Andrew shoved Maxwell's face against the wall, his hands behind his back, in Andrew's grasp as Maxwell's moans filled the air.
Andrew had speared the man on his cock, using his position to keep Maxwell's feet off of the ground so that the only thing keeping him safe from falling was Andrew's thick cock, and the hold he had against his head on the wall.
Maxwell was a mess, but so was Andrew. Maxwell had made a wet spot everywhere they had fucked. The man cuming so much that Andrew would have been worried if Maxwell didn't enthusiastically agree with everything that Andrew did.
Even now, the man was wiggling his hips, eager for Andrew to plunge his cock into him deeper. Andrew had only had to shove his head against the wall because Maxwell had attempted to turn around and suck on his nipple.
Andrew's lips had twitched at that.
He was happy to give up control in theory, but in practise? There was a reason Andrew was pinning him everywhere.
