Chapter 233: Of course we crossed the line (suggestive)
Andrew hadn’t even turned the lights on in the house before the two of them had their hands on each other. Forget making it to the couch, they still had their shoes on.
Andrew slammed Maxwell against the door, Maxwell’s grip on the back of his neck bruising as he slipped and sucked at Andrew’s tongue. Andrew groaned, holding the man against him with shaking hands, kissing him like he was trying to devour him.
The sounds of their breaths filled the air, and Andrew at least had a small piece of his mind aware that he should lock the door while he was here. Everything else could wait.
Hearing the sound of the lock slid into place, Maxwell’s hand began to tug and Andrew’s clothes, helping him undress. Andrew wasn’t much help. He was focused on the taste of Maxwell, the way his body was twitching against his own, and the feeling of his lips and tongue against his own.
Maxwell didn’t complain, and instead kissed him back just as deeply, but dropped his hands so that he could at least get his jacket off his shoulders.
"Andy." Maxwell whispered against his lips and Andrew released him to toss his jacket to the ground. His fingers went to Maxwell’s jacket, tugging the buttons out of their holes before he pulled it off of him. Maxwell’s hands wrapped around his shoulders, his hands leaving a hot trail across his skin, making him tremble. Andrew sighed softly against Maxwell’s lips, before his hands slid down his body, gripping his ass and he yanked him up and against his crotch. Maxwell let out a gasp that melted into a moan, his kiss more voracious as he ground his cock against Andrew’s. He wrapped his legs around Andrew’s waist and Andrew spun, his steps unsteady as he headed for the couch.
He spun, slamming Maxwell against the cushions, pressing in against him, pinning him down as they continued to kiss and Maxwell’s hands continued to tear and Andrew’s clothing. His wardrobe was limited for the time being, so he was being careful, but Andrew didn’t care. He was focused on rocking his hips against Maxwell’s. Damn.
He’d missed feeling his cock against his own. He missed being in between these thighs. It felt so good to rub against him, to kiss him. To feel Maxwell respond back to him instead of just imagining him in his head. Andrew continued to rock his hips against him, sliding Maxwell’s legs up until they were resting against his thighs so that he had the exact angle that he wanted and continued rocking his hips. He could already feel how damp Maxwell was through his pants, and that made him even more wild.
There were a lot of things that he wanted to do to him. Kiss him, suck him off. Bury himself balls deep in the other man. All of them involved Maxwell’s complete and total agreement, and him begging Andrew for more. It was a heady image, Maxwell under him and begging, but he needed to focus.