Chapter 139: What a pretty colour (m)
"Have you done this before?" Andrew felt the words slip out of his mouth before he could stop himself and Maxwell paused. Maxwell was currently straddling Andrew’s chest with his thighs spread apart and his bulge rubbing against Andrew’s muscles there.
He was doing this while attempting to tie the rope he’d tied to Andrew’s wrists around one of the posts. He’d gotten one, but was struggling with the other. Andrew watched as Maxwell stuck his tongue out, the light pink muscle darting in and out of his mouth and making Andrew’s already straining cock even harder.
Maxwell had let him take his top off, even helped him, but had kept his pants on. Andrew felt restrained in several ways, and his hands were the least of his problems right now.
Maxwell turned his gaze down towards the man who was beneath him. Andrew was sure he looked like a mess, but Maxwell wasn’t much better. His vest was open, and a few of the buttons on his shirt were undone. His own cock was straining against his pants, his face was flushed, and he looked like absolute sin.
Andrew was regretting letting Maxwell tie him up, but it was too late. Even if he wanted his hands all over the other man, it just wasn’t going to happen. Andrew was not about to break the bed in Maxwell’s parents house.
He had to remind himself of that fact, or else it had the potential to be a very real possibility.
"Only a few times. Never here, though. And never with such a handsome man." Andrew blushed as Maxwell smiled at him. "Now stop wiggling. Otherwise I’m going to put that mouth to work." Andrew shifted under him, his cock throbbing.
Fucking damn it. He knew what he was doing to him, especially from the little way he smirked.
"Can you at least take off your top too? Please, Maxy?" Andrew was not above begging. Especially as Maxwell got the silken rope tightened around the second post and Andrew’s hands were tied above his head.