Andrew laid there, catching his breath as Maxwell collapsed next to him. He wasn't even sure what to say. What he should say. Maxwell's heavy breathing matched his own as they both stared up at the ceiling for a few moments. They were gathering their thoughts. Andrew knew that, because there was no way Maxwell wasn't going to ask him questions.
Not after he had been so clear with his own worries before.
"What did you think?" Maxwell asked carefully, reaching out his hand to place his hand on a clean spot of Andrew's chest. He had to search, since Andrew, and Maxwell, had made a mess.
Andrew glanced at Maxwell, trying to understand what Maxwell thought from his facial expression. Andrew had to adjust his glasses to make sure his face wasn't blurry given the angle they were at. Side by side in the bed.
Andrew's ass twitched, some of the cum and lube mixing in Andrew's guts and slowly dripping out.
"I liked it. Did you?" Andrew asked in return and watched as Maxwell's expression brightened.
"I did. I'm glad that you convinced me to do it, and that you were willing. It also gave me some perspective." Maxwell looked a little embarrassed. "I didn't really realise how difficult topping was." Maxwell said. That wasn't exactly the revelation that Andrew expected him to come out of this experience with, but that wasn't a bad start.
"It can be difficult, but I don't mind." Andrew said, warmth in his tone. "Really. I like knowing that you find pleasure from me." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell smiled at him. He patted Andrew's chest softly.
"I liked knowing that too." Maxwell hesitated for a moment. "Was I…Was I okay?" He asked. Andrew felt a sharpness in his chest when hearing those words. It was his insecurity that was showing, and it made Andrew's heart swell. He was trusting him with this, and Andrew really didn't want to mess it up.
"Maxy, can I be honest? And not in a mean way. I really don't want you to take it that way." Andrew spoke quickly, wanting to get the words out fast. Maxwell gulped, staring at Andrew.
"O-kay…" He said, trailing off, and Andrew sighed.
"I didn't notice your size in the slightest. It wasn't even on my radar. I was just enjoying the fact that you were the one inside of me. That was honestly…enough, and then you found my prostate and, well." Andrew laughed, giving a weak wave to the mess that was all over Andrew still. They hadn't cleaned up yet.
Maxwell's eyes curled at the corners as he smiled softly, his expression smoothing out.
"It was good?" Maxwell confirmed and Andrew gave him a look.
"Maxy. In what world would anything you give me be bad? Especially when it's your own body? Of course it was good. I love everything about you, and that includes your dick." Maxwell gave a snort at Andrew's words, relaxing completely into the sheets beside him.
"That doesn't tell me if I was any good at it." Andrew may or may not be intentionally avoiding that conversation. Maxwell caught on, smacking Andrew's chest. "You little-! You are intentionally not answering me!" Maxwell accused and Andrew shook his head.
"No. I'm not, I just don't think it matters. What good would it do you if I told you? You figured it out. Like everyone does." Andrew said and knew he was full of shit. Andrew had gotten many, many pointers from others, but Andrew wasn't going to tell Maxwell that. Besides, he was doing much better than Andrew had when he first slept with someone.
He'd made Andrew cum. That was a sign he was on the right path.
"Andrew." Maxwell's voice held a note of warning to it. Andrew froze. "You aren't going to hurt my feelings. I'm asking for feedback. Think of it as a growing opportunity. It's only going to benefit you if you're honest with me. Who else am I going to be fucking? I can't think of anyone, and honestly, I don't want to." Maxwell gave a soft laugh. "This is your perfect chance to get a man who wants to fuck you exactly as you like it." Andrew could tell that Maxwell was teasing him.
Andrew knew that it was only going to be constructive criticism. It wasn't meant to hurt him, and Andrew hadn't had a bad time. He wasn't going to say anything that would hurt Maxwell. He just…Maxwell was already sensitive about certain things, and he didn't want to rock the boat.
"The longer you remain silent the more worried I am going to be that you came for me out of pity." Maxwell told him. It was a threat to someone like Andrew, and Andrew grumbled. He had been staring towards the bedroom door while he gathered his thoughts before he turned his head towards Maxwell. He grumbled again.
