Chapter 66: It’s not a competition Maxwell (m)
If Maxwell had been wanting Andrew to cry for him, the man had easily achieved it in two strokes.
Maxwell discovered that he quite liked the water lapping at them in time with their thrusts, and he especially liked it when Andrew’s grip slipped and Maxwell slipped down on Andrew’s cock a little deeper than either one of them was expecting. Andrew pressed his face against Maxwell’s skin, the way the two of them were rocking their bodies against each other making his toes curl.
There was a little trick that Maxwell liked to do where he circulated his hips, hitting something deep inside of him that had him clenching around Andrew hard enough that he feared for his dick. At the same time, Andrew felt like he could cum every time that Maxwell did that.
Maxwell was back in full force, no longer the weeping angel he had been before. Instead he was watching Andrew’s face, taking in every little twitch and face he was making. Reveling in what he was doing to Andrew, Maxwell leaned in and pressed kisses against his neck. Andrew lost all of his breath, especially with the way Maxwell was curling his pheromones around him, enticing him further.
"Fuck. Max." Andrew ground out, and felt Maxwell clench around him. Andrew couldn’t even move and Maxwell swirled his hips, rubbing against him, swallowing Andrew whole.
"Are you gonna cum?" Maxwell asked against Andrew’s skin, and Andrew nodded. It was a lot for him. Their wet bodies rubbing against each other, the sharp bite from Maxwell’s nails on his shoulders, the pheromones and the way Maxwell’s warm, wet hole clenched around him. He had worried that he was going to have some problems because of their conversation but he shouldn’t have.
Of course Maxwell could make him cum.
Maxwell nibbled on Andrew’s collarbone and Andrew shuddered. He felt his cock twitch and Maxwell groaned.
"You can cum Andrew. I want you to." Andrew trembled, clenching his teeth. He was stubborn, and didn’t want to cum alone. It was a pride thing. Maxwell, who knew his habits well enough at this point, laughed. "You can cum by yourself. You already made me cum, remember?" Andrew’s mind filled with the image of Maxwell’s face consumed by the pleasure he had provided and he shook. Maxwell continued to press kisses against his skin, his hole tight and warm, rippling on his cock.