Chapter 349: A possessive omega (m)
Andrew sunk his fingers into the other man’s hair, unable to stop himself as he kissed the other man. Hot, wet, their desperate breaths filling the air along with Maxwell’s soft, needy moans. Andrew’s cock felt like a rod in his pants, and with the way that Maxwell was rubbing against him in his lap, Andrew couldn’t exactly be expected to hold himself back.
Andrew tore his mouth away, pressing his lips against Maxwell’s skin, trying to breathe past the intoxicating scent that filled his nostrils. So sweet and cloying that Andrew could barely think. Maxwell wasn’t anywhere near his heat right now, it was damn near impossible given how recently it had happened, but he was drunk. Or at least intoxicated.
He wasn’t in full control of all of his abilities.
"The bathroom." Andrew mumbled against the skin he was licking, kissing. "We should be fine if we do it in the bathroom. Why the fuck would he go there?" Andrew muttered and Maxwell let out a soft sigh, his own hands rubbing up and down Andrew’s arms and back.
"I agree. The bathroom. We can even run the water so he couldn’t hear us." Maxwell whispered and Andrew wanted to kiss him for being so smart. So he did. His lips smothered the other man’s with his own, loving the way they were working together.
They continued kissing each other passionately in Maxwell’s closet until Maxwell pushed away, his lips swollen, his eyes glazed, and his cheeks flushed.
"I need you in me. Get us to the bathroom Andy. I’m damn near throbbing. I want your cock in me so bad." Maxwell’s words were slightly tinged with desperation, and Andrew swallowed. He understood.
Gathering himself, and Maxwell up, Andrew began moving towards the bathroom, Maxwell holding onto him tightly, kissing his throat as Andrew groaned. The man wasn’t making this easier, but then again, Andrew didn’t mind that he made this harder on him either.
The sweet, spicy scent of Maxwell surrounded him, making his head feel a little dizzy as Maxwell slammed the bathroom door closed behind them. Andrew stumbled to the counter, placing Maxwell there and the man only released Andrew to tear his clothes off. The way he was watching Andrew, the way his gaze burned hot had Andrew worried he was going to bust in his pants before he even got undressed.
"Take your clothes off." Maxwell ordered. The glaze that Andrew had worried about leaving his eyes, desire replacing it. Andrew swallowed, listening to the other man. He only pulled away from Maxwell to fish in the drawer where he had shoved the condoms. Maxwell smiled approvingly.