Andrew was happy. Very happy. He'd gotten Maxwell to agree to what he wanted to do, and sinking into the warm heat of him after getting his consent felt like a reward he didn't deserve.
He knew that Maxwell was out of it. He'd known the moment that Maxwell hadn't put up a strong fight against being on his back, but he was still with him. He was still Maxwell, as the man tightened his grip on Andrew's ass.
Andrew kissed him slowly, deeply, his cock buried deep in the damp heat of him. It felt like coming home, and he wanted to be inside of him forever. Even as Maxwell tightened around him, trying to threaten him to go deeper, but Andrew wasn't going to listen to him.
As he had told Maxwell, he'd cum twice already. Now, it was Maxwell's turn, and he was a dedicated man. He would make sure that Maxwell was well satisfied before he came again, even if Maxwell pulled his tricks. He had plans, and Maxwell was going to handle them.
