Andrew nearly cried when he sunk into the warm, soft, welcoming embrace of Maxwell. It was more than coming home. It was more than just a connection between the man that he loved and his body. It was something on such a different, emotional level that Andrew had a hard time coming up with the words to explain it.
He, Andrew, didn't last long in their first, missionary round. Maxwell wasn't far behind him when Andrew came either. They hadn't had a chance to touch each other like this for a while, both men abstaining so that they could get through the stress of the previous week, and now this one as well.
It was just a nice little round to get the edge off, because Andrew?
He had plans. Plans that Maxwell was the feature star of.