"How in the world would I knot out of pity?" Andrew asked and Maxwell's gaze held humour in it as he pinched Andrew's skin under his hand. Not too hard, but enough that it was clear it was a warning.
"I'm sure out of everyone I know, you would figure it out. You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings." Maxwell said, smiling, and Andrew just nodded. He was right, even if he was false.
"I didn't knot out of pity. I came like any good boy who slept with the man he loved." Andrew defended himself before he halted. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "But, if you want me to be honest…I have a few suggestions." Andrew said carefully and watched as Maxwell smirked.
"Am I getting a performance review? I'm excited to hear where I can grow." Andrew was not amused that Maxwell was leaning into the office lingo. Andrew was a science man before he was an office worker.
That was more of Maxwell's area of expertise.
"Well, uh, sure. Whatever you want to call it." Andrew said, breezing past the playful way that Maxwell was referring to it. "There were a few things that I think could be improved upon." Andrew started, before going over some areas that Andrew had taken a while to learn, and wanted to pass on to Maxwell.
Maxwell sat up, interested in what Andrew was saying, and Andrew was grateful that he wasn't taking it personally. Maxwell then clarified if that was something that Andrew enjoyed and Andrew was honest. He wasn't quite sure, mainly because most of his partners wanted him to top.
Maxwell was included in that list until recently, and it seems that he had enjoyed it. From the sparkle in his eye, he probably would want to do that again. How often? Andrew had no idea, but he was just glad that they had done it together.
One thing led to another, and Andrew somehow found that their positions were reversed from before. Where Maxwell had been above, with Andrew spread below him, now he was on his back, his legs spread and Andrew was above him.
They were doing a play by play. Andrew would have been more embarrassed about the whole thing if Maxwell hadn't been so interested in learning. 'Learning' or having more sex, Andrew wasn't so sure, but he didn't mind.
He had the control to be able to tell Maxwell what he was doing as he was doing it, he was just worried that Maxwell wasn't going to be able to pay attention as they continued the act.
So, Andrew kept it slow and steady, speaking to Maxwell all the while, and making sure that Maxwell threaded the line of pure bottoming bliss, and learning how to top from a 'pro'.
One thing that was rather surreal, and something that Andrew hadn't experienced in a long, long time was going from being a bottom for someone else when they came in him to topping. Normally, they would clean Andrew out after that kind of act, but Maxwell hadn't done that. Probably because Maxwell didn't have to consider that too much.
Andrew always did that for him. Something that Maxwell was going to have to learn. Aftercare.
Did that mean that Andrew was complaining about it? Absolutely not. He was rather enjoying himself. It was a strange but not unpleasant experience, and Andrew did wonder if it was similar to what an omega would feel when topping someone else.
Something wet, a little warm coming out of his ass as he thrust into Maxwell over and over. It felt…naughty, and only turned Andrew on more.
It did kind of throw his teaching lesson out of the window at one point, devolving into just pure, unadulterated sex between two men who loved each other, but that was okay. Andrew had remembered to put a condom on, and Maxwell was into it. When Andrew knotted for the second time this love-making session, it was with pure consent on Maxwell's part and the joy that everything had gone to plan.
Maxwell had enjoyed having sex with Andrew in all capacities. He came from fucking and being fucked. Andrew was so excited about that.
He hadn't wanted to back Maxwell into one box just because everyone else had, and this was a relatively safe way for them both to deal with their desires for…unprotected sex. Andrew didn't mind being the little cum dump for Maxwell.
He actually really liked that idea. Maybe it was a good thing that he wasn't an omega. Andrew had a feeling that he would have been even more loose then he had been as a beta. His friends would have ripped a strip off of him for smearing the name of all omegas. Giving them a bad rap.
Andrew couldn't really deny it. He liked sex, he liked feeling good, and he liked when he felt good with other people. It was better when there was also an emotional connection, and it was the best with Maxwell.
Now, Andrew could look forward to their New Year celebration with everyone without a worry.
Except, he'd left the unbaked bread in the fridge!