Maxwell smirked as Andrew stared up at him, his expression tense and his eyes narrowed.
Chuckling, Maxwell pressed his lips against Andrew's and kissed him slowly, deeply, with teeth and tongues and heard something else break in the car. Maxwell's laugh filled the kiss as Andrew's head spun. Maxwell hadn't cum once yet, and with the way he was twisting and squeezing Andrew, Andrew felt like he could cum again.
It was a concerning feeling, since Andrew wanted the two of them to share these intimate moments together. He wanted Maxwell to cum an equal amount as Andrew. Hopefully more, if he was playing his cards right. But Maxwell? Maxwell liked to be in control.
Andrew moaned into Maxwell's mouth as he began to move his hips, twisting so that he was slowly pulling back before thrusting Andrew back into him slowly, methodically while gripping him tightly. Fuck.
