Maxwell was in full control once Andrew stumbled into the bedroom. Andrew was almost hands off, except for the fact that Andrew's hands were full of Maxwell's ass. Maxwell was the one kissing his neck, sucking on his skin. Andrew felt his cock like a damn pulse, bobbing and weaving in the air as Maxwell rubbed himself against him like a cat in heat.
Andrew couldn't really tell who was more down bad. Maxwell, or Andrew?
Andrew's head was still full of what Maxwell had said only just a moment before. They were…going to do it? Maxwell was serious? Andrew was damn excited for it. He hadn't bottomed in a long time, so he was worried that he wouldn't be good at it, but at the same time…
He really wanted to share that moment with Maxwell. One more thing that they could share together, and there was a secret part of Andrew that was pleased that it was something that Andrew would be able to share with Maxwell that Maxwell hadn't experienced with anyone else. Especially another alpha.
