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Max, his anxiety having reached absolutely peak levels, had very nearly burned the very heartfelt and extremely spicy Valentine's Day gift he had prepared for Martin, and then eaten the ashes just to be on the safe side. Not only did the series of photos show him in a Highly Compromising Position, but he had basically barfed all of his feelings into the inside of the accompanying Valentine's Day card. At best Martin would probably be polite but secretly weirded out at such an explicit gift; at worst, Max could perfectly visualize Martin and Elijah sitting around (probably after Smooching!) and laughing uproariously at his Weird Boner and Slight Belly, then Martin would compliment the evil serval on his lush foreskin and washboard abs and finally ask if he wanted to be his Official Boyfriend.
Only a chance encounter with Milo in the Temple of Anubis' acolytes' changing room on the day before Valentine's Day itself convinces Max to go for it, although he makes Milo swear the most sacred of oaths before handing over the large envelope for Martin's classmate to hide in his locker.
After a very stressful twelve hours, Max nervously intercepted the coyote on his walk home from school, sure that he'd be instantly rebuffed.
Contrary to his expectations, Max's Valentine's Day gambit paid off handsomely. Martin, already even more riled up than usual, was delighted to receive an array of his best amigo barin' it all, even if the rambling, hastily crossed out and rewritten - although very neatly printed! - message on the inside of the card didn't totally make sense to him, he just chalked that up to his imperfect grasp of Californio and reckoned it probably meant that Max was awful fond of him. With his parents still at work, and Elijah home sick, Martin invited Max over for further Valentine's Day Activities.
Pictured: Max is more than a bit thrown off balance by Martin taking charge, the little coyote forcefully kissing him and barely pausing as he pulled Max's and his own clothes off. Before he can even mentally celebrate his Valentine's Victory, the shy jackal boy finds himself in just his undies being smooched by a Very Seductive Martin.
It only takes a minimum of convincing to get Max out of his underwear, giving Martin far better access for some Strategic Strokin'.
Not Pictured: Martin recognizes the impending signs signs of his pardner's hairtrigger going off and actively encourages him, saying a few choice lewd phrases that literally startle Max into nutting all over himself. Luckily, Max is happy to help him clean up, and to try his hand at giving him a blowjob that lasts longer than three seconds.
Also not pictured: An Extremely Romantic Valentine's 69