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Chapter 185: Starved for each other (suggestive)

Chapter 185: Starved for each other (suggestive)

Andrew was fighting for his life. With Maxwell half buried in the blankets, his eyes glowing in the slight blanket cave he’d made for himself, and his mouth on his nether regions, Andrew was having a hard time keeping his wits about him. Maxwell wetting and sucking on his cock through the fabric of his underwear?

Diabolical. Andrew had never had that done before. Usually no one wanted to do that, especially after sleeping. Maxwell was nasty, and Andrew appreciated every moment of it.

Andrew clung to the sheets beside him, wanting to put his hands on Maxwell’s head and force him onto his cock, but he knew better. This was Maxwell’s time, and he was enjoying every moment. He could wait till ’breakfast’. Maxwell would be a bit more lenient after he had a ’taste’.

It was like Maxwell truly was an incubus and needed to meet a daily quota. At least with the way he behaved with Andrew. It was something he was going to bring up with the Doctor once they had tackled the main concern.

"Andy, you aren’t focusing." Maxwell warned, his little teeth sinking a little deeper into the tender flesh and Andrew jerked.

"Sorry! I’m paying attention now!" Andrew squeaked and Maxwell chuckled.

"Good. I want you to paint my throat, got it? Can you do that, Andy?" Maxwell asked sweetly and Andrew closed his eyes for a moment, shuddering. He would do anything that man asked of him if he spoke to him like that.

"I think I can manage that." Andrew got out, his throat tense. His whole body was tense, especially with Maxwell licking and nibbling on his cock. Fuck, his mouth was magic. He would never turn down an offer for Maxwell to go down on him.

He couldn’t control the sound that left him when Maxwell pulled his balls into his mouth, sucking on them gently. The warmth from his mouth made his cock jerk, and when he chuckled at Andrew’s behaviour...Andrew was a goner.

"Max, Angel, have pity on me. It’s the first thing in the morning. I’m going to shoot quickly." Andrew warned and Maxwell let go of his balls with a soft ’pop’ noise. Andrew shook.

Maxwell looked up at him coyly, blinking his big, blue eyes at him slowly.

"But I still get breakfast, right?" He asked and Andrew felt himself chuckle.

"Of course." Maxwell pressed a kiss against the tip of his dick in reward.

"Good. Now, don’t warn me when you cum. I just want you to shoot, alright?" Maxwell told him, running his tongue along the underside of his cock as if for emphasis. Andrew threw his head back, nodding as the man reached his tip again and swallowed his cock.

"Dear lord." Andrew whispered, Maxwell’s mouth like a sweet, sweet vice as he sucked the soul out of him. He didn’t go fast, and instead went slow and deep. Andrew could feel his toes curl as he came closer and closer to climax. Biting his lip, Andrew did his best to do as Maxwell ordered and when he came, Maxwell let out a startled noise, before he moaned and lowered himself further onto Andrew’s cock until Andrew worried he was going to choke.

He found that he was the one choking as the pleasure took over his body and Maxwell swallowed over and over on his cock, rubbing his own throat to give Andrew more pleasure.

Andrew felt tears pour from his eyes, his body shaking and held in tense pleasure until Maxwell slowly drew up, releasing his cock without any sound. He licked his cock like it was his favourite snack, before wiping his lips delicately with his fingers and smiling up at Andrew.

Andrew, who was a mess, stared down at the man who was in such a good mood, Andrew almost felt suspicious something else was going on. Did he have something planned for Richard’s parents beyond what he already knew? He certainly hoped not.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" Andrew asked instead, pushing the thoughts to the side. Maxwell shook his head, rising up to show Andrew that he’d cum from rubbing his cock against the sheets while sucking Andrew off.

Damn, if that wasn’t hot. He got off from sucking him off. Andrew could feel lust filling his body.

"Not unless you want to eat my ass, no." Andrew’s eyes lit up and Maxwell backtracked immediately. "I was kidding! I would much rather your cock fill me then your tongue right now." Andrew felt like the wind had been taken out of his sails and he sighed. Maxwell shook his head, smirking. "I’m partially to blame, since I brought it up, but you really like that, don’t you?" Andrew nodded.

