Chapter 20: Eager? You bet. (m)
"Y-You’re going to keep your shirt on?" Andrew asked, nervous and Maxwell chuckled. It was nice to be able to see his face, and read his expressions. He could tell that Maxwell was hot and bothered, which only made his cock throb. He’d already cum twice, and he knew it wasn’t enough. Maxwell, on the other hand, hadn’t cum at all. Andrew was worried. Should he make sure that he came? Or should he cum at least once before they started?
"Do you want me to take my shirt off? Am I not sexy enough with just my top on?" Andrew glanced down Maxwell’s body, staring at him intensely. He bent forward, staring at his chest, shoulders, and stomach. Hmm. It was really fucking hot to see his nipples nice and perky against the fabric, but if he was honest, he’d rather see his bare skin. He wanted to kiss and touch him, like Maxwell was doing to him. Maxwell’s chuckle brought Andrew’s gaze back to his face, and Maxwell was staring down at him, licking his lips.
"What?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell grinned.
"You’re looking at me like you want to eat me, Andrew." Andrew felt his face heat, and he swallowed.
"Well, that’s not...wrong. I do want to eat you." Maxwell pressed a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling his throat as he moved down his body, pressing kisses against his skin. Andrew groaned, the feel of his soft lips and tongue against his skin making his balls draw up. "Fuck, Max." Andrew was distracted enough that he didn’t notice until he felt his skin against his own. Max had crawled onto his lap.
Max noticed when Andrew froze, and chuckled.
"What’s wrong, Andrew?" He asked as the man below him tried to regulate his breathing.
"Max, you’re so soft. I really want to touch you. I bet you have a nice ass. All soft and warm. Can I touch it?" Andrew begged, and Max swallowed thickly. Andrew was watching his face as his words left his mouth. Max grinned at the man, his eyes turning into beautiful, blue crescents.
"And I’m dripping too. Did you want to feel that?" Andrew inhaled, taking in the scent of Maxwell that made his head feel dizzy.
"Yeah I do." Andrew readily agreed, and Maxwell laughed. Maxwell shifted. He’d been hovering over him, his thighs against Andrews, but now he fully sat down, and the groan that left Andrew was involuntary.
When Max had said he was wet, he hadn’t thought too hard about it. But now? He was slick against his cock, and he knew that was intentional. He knew that Maxwell had sat himself just right so that he could rub against the man. The warmth, the wetness against his dick and him trembling.