Maxwell, with all that in mind, was feeling like any control he had of the situation was slipping out of his fingers.
Andrew was coy. He wasn't the kind of man who would outright bulldoze over him. He would make it seem like Maxwell had asked for him to take control of the situation. No one would think that a man as big as him could be sneaky, but Maxwell had learned that he could be as sneaky as the next person.
Or as sneaky as a damn spy.
Maxwell, who had been on top of Andrew at the start of their lovemaking, eventually found himself on his back under the man's expert hands and lips. He was sly, and stubborn in a way that Maxwell knew he shouldn't bring up in bed.
Mainly because it was something his Mom had called him as a child and no one would find that reminder sexy. Even if it was accurate.
Andrew was like a dog with his favourite toy. He would give it up when he wanted to, but when he didn't?
Well, Maxwell didn't exactly mind having the handsome, thoughtful man above him. Especially when he was kissing, licking and biting Maxwell's flesh, leaving little marks like a damn trail of where he'd been. Marking him in ways that Maxwell only let Andrew do.
Another thing that helped was the fact that Andrew was buried to the hilt inside of Maxwell, his cock pulsing as the man took a moment to worship Maxwell's body. Every kiss, stroke and twitch had Maxwell's back arching off of the bed, begging for Andrew to move.
But the man wouldn't do it. He was focused on his task, making sure that Maxwell found his pleasure. He was always focused on that. Maxwell, who had maybe wanted Andrew to be more of a mess, but with both of them being a mess at the very least, was finding it a little annoying that Andrew looked and felt more composed then Maxwell was.
Here Maxwell was, splayed open and willing to Andrew's gentle, strong hands and naughty tongue, while Andrew would barely let Maxwell touch him as he focused on his task. Like he had something to prove.
It was driving Maxwell mad.
He wanted the man to drop the facade, stop being the perfect lover, and just be in the moment with him. While Maxwell knew that was a tall ask for both of them, it was the least of which Maxwell deserved. Andrew also deserved it, and Maxwell thought it was time to yank on Andrew's chain.
Maxwell was enjoying the moment, but he knew a surefire way to get Andrew's attention without scaring him that something terrible was happening.
Maxwell, careful, methodical, cunning Maxwell felt his lips turn up in a slight warning that Andrew didn't see because he was so focused on Maxwell's chest before he attacked. Maxwell tightened around the man, rolling his hips, sliding him home so deep that Maxwell nearly choked, but he wasn't done.
Maxwell rippled around Andrew, squeezing, pleasing, feeling the man inside of him. Andrew, who had been enjoying Maxwell's body, froze completely, his mouth open as an uncontrollable moan left his lips. His body shuddered, his cock swelling before the man could even inhale, and Maxwell let out a devious chuckle before he reached his hands down and slid his fingers into Andrew's hair, before he tugged his head back and away from his nipples.
Andrew's eyes were glazed with pleasure, his mouth open, his tongue ready to come into play. Maxwell felt a shiver run down his spine, wanting that, but needing to draw some firm fucking lines.
"You can't do that, Baby." Maxwell warned, his voice warm. Andrew blinked, shuddering still as Maxwell continued his attack. Andrew's eyes flickered close for a second before he flinched, trying to regain control.
"W-What?" Andrew mumbled, and Maxwell snickered.
"You can't hide yourself away like that. We're in this together." Maxwell purred. "Don't you dare keep track of who is cumming more. I just care that you're cumming at all." Maxwell told him, his tone gentle. He felt Andrew's eyes fill with a fear of sort, his body hardening and Maxwell grumbled. He wasn't knotting, that was for fucking sure. He was getting worked up. "Baby, no, don't you dare. You are not about to do that." Maxwell warned and Andrew's lips turned up slightly.
"I'm not-just let me think for a moment." Maxwell listened to him mumble, watching his face for a reaction. He was making sure that Andrew wasn't reacting like that and Andrew's smile that touched his lips filled his heart. The man was watching Maxwell examine him, and the soft way his amber eyes met Maxwell's just…
Maxwell felt like mush. He'd never felt like mush with anyone else.