"You taste delicious. I want a taste of you, always." Andrew told him honestly. He wasn’t lying. He loved the taste of Maxwell. It was a cross between his pheromones, and something else that was just...at the core of who he was. He wasn’t sure how else to describe it. He just knew he really, really liked it.

He also liked how Maxwell tried to wiggle away from him when he teased his sphincter just a little too much and he was getting close to soaking his face and tongue with more of the fluids Andrew loved so much.

"Alright, while I love to hear that, I’m throbbing to have you inside me right now. Let’s go get washed up, shall we, and then have our breakfast?" Maxwell suggested, tossing the blankets off of him before he pulled his night shirt over his head. Andrew watched him intently, and Maxwell’s grin was completely inscrutable.

"We should." Andrew agreed, pulling himself up and out of the bed before he reached for Maxwell, and with a shout, he had Maxwell under his arm like a bad kitten and was carrying the other man to the bathroom. Maxwell was rotating between shouting, and laughing as Andrew threw him into the shower and turned it on.

Maxwell shrieked, yelling at Andrew as his pants got soaked, but Andrew was grinning. He pulled off his own underwear, the only thing he wore to bed, he stepped into the cold stream of water, reaching for the handle to turn up the temperature as he caught Maxwell’s angry lips in a deep kiss.

A kiss so deep it silenced the angry man, his fists curling up against his bare chest instead of beating against it. Andrew felt the water warm, and Maxwell pulled away, a slightly dazed look in his eyes.

"We forgot to grab condoms." He whispered and Andrew didn’t hesitate. He stepped out of the shower, heading for the drawer they normally kept them in and tore open the box, grabbing a strand of them. When Maxwell gave him a confused look as he approached, Andrew grinned.

"You’re usually never satisfied after one round, Maxy. I’m just making sure we’re prepared. I can’t have you going hungry." Andrew stepped back into the shower, tossing the condoms towards the bench that they normally used. "I live to serve you, after all. And you work so hard during the week. You deserve to be dicked down as much as you want on the weekends." Maxwell started laughing, even as Andrew pressed a kiss against his cheek, bending until he was pressing more kisses against his throat.

Maxwell angled his head, allowing Andrew more access even as he continued to laugh.

"I deserve it, huh? It has nothing to do with your own personal feelings?" He teased and Andrew pulled back, blinking his eyes at him. He was aware he was still wearing his glasses, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be able to see him, and Maxwell was usually kind enough to wipe them so that Andrew could see him in full.

"My personal feelings? Gosh no. It has nothing to do with the fact that you make my stomach fill with butterflies and your mouth feels so good I would gladly go to war for you." Maxwell covered his mouth, trying to silence himself, but the cutest snort in the world left his mouth and a sense of pride filled Andrew.

He’d made Maxwell snort. He’d have to record this day down in his planner. He couldn’t forget it. Andrew felt his chest puff out, and that only made Maxwell snort again. He looked embarrassed, his ears turning pink as he tried to calm himself down.

"You’re so adorable. Can you snort again?" Andrew teased, but also 100% meant it. Maxwell glared at him, his shoulders still shaking from his laughter. Andrew would admit that did take a bit of the sting out of his glare. He wasn’t planning to tell Maxwell that, but he had a feeling that he already knew.

"You are so dead, Dr. Knox." Maxwell warned and Andrew pressed a kiss against his forehead, the water hitting him practically scalding, but the temperature that Maxwell liked it. Andrew shifted him closer so that Maxwell was under the stream and Andrew began to tug at the band of the pants he wore to bed.

"Am I, Mr. Beckett? What a tragedy. I guess I won’t be able to help you with breakfast. By the way, can you take these off? No reason in particular, I just want to make sure you’re wet enough to take all of me inside." Andrew’s smile was calm, relaxed, his movements slow and steady and Maxwell groaned.

"You call me an incubus, but you don’t even look in the mirror. Fine, I’ll take my pants off. You better get a condom on your cock and your ass on that bench or I am sitting down raw." Maxwell warned, his face red as he stomped out of the water to take off his pants. Andrew was grinning as he rushed towards the bench, nearly slipping as he did so. He knew he wasn’t in any real danger, but it was best not to test him when his voice had that tone to it.

Andrew was excited for breakfast this morning.

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