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Chapter 33: Getting to know you (suggestive)

Chapter 33: Getting to know you (suggestive)

Andrew didn’t know how he ended up on the bed, but he wasn’t asking too many questions. Not when he had a Maxwell, a willing and warm Maxwell on top of him. The man was licking his lips as he looked over Andrew, pulling his tie off in a quick, practised movement that had Andrew so hard he felt like a teenager again.

"A-Are we going to sleep together?" Andrew asked tentatively, and Maxwell’s smile in response made Andrew feel like he knew nothing.

"I certainly don’t plan to sleep. Do you?" Andrew shook his head quickly, and Maxwell chuckled. "You were talking so big before, Andy. What happened? Did you get scared?" Andrew shook his head again, swallowing as Maxwell pushed him onto his back and crawled onto his lap. He settled, rocking his hips until Andrew groaned and Maxwell grinned.

"I didn’t get scared. You took my thoughts away." Andrew protested, and Maxwell’s eyes widened, before they softened and he leaned forward. He pressed his lips against Andrew’s in a soft peck. Andrew was panting when he pulled away. His hands were clenched on the sheets of the bed, afraid of what he would do if he put his hands on Maxwell.

It was clear that Maxwell knew exactly how much he affected the man below him, from the smug grin on his face as he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket on top of him. Andrew couldn’t take his eyes off of him, and Maxwell watched as Andrew swallowed thickly, his fingers flexing on the sheets.

"You don’t want to touch me?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew’s gaze shot to his face. Maxwell was trying to look and sound innocent, but Andrew knew that wasn’t anywhere near the truth. He glared at him, and Maxwell tossed his head back and laughed. "What? Why are you so upset? You were upset when I suggested punishing you by not allowing you to touch me, and now you’re upset that I’m going to let you do so. What do you want, Andy?" Andrew was at a loss for words. Maxwell was calling him Andy?

Fuck. He was so fucked.

"I-I just want to not hurt you." Andrew told him, and Maxwell’s grin reminded him of a cat who’d gotten the cream. The smaller men bent forward, his lips barely touching Andrew’s as he spoke.

"Andy Baby, I want you to do whatever you want to me. But with a condom on. It’s too soon for me to get pregnant." Andrew’s head swam with the implications of Maxwell’s words. He gulped.

"Y-You sure? I don’t...I don’t feel like myself." Andrew admitted and Maxwell’s expression softened. He took Andrew’s chin in his hand, pressing a soft, warm kiss against his lips.

"Baby, this is the new you. You’ll get used to it. Pheromones are supposed to be overwhelming. Now come here and feel how wet I am." Andrew nearly choked, as Maxwell sat up and licked his lips again, undoing his belt buckle.

With his jacket undone, several of the buttons on his dress shirt undone, and him pulling his leather belt through his pants loops, Andrew thought Maxwell looked like a sex symbol.

Slowly, and carefully, he raised his hands from the sheets and placed them on Maxwell’s thighs. He was rewarded with Maxwell beaming at him.

"Good job. Can you help me with my shirt next?" He nodded, under the spell Maxwell had cast. He’d willingly do anything this man asked of him. Even if it was to walk into the ocean.

His fingers trembling slightly, he made quick work of Maxwell’s dress shirt, and helped him out of his jacket. Both tops came off at the same time and he was greeted with the expanse of Maxwell’s chest. He was creamy everywhere, and Andrew felt his mouth water.

"Fuck. Your nipples are pink." Andrew muttered, having not had a good look at them before since he hadn’t had his glasses. Maxwell let him look for a moment, and just as he was about to grow impatient, Andrew sat up and wrapped his lips around one of them. He sucked gently, getting used to the feel of it in his mouth, before getting his teeth involved.

Maxwell’s hand threaded through his hair when he bit a little extra hard, and he felt his lips pull up into a smile. Giving a hard suck, he released one to move onto the other, not wanting to neglect either one. He made sure to look up at Maxwell, to see if he was okay, and found the man looking down at him with such a tender expression that Andrew almost stopped.

He could feel his eyes watering, and refused to cry in this situation. He knew it would make Maxwell concerned, and he didn’t want to have to explain that it was because Maxwell was just too beautiful for him to handle. He didn’t think Maxwell would like that too much.

Moving from Maxwell’s slightly swollen pink nipples, Andrew peppered kisses along his skin, sucking and leaving small love bites all over until it looked like Maxwell had been in a field of mosquitos. He was quite pleased with himself, and Maxwell chuckled.

