Chapter 372: A night to remember (m)
"Have you...right. It’s uh, a machine where you attach a dildo to one end, there’s a long metal pole, and it thrusts. It’s called a fuck machine." Andrew said softly, and watched as Maxwell’s flushed cheeks flushed more, and his mouth opened slightly.
"Oh. I know about dildos, obviously, I just didn’t think that something like that existed." Maxwell said softly, his hands clenching on Andrew’s chest and Andrew groaned.
"You’re being so fucking cute right now. So sweet. Can I get a kiss?" Andrew asked, staring up at the man who looked like part of his world had just been rocked.
Maxwell thankfully didn’t deny him a kiss. He bent, his lips brushing against Andrew’s carefully, like his mind was elsewhere. Andrew found out where it had gone when Maxwell sat up, his face warm.
"Is there a way to...get a dildo like your dick?" Maxwell asked softly and Andrew’s grip on his thighs tightened. If there wasn’t, there was about to be.
"I’ll look it up tomorrow." Andrew promised, and Maxwell looked embarrassed.
"No, you don’t need to-" Maxwell cut off at how tightly Andrew gripped his thighs. Maxwell reached for Andrew’s hands, grabbing his wrists. "Andy!" He chastised, his eyes wide. Andrew grinned.
"You’re still as hard as a rock, so don’t pretend like you don’t like a little bit of pain." Andrew told him, and watched as Maxwell’s gaze narrowed. "Besides, about the dildo, I want you satisfied. Especially if it’s something like that. I can share you with myself." Andrew said with a smirk and watched as Maxwell’s face warmed.
"You are being too cheeky." Maxwell muttered. I should put you in your place." Maxwell told him, and Andrew’s smirk flickered on his face as Maxwell shifted back slightly, rubbing his cock in between his ass cheeks. "Oh look at that. You’ve grown silent." Maxwell said with a smirk. "Where did the teasing, slightly mean Andrew go?" Maxwell asked, snorting, and Andrew let out a shaky breath.
"He didn’t want to ruin his chance of his sweet, special Maxy sliding down over his cock and making him cum like a teenager all over again." Andrew told him, a little breathless, and watched as Maxwell’s smirk also faded.
"It’s not like a teenager if it’s every time, Baby. That’s just your new normal." Maxwell teased, his eyes on fire as he scanned Andrew’s body. His hands slid down from where they were on top of Andrew’s hands on his thighs before sliding down Andrew’s body. They slid over his abs, making Andrew’s breath stutter before they slid up to cup Andrew’s pecs. "Goddamn. Your Mom gave you some great assets." Maxwell told him, admiration in his tone. Maxwell chuckled.
"You’ll have to thank her on new years eve." Andrew told him and Maxwell nodded.
"I will. Fuck. I’ve slid my cock through these during my heat, yeah?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew chuckled.
"Do you want to do it again? I don’t mind. My body is all yours." Andrew told him, giving Maxwell’s thighs a gentle squeeze. Maxwell made a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat as he gently plucked at Andrew’s nipples before sliding his hands up further. He was shaping Andrew under his hands, committing him to memory.
When his hands slid up over his pecs, shaping his collar bones, his fingers dipping into the hollows there, Maxwell seemed entranced.
"You have such a nice body." Maxwell told him, and Andrew felt his lips split into a genuine smile.
"Wow. Thank you, Maxy. I like your body too." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell’s brows furrowed.
"It’s too soft." He admitted quietly. "I tried to put on weight like you have, but...it’s damn near impossible. Especially with how much I work." Maxwell admitted and Andrew was surprised by the admittance.
"Maxy, I love your body. Honestly, I like that you have some softness to you. More to squeeze, to touch, to hold. But if you wanted to tone up, I wouldn’t care either way. I just like you." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell considered the words, his face warm, his hands soft and gentle on Andrew’s skin.
Then, Maxwell sighed, a soft, warm smile touching his lips.
"You always know what to say to make me feel better. Come here." Maxwell whispered, before bending and touching his lips to Andrew’s. It was a soft, searching kiss. Filled with gentle lips, soft, warm tongue touches, and Maxwell’s hands sliding up and into Andrew’s hair.
Andrew let the man take full control, following every little nibble and twitch that Maxwell gave him. So it wasn’t a surprise when he felt Maxwell rocking his hips against his cock, his own dick rubbing against Andrew’s stomach at the angle he was now sitting at. Andrew didn’t mind.
