Chapter 162: Ride it, baby (m)
About five minutes in Andrew knew he wasn’t going to get what he wanted without a fight of some kind.
Maxwell had his hands all over him, and it wasn’t exactly a fair playing field. The man was completely naked, while Andrew was still mostly dressed. Maxwell’s hands and lips were wandering, and it only got worse when Andrew sat down on the bed.
Maxwell’s grip around his back relaxed until Maxwell shifted and he was on his knees, not fully sitting in Andrew’s lap anymore. This position gave him a little more leverage, and more control. Andrew let the man kiss and nibble at him, more worried about getting his clothes off as soon as possible.
It seemed that while Maxwell had been focused on that task, since most of his clothing was unbuttoned, as soon as they got to the bedroom, he changed direction. Now he was busy distracting Andrew from his task.
"Max." Andrew warned, and felt the smaller man smile against his skin.
"What?" Maxwell asked, running his tongue along Andrew’s throat and up towards his ear. Maxwell nibbled on his earlobe, and Andrew swallowed. This wasn’t helped by the fact that Maxwell was rocking his hips so that his cock was rubbing against Andrew’s stomach.
"You know what you’re doing." Andrew murmured, and Maxwell chuckled, sinking his teeth in a little deeper before he kissed where he’d bitten. Soothing the bite. Maxwell continued rocking his hips. Andrew was about to grumble some more until Maxwell began to wrap his pheromones around Andrew’s throat, choking him with their potency.
"Oh? What am I doing, Baby? Playing with my lover?" Maxwell’s breath fanned against Andrew’s ear and he shivered. His hands had stilled as soon as Maxwell’s pheromones came into play. Maxwell continued his trail down and across Andrew’s neck, speaking once more when he got to his other ear. "Is that a crime? If it is, I know where some handcuffs are." Andrew shuddered.
Unable to help himself, he wrapped his hands around Maxwell’s waist, loving the way his skin felt against his hands. He was so soft, his skin creamy in contrast to his own. Maxwell was practically purring the moment Andrew put his hands on him, and Andrew sighed, leaning his throat back, letting Maxwell do what he wanted.
Maxwell was greedy, kissing and nibbling on the offered skin like Andrew had opened up a buffet, and he wasn’t able to stop himself twitching and moaning lightly when Maxwell kissed somewhere particularly sensitive.
"My Andy." Maxwell’s soft whisper caught Andrew by surprise, but only a little bit. Andrew closed his eyes, his lips turning up into a smile.