Andrew prowled into the room, unsure of what he was going to find on the bed when he got there. His pulse was racing, he could feel his neck throbbing with it. His eyes were watery from how quickly he'd put the contacts in, and when he rounded the corner and stepped into the bedroom proper, he felt like his heart was going to stop.
Maxwell had wasted no time.
He was lying on his back, his legs spread wide open, his head resting on a pillow so that he had a good view of the room. His hand was lazily tugging at his cock, his face flushed and his eyes filled with anticipation. A few boxes of condoms were on the bed next to him, open, the contents spilling out.
The worst part? His free hand was slowly fucking himself with his fingers, showing off how wet he was. Andrew's nostrils flared as his pheromones, thick and delicious, coiled around him.
