Chapter 94: The only comfort I know (suggestive)
"But my te-"
"Shut the fuck up, Andrew, or I might get really mad." Maxwell stated, and Andrew froze. Maxwell’s expression hardened, and Andrew knew that if he pushed this too much, he could be in big trouble. So, being the good boy that he was, Andrew bent forward and kissed Maxwell.
It was a chaste kiss, and when Andrew pulled away, he could tell Maxwell was pouting.
"I...I feel weird kissing you like that when I’m missing my teeth. Can you forgive me? I just..." Andrew trailed off. Maxwell dropped his hands to run one over his face, and the other one he rested on his hip. The look he gave Andrew once he raised his head made a shiver go down Andrew’s spine.
Maxwell was on an edge. He was feeling a lot of emotions, and Andrew denying him a serious kiss was going to set him off.
Maxwell reached for Andrew and grabbed his sweater. His grip tightened, and he yanked Andrew closer before turning on his heel and dragging him behind him and into the bedroom.
"You don’t want to kiss me? Fine. Alright." Maxwell yanked him closer, destabilizing him, before pushing him towards the bed. Andrew fumbled, catching himself at the last minute as Maxwell stared at him with hard, blue eyes. "Get on the bed and strip, Andrew. I’ll take it out on you in a different way."
"T-Take it out on me? Are you that angry?" Andrew asked, worried, and Maxwell frowned.
"I am not mad. I’m fucking pissed that another person harmed you, even though I already knew, and I need some comfort. You won’t kiss me, so I’m going a different route." Maxwell huffed. "I probably sound angry, but that’s not it. I need to feel that you’re safe, and kissing you was the quickest way to do that. You don’t want to, so now I’m going to suck your dick like a lollipop until I’m happy. Sounds good?" Andrew’s mouth fell open at the hard, quick way the words fell out of Maxwell’s mouth.