Chapter 350: A tender love (m)
Andrew’s mouth found the soft flesh of the man undulating on top of him, taking his cock deeper inside of him. Squeezing and holding him deep inside of him, his warmth a tight vice around Andrew’s cock. Andrew moaned, his fingers digging into Maxwell’s soft flesh, gripping him so tightly he knew that his pale skin would hold the marks for hours.
The sound of their moans mixed with the sound of water hitting the tiles around them as Andrew sat on a temporary stool brought into the shower stall. Andrew’s feet clenched on the tile as Maxwell’s internal grip tightened around him particularly tight, and Andrew clenched his teeth, before turning his attentions back to the slender neck under his mouth, the soft way Maxwell let out a little fluttering moan as Andrew’s tongue licked closer and closer to the back of his neck.
Maxwell gushed around Andrew’s cock, making the already slick rocking movement even slicker. Andrew’s lap felt wet his his passions, and it was a damn compliment that the man was so hot and bothered for him.
"You like taking my cock?" Andrew asked against the thin throat before him, pressing his lips and tongue against it, tasting every little drop of sweat and water pearling on his skin.
"You couldn’t stop me from taking this cock. It’s mine." The possessiveness in his voice, in the panting, needy breath washed over Andrew. It made his balls draw taunt, his grip tightened just a little too far and Maxwell made a soft noise of complaint.
"It’s yours." Andrew promised, letting the man rock his hips, find his pleasure with his cock. Andrew enjoyed himself, his whole body tight with tension as Maxwell’s hands gripped his shoulders, his fingers claws. He rubbed a particularly deep spot inside of him and gasped, leaning forward and wrapping more of his body around Andrew, his nails digging into his back as he continued to rock against that spot.
Andrew grit his teeth, holding off his own climax so that Maxwell could find his own. Andrew reached down, releasing his hip to grab Maxwell’s cock in his own hand. Maxwell swelled in his hand, his nails digging in more as Andrew stroked the throbbing cock in his hand in time with Maxwell’s shifting hips. Andrew continued kissing and licking his skin, tasting the man in his lap. Letting him have control in the way that Maxwell craved, but not letting him have full control.
When Andrew had been lost, trying to figure himself out, he’d let the man have a lot of control. It had been necessary at the time, a protective blanket that had protected both of them. Andrew couldn’t let that remain. He needed Maxwell to understand that they were in this together now. No more acting on his own. No more doing everything without asking or acknowledging Andrew.
That included the bedroom.
Sure, it was hot as hell when Maxwell took complete control, having his way with Andrew. He wasn’t a damn idiot. He did find it hot as hell. But he was no push over. He’d never been one, otherwise he wouldn’t have survived the few visits his father had paid to their apartment.