"Happy?" Andrew nodded, until he found himself pushed down again. "Now it’s my turn. Take off your shirt." Happy to oblige, Andrew did as ordered, tossing his shirt off to the side as Maxwell sat on him and admired him. He seemed thoughtful for a moment, and Andrew wondered if there was something wrong.

"Uh, is there a problem?" He asked tentatively, and Maxwell sighed.

"If I’m honest, yes. I hate how your nipples blend in so well with your skin tone, while mine feel like they stand out." Andrew blinked, surprised at his line of thought.

"I think yours suits you quite well. Plus, we have different skin tones." Andrew pointed out, and Maxwell sighed. He frowned, and Andrew had to fight the urge to call him cute.

"You’re right, I’m just feeling bitter. My brother’s don’t have the same colour nipples." He muttered angrily, and Andrew had to bite his lip to keep it inside.

"Ah, so this is a lifelong thing. Well, I can only make them darker, I can’t make them a different shade." Andrew offered, blinking innocently when Maxwell looked at him. Sighing, he smacked Andrew’s chest before leaning forward and kissing him.

"Ha ha. I was being serious." Maxwell protested, settling his weight against the larger man, and Andrew wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close.

"I know. Which is why I held my tongue." Maxwell’s blue eyes flashed.

"You little-"

"Kiss me, Maxy. I want to taste you." Maxwell was unable to resist Andrew and pressed his lips against Andrew’s waiting and willing ones.

The two remained intertwined this way for a long time, tasting and learning each other’s taste until their heartbeats had aligned and Maxwell was a warm weight on Andrew’s chest. Feeling more himself, Andrew waited until Maxwell was even more relaxed before flipping them over, until he was on top of him.

Instead of surprise, Maxwell seemed pleased by their change of positions, running his hands down Andrew’s arms as Andrew got up on his elbows above him. Andrew separated from Maxwell, a long line of saliva between them, and Andrew loved that.

"You ready, Maxy?" He asked, and Maxwell furrowed his brows, his lips kiss swollen and pink and Andrew wanted to nibble on them.

"What happened to Angel?" He asked, pouting, and Andrew couldn’t resist any longer. He bent forward and nibbled on his bottom lip until he was satisfied, pressing kisses against Maxwell’s skin as he pulled away, lowering himself down Maxwell’s body as he went.

"You respond better to Maxy. I like you feisty." Andrew told him as he pressed a kiss against his belly button. Andrew shifted further down the bed, and heard Maxwell’s soft inhale as he pressed a kiss just above the button on his pants. He grinned, before working quickly to release Maxwell’s cock to the air. God, it was so fucking hot, and Andrew wanted to swallow the man whole.

He had to wait though. If he wanted things to go smoothly, he needed a few things first.

"Max, condoms, before I lose all sense of reason." Andrew asked, meeting Maxwell’s heated gaze. Maxwell rolled over, reaching for the side table and opening the drawer. Andrew took that second to whip his belt off, and pulled off his pants, kicking out of them as Maxwell fumbled, semi-blindly for the condoms.

Andrew, now in just his boxers, stared at the wiggling ass in front of him and gulped.

Bending down, he gripped Maxwell’s ass hard enough that the man below him yelped, turning to look over his shoulder at the man over him. Andrew’s gaze was slightly reflective in a way that should have terrified him, if the man wasn’t so focused on the plumpness of Maxwell’s ass. Andrew reached under him, undoing the zipper and button before yanking the clothes off of Maxwell’s lower body.

Maxwell let out a yelp of surprise that was quickly muffled when Andrew sunk his teeth into Maxwell’s butt cheek. Maxwell’s hand finally wrapped around the condom box and he chuckled it down, hoping it hit Andrew.

"I am not a snack!" He protested, and Maxwell shuddered as Andrew licked the bite.

"Are you sure? You look fucking delicious. All juicy and plump. A perfect ass. Fuck." Andrew’s voice deepened, and when he spread the ass before him apart, he was rewarded with how wet Maxwell was. "Ah, what a sweet present you’ve given me. Shall I reward you, Maxy?" Andrew flipped him over again and Maxwell watched him with lidded eyes as settled down. Maxwell’s hand reached for Andrew’s hair, knowing exactly what he had in mind.

"I’ve earned it." Maxwell muttered, licking his swollen lips and Andrew grinned, before wrapping his lips around Maxwell’s cock and taking him to the hilt.

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