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Chapter 20: Eager? You bet. (m)

Chapter 20: Eager? You bet. (m)

"Y-You’re going to keep your shirt on?" Andrew asked, nervous and Maxwell chuckled. It was nice to be able to see his face, and read his expressions. He could tell that Maxwell was hot and bothered, which only made his cock throb. He’d already cum twice, and he knew it wasn’t enough. Maxwell, on the other hand, hadn’t cum at all. Andrew was worried. Should he make sure that he came? Or should he cum at least once before they started?

"Do you want me to take my shirt off? Am I not sexy enough with just my top on?" Andrew glanced down Maxwell’s body, staring at him intensely. He bent forward, staring at his chest, shoulders, and stomach. Hmm. It was really fucking hot to see his nipples nice and perky against the fabric, but if he was honest, he’d rather see his bare skin. He wanted to kiss and touch him, like Maxwell was doing to him. Maxwell’s chuckle brought Andrew’s gaze back to his face, and Maxwell was staring down at him, licking his lips.

"What?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell grinned.

"You’re looking at me like you want to eat me, Andrew." Andrew felt his face heat, and he swallowed.

"Well, that’s not...wrong. I do want to eat you." Maxwell pressed a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling his throat as he moved down his body, pressing kisses against his skin. Andrew groaned, the feel of his soft lips and tongue against his skin making his balls draw up. "Fuck, Max." Andrew was distracted enough that he didn’t notice until he felt his skin against his own. Max had crawled onto his lap.

Max noticed when Andrew froze, and chuckled.

"What’s wrong, Andrew?" He asked as the man below him tried to regulate his breathing.

"Max, you’re so soft. I really want to touch you. I bet you have a nice ass. All soft and warm. Can I touch it?" Andrew begged, and Max swallowed thickly. Andrew was watching his face as his words left his mouth. Max grinned at the man, his eyes turning into beautiful, blue crescents.

"And I’m dripping too. Did you want to feel that?" Andrew inhaled, taking in the scent of Maxwell that made his head feel dizzy.

"Yeah I do." Andrew readily agreed, and Maxwell laughed. Maxwell shifted. He’d been hovering over him, his thighs against Andrews, but now he fully sat down, and the groan that left Andrew was involuntary.

When Max had said he was wet, he hadn’t thought too hard about it. But now? He was slick against his cock, and he knew that was intentional. He knew that Maxwell had sat himself just right so that he could rub against the man. The warmth, the wetness against his dick and him trembling.

"You’re being mean." Andrew complained, and Maxwell’s smile turned a little wicked. The only thing that helped Andrew was the fact that Maxwell’s breath was coming in shallow breaths. He wasn’t unaffected.

"Andrew, your job is to watch and experience this. You yourself wanted your hands tied for my safety. So you better let me be safe." Maxwell moved, leaning around Andrew’s shoulder and confused, he didn’t know why until Maxwell came back with a condom wrapper. Andrew’s eyes widened, and Maxwell grinned. "So? Are you ready to watch?" Andrew’s mouth was open, he had no idea what Maxwell meant as he tucked the condom into his little shirt pocket and with one hand still on Andrew’s shoulder, leaned back. His face became slightly out of focus, but that wasn’t what Andrew was focusing on.

Maxwell’s hand was roaming down his body, making a slow trail towards his crotch. Andrew couldn’t have moved his gaze if he tried. He was entranced, wondering what Max was up to. He gripped his cock for a second, and Andrew groaned, watching Maxwell jerk himself off in his lap. He wanted to do that. He wanted to help.

"Max, I want to taste you too. Want to come up here and put your cock in my mouth? I promise I’ll swallow." Andrew watched as Maxwell’s eyes flared, turning a brighter shade of blue, but he shook his head with a naughty grin.

"No." He told him, and Andrew wanted to whimper. He wanted to lick and suck and taste Maxwell. He bet he tasted good.

"But why? My mouth’s empty. It could be put to work." Maxwell’s expression shifted, and he licked his lips.

"It could be put to work?" He asked, his hand still tight around his cock. Andrew wanted to be the one wrapped around it.

"Y-Yeah. Please?" Andrew begged, and watched as Maxwell released his own cock and moved his hand.

"No, Andrew. It’s your punishment for not letting me have it exactly as I wanted it." Andrew’s brows furrowed, confused, until he felt Maxwell’s fingers graze his cock, on their way to-

Oh!

Andrew’s attention shifted from Maxwell’s hand, to his face. Maxwell chuckled as his fingers entered his body, and he sighed. Andrew watched Maxwell’s expression, watching as his body moved, shifting on top of him. As his thighs clenched and unclenched as he spread himself, stretching himself to take Andrew. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him as his face turned red, his ears burning with colour. He gasped, a soft sound that escaped from those soft lips and Andrew had to swallow.

"A-Are you okay?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell nodded, his eyes closed as he focused. Andrew, who had been passively sitting back, watching, waiting, couldn’t anymore, and leaned forward. He pressed his nose against Maxwell’s throat, inhaling. Maxwell shivered, but didn’t stop his movements. "Does it feel good, Max?" Andrew asked, his nose rubbing against the column of his neck. Maxwell’s breathy exhale, followed by his nod, had Andrew’s head spinning. Maxwell chuckled.

