Chapter 271: Someone has to be an adult here (m)
It didn’t stop once they reached the kitchen. Maxwell found himself bent over the kitchen counter, unable to touch the floor as Andrew fucked him on an angle so that he could raise a glass of water to his lips.
Andrew fully expected him to be able to drink while he drove his cock into him from behind. As if Maxwell was ever going to be able to do that! From the movement alone, that was impossible!
When it became clear that Maxwell couldn’t do that, Andrew bent, pressing his hips into him in a circular motion, drawing moans from Maxwell’s lips as Andrew covered him, glass in hand, and forced Maxwell to drink. Each sip he gave to Maxwell, he took one for himself. When the glass was empty, it was another round of Maxwell being treated like a doll and lifted up, moved like he weighed nothing, and getting a refill of water while Andrew gave him a pounding.
Maxwell was so dizzy, so dazed, he couldn’t even remember how many times Andrew had cum. That was an issue. That was a problem. The condoms were only good for two times, and Maxwell was barely able to keep track of that through his own orgasms. It was great that they were so obvious, but he felt faint from lack of food and water.
"Baby. We need to eat." Maxwell pleaded. "I’m feeling faint. I might pass out." Maxwell told Andrew, hoping that got through to him. Andrew jerked.
"Pass out? No!" Andrew had a rather explosive reaction to that and Maxwell found himself pulled off of Andrew and placed onto the counter. He did kind of feel like an object, but he didn’t mind. Andrew ran around, unaware, but able to grab something from the freezer, unbag it, put it on a plate and then shoved it into the microwave.
Maxwell had barely any energy, but he needed to move. It was a rare second. He wasn’t attached to Andrew’s cock. He needed to go pee, take more birth control pills, and grab a few boxes of condoms. He needed to.
Groaning, he shifted, sliding off of the counter and onto his feet. Andrew spun, gaze amber, face tight. His cock was thrusting towards him aggressively, and Andrew’s nostrils flared.
"What’s wrong?" He asked, no, demanded. Maxwell gave a weak smile.
"I need to pee. I’ll be right back. Make sure the food is done so we can eat, okay? I might pass out otherwise." Andrew froze. It was clear that things could go south at this moment. Maxwell held his breath, waiting.
Andrew’s face scrunched up, before he eventually nodded, turning back to the microwave. He poured the glass of water he’d made into his mouth, before he looked back at Maxwell and gestured to the glass. Maxwell smiled.