draws his lower lip into his mouth, sucking at the injury he'd inflicted, a soft noise coming from the back of his throat every once in a while that Archie eventually realizes must be Maxie swallowing the blood.
After a while of this, Archie shifts, trying to turn his head away, an agitated noise leaving his throat without him really thinking about it; Maxie's response is to press a bit more firmly against the wall, lifting himself up a bit off of Archie's body without breaking contact with his mouth, and bringing his leg up from where it's been resting between both of Archie's. The motion isn't a rough one, clearly not intending to hurt; if anything, Maxie seems to have the complete opposite effect in mind, as the gentle, sliding pressure combined with the friction of his clothes is far more stimulating than Archie would ever care to admit to him.
Of course, the way his hips buck awkwardly against Maxie's thigh gives him away well enough, without him having to say anything.
Maxie seems amused by this, if the soft noise he makes is any indication - not quite a laugh, but a light vocalization in the back of his throat nonetheless; the fact that Archie is glaring at him when he pulls away only seems to amuse him further.
"Don't like it?" he asks, continuing that infuriating gesture even as he says it, already knowing the answer.
"Fucking tease," Archie replies through gritted teeth, bucking up sharply against him again. "Get on with it."
What he doesn't say is that if he weren't currently tied up, Maxie would be on the floor already; it kind of kills that Maxie probably knows.
At the same time, Maxie's fingers are deft, quick against the fastenings of Archie's pants; it occurs to Archie, perhaps a bit belatedly, that the bastard seems to have bound his hands with his own belt. It isn't something that really deserves dwelling on in the end; after all, there's the sudden stripping away of fabric and the feeling of being exposed to the open air, Maxie's skin against his and the feeling of his hand stroking up the shaft, once, roughly, before stopping to tease the head, his fingers lightly circling the tip.
Fucking tease. Archie would be more than willing to tell him again to get on with it, to actually get this done but doesn't seem able to form the words to do so; what leaves him is nothing more than a snarl, a sharp, guttural noise that seems to encourage Maxie even more than the stiffening flesh beneath his hand.
It's only when Maxie moves to stroke him again, repeating the motion this time, keeping it up steadily for a while, that he seems to realize how rough Maxie's hands are; the man spends a lot of time in caves, and it shows in his touch. At the same time, he can't say that he's opposed; the feeling adds sensation to an already pleasurable action, and Archie really, really can't complain.
What he is opposed to is the feeling of Maxie pushing himself up to stand again after he's gotten him a great deal closer.
"What do you think you're - "
"Relax, Archie," Maxie interrupts, that deliriously light tone coming back into his voice. "This isn't for your enjoyment, after all."
"Bastard."
"Perhaps. Now look toward the wall of the cave and don't look back towards me until I tell you to."
Archie blinks at him for a moment. "What the hell, Maxie."
"Don't look." And even if his expression doesn't flicker very far from that smirk, there's a vaguely uncomfortable sense that's overtaken his tone. "If you look, the next thing that comes in contact with it will be one of these heels. Understand?"
He starts hiking up that coat without waiting for an answer, seeming to believe that to be a sufficient threat; Archie dislikes how correct he is in that assumption, but he looks away anyway.
"Capable of talking while I'm not looking at you?"
There's another odd rustling of fabric, one that Archie doesn't quite recognize, before Maxie answers. "Possibly."
Despite the confirmation, Archie doesn't say anything until he hears what he was waiting for - a harsh, quiet noise on Maxie's part, sounding for all the world like a gasp being stifled.
"We both know what you're doing, you know."
"I...I know." His voice is tight, forced, and Archie smirks despite himself; he waits for a moment longer, listening to the sound of Maxie's breathing becoming heavier, more jagged.
"Tell me you wouldn't be this shy if I were doing it to you."
"Of course not, Archie..."
He's silent just long enough to allow Maxie to think that he won't be asking anything else; he waits until he can hear Maxie's breath catch in his throat to start up again.