"Eager?" He teased, feeling Andrew’s cock twitching against him. Andrew pressed a kiss against his skin and then sucked on the spot he kissed, wanting to taste Maxwell, but also punish him for teasing him so easily. Maxwell sucked in, before he felt a gush of damp warmth against his cock. Andrew hid his smile against Maxwell’s neck.

"Take your time, Max. I don’t want to hurt you. I mean, I have no idea who you’ve been with before, but I can guess that you’re probably nice and tight. I bet you’re warm, too. God, I can’t wait to feel you squeezing me as you cum from my cock inside of you." Maxwell’s breath came in fast pants, and Andrew could tell he was getting worked up. He was getting impatient, and Andrew knew it for sure when he began to wiggle against him.

Andrew kept peppering the skin of Maxwell’s neck with kisses and gentle bites. Maxwell’s soft moans, and the wetness he felt against his cock really got him going, but he wanted Max to cum if he wanted to. No, he had a feeling that he needed to. Otherwise, he’d feel guilty. It wasn’t a guarantee that he would cum from penetration.

"Andrew, move back." Maxwell ordered, and Andrew sat back. He took a moment to look at Maxwell’s face. Flushed, eyes hazy, his lips damp and still slightly swollen, he looked like a sex icon. Andrew felt his heart race in his chest just looking at him. Maxwell pulled the condom out of his little pocket, using his teeth to tear it open. "We don’t have as much time as I would like, since I don’t know when my assistant and the Doctor are going to arrive. So, I hope you’ll forgive me being a little rushed." He gave Andrew a small smile that stole Andrew’s heart in between one beat and the next.

"I-It’s totally fine. As long as you’re okay." Andrew muttered, and Maxwell grinned.

"Andrew, I’m about to put your cock in my ass. I’m fine. You should know how wet I am. There’s going to be a stain in my mattress." Maxwell bent forward to sink his teeth into Andrew’s neck, and Andrew couldn’t breathe. He exhaled shakily.

"Max, please." He begged. Maxwell leaned back, licking his lips before fully opening the condom and turning his attention below. He quickly, without much teasing, put the condom on the other man, before turning his gaze to Andrew.

Andrew must have looked desperate, since Maxwell’s smile reached his eyes. His smile was so blinding and distracting, that Andrew didn’t notice he’d shifted higher until he could feel himself at Maxwell’s entrance.

With a groan from both of them. Maxwell sank down on Andrew’s cock. Andrew threw his head back, clenching his muscles so he didn’t cum right away. He was right. Maxwell was warm, and wet, and tight and felt so fucking good.

"Max, you’re so tight." Andrew got out between his clenched teeth. He turned his attention to the man who had a death grip on his shoulder to find him shaking. He worried for a second that it was in pain, until Maxwell opened his eyes and stared at Andrew, his gaze unfocused. Maxwell touched his stomach, a little bit of wonder on his face.

"I can feel you here, Andrew." Andrew stared at the creature before him, awed. Maxwell bit his bottom lip, clenching around Andrew as he slowly drew himself up, before slamming down on his cock. It was a snug fit, and the movement had both of them short of breath. Andrew was regretting having his hands tied, but at the same time, watching Maxwell move was intoxicating.

The man was doing his best to keep up the rhythm, but Andrew could tell he was getting lost in the pleasure. His face was suffused with it, and Andrew was so glad he was close enough to him that he could see. Next time, he’d get contacts. No matter what.

There was a point where he stuttered, his breath coming in fast, quick exhales, and Andrew knew he was close. Maxwell began to grind on him in circular motions, his hips moving almost on his own. Maxwell’s mouth was open, his eyes lidded, and Andrew felt something snap in him.

He heard the tearing, rather than felt it, and finally, he was able to feel Maxwell’s ass in his grasp.

The gasp that left Maxwell’s mouth was quickly covered up by his moan. Andrew, with his firm grip on Maxwell’s ass, lifted him up, before slamming him down. Setting a brutal, almost bruising pace that had Maxwell practically screaming as he came. Andrew didn’t stop, hammering the man’s hole until Maxwell was sobbing, his eyes wet as Andrew sought to make him cum at least one more time. The soft, fluttering feelings on his cock kept the vein in his jaw tight, his teeth clenched, and his balls drawn up. He was ready to go at any second, but he wanted Max to cum again.

"A-Andrew, slow down." Maxwell managed to get out, his eyes wide as he stared at the man before him. Andrew’s focus was on Maxwell’s face, so he could tell that he was overwhelmed.

"I will when you cum again. Can you do that for me? I want to watch." Andrew asked, his voice harsh and foreign to his own ears. Maxwell’s face crumbled, and he pressed his forehead against Andrew’s shoulder.

"Oh god, Andrew, it feels so good." Maxwell’s cry was music to Andrew’s ears, and it was a few thrusts later when he felt Maxwell tighten around him.

"Cum, Max. I’m seconds behind you." Maxwell practically sobbed Andrew’s name as he painted Andrew’s chest with his cum. Andrew moaned, jerking in Maxwell’s tight warmth as he came.

Both sat, panting, as they recovered. Maxwell’s little flutters around Andrew’s cock didn’t help the fact that Andrew was still hard, but he felt the haziness fading slightly.

"So, do you feel better?" Maxwell asked, a small, tender smile on his face. Andrew swallowed. He did feel better, but he was sure he was feeling something else too.

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