He loved that the man was using his body to get himself off. He especially didn’t mind when Maxwell got a wild look in his eye and without a single ounce of hesitation, even though Andrew wanted him to wait, he sunk down on Andrew’s cock.
"W-We should have stretched you first." Andrew got out in between kisses and his strained breathing as he sunk into the warmth of the other man.
Maxwell’s kiss was lazy, hiding the fact that Maxwell only took the tip of his cock into his ass and was slowly pulsing on it.
Like it was too much for him to take fully, and he was working his way up to it.
"Baby, just let me enjoy this. It feels like we’re having sex for the first time, and I want to savor it. Do you know how rare that is for us? I want you in my skin, Andrew. That’s the feeling I’ve been having before Richard moved in, so let me experience this again. Who knows when I’ll be this unadjusted to you again?" Maxwell’s whisper against Andrew’s lips was a plea.
Andrew wasn’t a man who could resist such words.
"Okay. Okay. Just...let me know if it becomes too much." Andrew whispered and Maxwell nodded, his breath stuttering as he sunk a little lower, his hips swaying, the sound of their joining bodies filling the air.
Andrew held his grunts back, only for Maxwell’s sake. Maxwell, however, wasn’t holding back a thing.
His lips were against Andrew’s, against Andrew’s neck, his mouth open, moaning, showing how much pleasure the other man gave him.
Andrew kept his hands on his thighs, letting Maxwell take and take as much as he wanted. No matter how much he wanted to surge up, thrust into the tight, warm hole that was swallowing him, inch by every inch. He was being well behaved, letting Maxwell have his fun.
He was good at waiting his turn. Even if it was three rounds from now. It also wasn’t as if Andrew wasn’t enjoying himself.
He was already doing his best to hold off cumming, it felt so good.
Maxwell got more zealous as time went on, sucking and licking Andrew’s throat and chest as he sunk further and further on his cock until he finally slid home. When his ass came flush with Andrew’s cock, the man let out a moan so loud and so full with potent sexual energy that Andrew had to clench his teeth to keep from knotting.
The man had just taken him fully, it would be rude to knot right now. Andrew kept chanting to himself, trying to abstain from doing so when Maxwell shivered. He squeezed Andrew, a fist around his cock.
Andrew moaned, his face tight, his jaw tense. Maxwell tossed his head back, arching his back as he adjusted to Andrew filling him. Andrew could see how deeply he was inside of Maxwell, could have reached out and touched himself through his skin.
It was a worrying sight, and also made Andrew so fucking horny he had to practise breathing techniques as Maxwell adjusted.
"You feel so fucking good filling me up. You spread me so fucking wide, I feel every damn vein on your cock. God, I love being your little cock sleeve." Maxwell moaned and Andrew exhaled sharply.
"Max. I’m trying to hold it together here." Andrew warned, and Maxwell dropped his head, meeting Andrew’s gaze. His eyes were full of lust, and mischief.
"Who said you needed to? We have plenty of condoms, and I know you’ll stay hard for me, won’t you?" Maxwell reached out, poking Andrew’s chest with a playful finger, licking his lips before he grinned. Andrew gave him a grumpy look and Maxwell laughed.
The laughter made this even harder for him.
"No having fun. I’m trying to not cum." Andrew protested. "You feel so good inside, it’s hard." Andrew complained and Maxwell grinned, leaning down to kiss the man. It was soft, gentle, teasing.
"Baby, I already told you you can cum whenever you want. The condoms last at least two times, remember? I want to feel you lose yourself in me. All night." Andrew couldn’t help it. It was the permission he needed, and the soft, involuntary gasp from Maxwell as Andrew’s cock swelled in him did the final damage to him.
Andrew reached up, pulling Maxwell’s mouth down against his own again as he bucked into the other man. Not hard, never hard, just enough to sink even further in him and prolong the orgasm just a little bit longer. Maxwell moaned into the kiss, and Andrew did as well. Both men found pleasure, and with Andrew’s other hand he reached down and stroked Maxwell’s cock.
He wasn’t going to cum alone again, not if he could help it. He wanted both of them to be cumming damn clear liquid by the end. He hoped Maxwell was prepared for what Andrew had in store for him.