Andrew was doing his best to control himself, but Maxwell was the one who was pushing him to the edge. He hadn't told Maxwell about all the other things that had been happening in the last 24 hours, and now the man had pushed him.
Into biting him.
Something that Andrew had been resisting while Maxwell had slept soundly on their bed, breathing calmly as he slept through the last of his heat. Or, most of it.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why did Maxwell taste so good? Was this normal?
Andrew was having a hard time releasing his hold on him, but he knew he had to. It wasn't normal. This wasn't normal and even if Maxwell enjoyed it, his body needed to rest. He had gone through a lot, and he needed his rest. Not…whatever the hell was going on right now.
Slowly, carefully, Andrew withdrew his mouth, licking the wound he'd created as if he was some kind of beast. Maxwell shuddered beneath him, his hands still in his hair.
