Not being one for general pranks, he often found that his solutions tended to be ones intended to be a simple solution solved in his mind. At times taking a subtle and deft hand, others far more of a heavy handed approach. He'd hoped it wouldn't be necessary for her Roommate, not believing even he would be able to get away from mistreatment of someone else that seemed close and important to the red-head. Alas, it meant putting her to sleep if she interfered had been far more palatable. "That or. . ." His eyes drifted towards the ring that hung on her finger, unbeknownst to him, she'd been thinking along the same thought path. "Imagine, us invisible, cuddled closely. . . Lips never coming up for air all the while she's just in the room unawares." Why did that give him more of a rise than it should've?
That didn't help his already precarious situation involving his urges and desires for Max, in fact, that only seemed to stoke the flames as if he tossed dried out wood onto a dying yet hungry fire. Her eyes settled on him and he knew that his words had reached her, that the feeling had been mutual on their personal claim for themselves and one another. There were times it didn't need to be stated in words, other times it felt as if needed to be said as a reminder not to worry - the thoughts of straying were the furthest thing from their minds. This had been one of those moments, he found, where the two response met and had been reciprocated perfectly.
His lips curled into a smile, the way her words eased out into their environment struck at him like cupids arrow. He wasn't sure how much more he could've fallen in love with her, how deep the desire to be every bit of a good presence in her life, to being that 'Other Half'. It had met a deep well that extended into a mixture of his desire, a desire that wasn't primal lust but a love-lust. "I had always intended for you to only be mines. . ." The ritual of Oil would end up pounding into mind the words that were about to unfold from his lips. "And one day. . . I'll make sure to prove it with something that holds that very visible meaning." As he spoke this, his hands shifted to the ring that he'd given her - the one that had been placed on the hand and finger that held a greater insinuation depending on the type of ring, the oath. The idea of marriage in the future, once upon a time, would've earned a demeaning scoff and yet now it'd been one of the many plans he'd hoped been in the cards for the both of them in their future.
After all, they'd already said the words, made their person pledge to stand by one another.
His current conditioned had been very uncomfortable, embarrassing, and far too honest for his liking. Senan smiled lightly as he felt the presence of her hand hover against his own, the soft touch that sent shivers of pleasure and happiness through him at the same time. "I suppose part of me is. . . Hoping that it won't help." For her to aggravate it and please it, to be placed in a position where his body knew the amount of ecstasy that would throttle through it with Maxine so close to the most sensitive part of him in the moment. Yet, it hadn't been the time, it didn't seem like the right moment after everything and especially not the way he had wanted their first time together to unfold. When her hand shifted a sense of anticipation riled up inside of him, the presence of her hand on his lap caused his back to arch ever so slightly while he leaned into the soft touch of her lips against his cheek. "I don't want to sleep either. . . Not yet."
Senan's gaze lifted up, watching Max intently. Part of him hoping she wouldn't, while part of him had begged that she would sit on his lap, to straddle him and let the heat of their desires take them onto a roller coaster ride that they perhaps wouldn't regret. Their lips connected and his eyes closed, chest expanded out and a humming moan vibrated against her lips. The spark of feeling them in his current state had been overwhelming, enjoyable to such levels that it caused every inch of him to throb in heat. Eyelids opened half way, a sense of glaze covered in his gaze as he swallowed lightly. She'd been right, hadn't she. . .?
Reaching his hand out towards her without thinking he slowly started to lead her more towards the bed, lying down in the process of the motion onto his side rather than his back. He needed to resist the urges and the last thing he'd do would be to try and coarse her through touches and trying to override her reason through using the subtle touches of the bodies enjoyments. "Then. . . Come close. . .? I want to feel you close to me." Or at least he didn't intend to do that consciously. Almost as if the heat had been far too unbearable he sat up slightly, his hands reached down to grasp his muscle shirt to pull it off and toss it towards the side. This put the markings on his skin into full sight or at least the ones on his torso.