"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.
