Maxwell had never been so overwhelmed by sensations while in bed with someone before. He had known that Andrew was going to be a considerate lover, but he hadn't been aware just how considerate he'd be.
When he'd bent Maxwell in half and eaten his ass? Holy shit, he hadn't been expecting that. Especially after their first time together, when Andrew had been a mess, all scars and bruises and let Maxwell do whatever he wanted.
Now? Now the rut was well and truly riding Andrew's ass, and even if he was 'stereotypically' alpha right now, there was a certain Andrew zest to it.
Like when Andrew tore open the condom and slid it over his cock, he was checking on Maxwell the whole time. Even when he kept Maxwell bent like a pretzel, his eyes reflective in the light, he was checking on him the whole way. Pressing kisses against his skin, enough that Maxwell felt he'd never been this wet in his life. Honestly, he was worried that Andrew would slip out, he was so damp.