"Then why all the secrecy?"
Any attempt at responding is promptly cut short by the sound that escapes him, soft and oddly uncomfortable-sounding. "Nn...nngh..."
Archie smirks to himself; hazily, he wonders if Maxie can see his expression. "I would say that you're killing this by making me wait so long, Maxie. But you're very entertaining to listen to."
Maxie doesn't answer, but Archie can hear his breathing becoming more and more rapid; the sound of him finally stumbling forward on those boots is satisfying, as is the odd whine that escapes Maxie's throat before the sigh, the obvious hitch in his chest before he moves forward, stopping to stand with his legs on either side of Archie's hips again.
Archie turns his head to look, only for Maxie to backhand him hard enough to snap his head to the side again. "Only when I tell you to."
And Archie is about to say something - to taunt him, probably, to laugh at the very least - when his thoughts are immediately stripped away; Maxie's hand has found his shaft again, repeating that quick stroking motion from before and reawakening his nerves, getting a hell of an arch out of his back. Then there's the slight weight of Maxie's coat pressing against his thighs and Maxie's free hand against his chest, and he realizes what Maxie's doing a split second before he actually does it -
The actual penetration isn't exactly something that Archie can say that he finds pleasant, despite whatever preparations Maxie had been doing over there; if anything, it's too fast, especially considering the lack of materials. His attention snaps toward his rival, blatantly ignoring any insistence that he not watch this, and he's not surprised when Maxie seems to be sharing the sentiment; his gaze is downcast, focused steadily on Archie's chest, and his breathing is heavy, his lower lip drawn into his mouth.
"...all right there, Maxie?"
Maxie's gaze snaps up abruptly, a smirk overtaking his features again, though the expression is vaguely uncertain; Archie hates how unsure he is of whether this is because of the situation as a whole or because that question was...not half as mocking as he'd intended it to be. Not gentle; perhaps gentler.
Either way, Maxie doesn't give him a verbal response, outside of the soft sound that escapes him along with his breath when he nods; the gesture is brief, tight, and there's a definite fire in his eyes when he actually begins to move.
They don't really have a rhythm at the beginning, nor do they ever really find one; the act is carnal, not for any sort of satisfaction outside of the purely physical, and Maxie clearly doesn't give a damn about establishing anything that will make it any easier. Archie doesn't exactly care, perfectly content to resort to tipping his head back and bucking into Maxie's body, grinding against him and trying to ignore the odd constriction around his hips where Maxie had yanked those fishnets down and left them, resulting in the material being wrapped awkwardly around him; when he comes, he does so hard.
As Maxie had said in the beginning - it really has been a while.
Maxie all but collapses as soon as Archie finishes, bracing one of his arms against Archie's chest to catch himself but very definitely flopping forward; he stays there for what seems like a long while, and after a moment his shoulders begin shaking in an odd, jerky motion that might have been mistaken for crying, had it been anyone else. Archie's seen this enough to know that he's laughing, the sound gone but the gesture the same, and Maxie's odd, grinning expression when he finally looks up again is more than enough to confirm it.
When he does get up, the motion is hesitant at first, still vaguely pained when he finally stands; he stumbles again on those boots, having to brace his hand against the wall to catch himself, before he seems to find his balance and pulls up those stockings again. Archie realizes hazily that he has no idea if Maxie even came or not.
And then Maxie turns to leave, moving toward the more secluded area at the back of that cave.
"Forgetting something?" Archie's tone is pointed, his gaze shifting to clearly indicate those bindings; he doesn't like the way Maxie smirks at him in response.
"As though you won't kill me after something like that," Maxie replies; though his tone is teasing, the look in his eyes is not. "I'll give you some time to cool off, all right?"
With that announcement and one last incredibly mocking smile, he vanishes, the darkness at the back of the cave swallowing him whole; Archie finds himself thinking that if Maxie wants any truce they may have made to still hold after this, he'll have the common sense to wait to untie him until well after he's passed out.