Chapter 234: Just to get the edge off (m)
Andrew was in a rush. He was in a rush to pleasure Maxwell, to hear him moaning, to feel him wrapped around his cock, his warmth squeezing him tightly, twitching as he found his own pleasure. Andrew also wanted to drown in his pheromones, his scent, and the way his skin felt under his lips.
"A-Andy. Why aren’t you moving lower?" Maxwell’s voice was raspy, and a little grumpy. Andrew chuckled.
He’d remained just above his underwear line, his lips kissing and teasing his belly button, his stomach, his waist. He’d been focused, intentionally working Maxwell up until he couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t quite there yet, but from his tone, Andrew could tell he was getting close.
He smiled against the skin against his lips, pressing another kiss there.
"Lower? You want me to go lower?" Andrew asked, glancing up at Maxwell. A shiver went down his spine. Maxwell’s gaze was hot, his ears and face flushed, and he was holding onto Andrew’s shoulders with his fingers, digging into his bare flesh. He licked his lips as soon as Andrew made eye contact, and Andrew grinned against the skin of his stomach.
"Andy, don’t you want to taste my cock? I’m so fucking hard for you right now. Please? I hurt." Maxwell, begging for even a moment was hot. Andrew closed his eyes, groaning as he pressed more kisses against the skin below him, but he also began to move. He couldn’t deny the man when he asked so sweetly.
He’d been taking his time before, but now he was full steam ahead. Maxwell found himself undressed completely, his legs splayed completely open for Andrew’s gaze, and Andrew staring at him hungrily.
"A-Andy? Do we have to do this on the couch?" Maxwell asked carefully and Andrew chuckled. He bent, leaving a trail of kisses down Maxwell’s left leg as he made his way closer to the center of his desires.
"Maxy, are you embarrassed? You shouldn’t be. Just relax. I promise you’ll have a good time." Andrew told him and glanced at Maxwell. He wasn’t able to hold onto Andrew at the moment, so instead his hands were sprawled out, gripping onto the back of the couch cushion next to him, and the other was holding onto the armrest above his head. He looked so fucking sexy. Andrew wanted to take his cock out and cover him in his cum, but he also didn’t want to get the couch dirty.