Andrew's hands slid down Maxwell's body, gently touching Maxwell's ass and his grin grew naughty.
"You're so fucking wet, Maxy." Andrew teased and Maxwell felt his ears burn.
"I'm wet because of you." Maxwell told him and Andrew looked pleased in a way that had Maxwell's cock twitching. Andrew then leaned in, gently, being careful to make sure that Maxwell didn't pull his hair out with his hold. Maxwell let go of his hair, allowing Andrew free movement again.
"Angel, I wasn't trying to look cool." Andrew admitted. "Nor was I trying not to be in the moment with you." Andrew told him, before he looked embarrassed. He cleared his throat, looking like he really didn't want to admit this. "I…this is going to sound so stupid but I know you won't drop this until I tell you the truth." Andrew's words came out fast and quick, like an explosion. "I wanted to prove I was a better lover then he ever could. I know it's stupid, and I shouldn't even have thought it, but I just-" Maxwell reached his hands over and grabbed the man by the face, shutting him up.
"Enough." Maxwell told him, affection in his tone. "You don't even need to worry about that. Why the hell would you? You're with me, Maxwell Beckett. Of course I have the best lover imaginable." Maxwell snorted, infusing every ounce of snotty, rich brat into his tone possible. "Who the fuck would doubt that I wouldn't choose a man who would give me everything that I wanted and more? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would settle for less?" Andrew stared at Maxwell, as if the words took a second for him to comprehend.
Maxwell hoped that he got it, hoped that those were the words he needed to hear. They were some of the only words that Maxwell could offer in the moment. Andrew had nothing to worry about, but how could a man comfort another when his partner was worrying about if he was a better lover than their prolific father? This was the best Maxwell could do.
He certainly wasn't going to sleep with Andrew's father just to tell him that Andrew was better, and his father was mid. Maxwell didn't need to do hands-on research to know that. The man had too many lovers, and they weren't because he loved sex. He had them because he needed to create as many true alphas as he could, spread as much seed as he could.
The man stood no fighting chance against Andrew who ate ass like it was a damn delicacy. The man who had turned Maxwell from a man who never allowed anyone to go down on him to a man who really enjoyed it, and wasn't secretive about it.
Hell, Andrew had changed his mind on so many things, in and outside of the bedroom that there was no way he could come close to anything his father did. Maxwell bet if he ran into anyone from Andrew's past who had slept with him they would only have good stories to tell.
Not that Maxwell was eager to bark up that tree. Fuck that. He didn't need to know shit about Andrew's past in that regard. He was a jealous man, he knew that, and he was an even more jealous omega.
They were not comparable, since Maxwell had lived most of his life slightly defective. And Andrew had fixed that. Or, was in the middle of fixing that. All Andrew's father had done was make people's lives worse.
Andrew's laughter brought Maxwell out of the angry spiral he was finding himself in. Andrew's head pressed against his chest, his hair rubbing against the skin there.
"Of course I wouldn't think you are the kind of man who would settle for less. If I wasn't worth it, you would have pushed me off of you ages ago." Andrew's breath tickled Maxwell's skin, sending a small shiver down his spine. "Damn Angel, you have such a way with words sometimes." Maxwell wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing given Andrew's response so far.
"I try." Maxwell said, sounding confident and that only made Andrew laugh more. That evolved into both men groaning as the feelings were always going to be sexual, given the position they found themselves in.
"Baby. You're hitting all the right spots when you laugh." Maxwell moaned, stroking the back of Andrew's neck. Andrew's breath was hot against Maxwell's sweaty skin.
"And you're squeezing me so tight I think my dick is going to snap off. Fuck." Andrew pulled the curse word through his teeth. It was a slow, hot exhale that had Maxwell squeezing him tighter.
"We can have the rest of this conversation later. I need you Andy." Maxwell whispered, his nails digging into the other man's back. Andrew shuddered, before pressing his lips against the skin under his lips, moving up to press a soft kiss against Maxwell's covered throat.
"Agreed. I need to thrust my cock into you until you scream." Andrew muttered and Maxwell shuddered. That was exactly what he wanted to hear from the man.