Chapter 114: A pouting man
It was another day of Maxwell doing work from the bedroom, but this time, Andrew did feel a little responsible. Maxwell had given him permission, but about halfway through, Maxwell had passed out.
Apparently, Andrew had been a little too intense.
Andrew had stopped counting how many times Maxwell had cum after the fifth time, and poor Maxwell was sat glaring at Andrew, his cheeks flushed and several new hickies all over his neck and shoulders.
Andrew did feel a little bit bad, but he also felt...satisfied in a way he couldn’t put into words. When Maxwell wasn’t looking at him, glaring at him, he was smiling to himself at the memory.
It was also good because Maxwell had woken up out of his heat. He was now free of it, and Maxwell told him that it was the fastest he’d ever fully come out of his heat. Small victories, right?
Andrew chuckled nervously as he brought Maxwell his lunch in bed. He had insisted on it since he didn’t want to be carried to the dining room. He was either going to walk, or not. Given his current condition, he wasn’t walking anywhere.
Andrew had apologised, but Maxwell hadn’t seen it as sincere. He saw the little smile on Andrew’s face, and had smacked him repeatedly.
Even now, as Andrew approached, Maxwell’s previous neutral face stoned over, and his turned down. He was pouting, and it was unfortunate that Andrew found him so endearing when the man was so upset with him. Andrew didn’t know that he could get so angry.
Maybe it was also because he was embarrassed? That he passed out part way through? There was no need for it. Andrew took it as a compliment that Maxwell had been so exhausted by his repetitive motions that he couldn’t take it anymore. It was flattering, and Andrew had made sure to take care of him properly after he’d passed out.
Andrew had loved being able to care for him, and for Maxwell to, even subconsciously, trust him to do so. It had been a sweet moment for Andrew, but Maxwell had not taken it the same way.
"How is my busy businessman doing today?" Andrew asked, bringing in the tray with a smile. He’d made some of Maxwell’s favourites. Well, it was always a plan to make something that was in his favourites, but he’d tried extra hard. Maxwell narrowed his eyes at the tray.