Maxwell pressed more kisses against Andrew's cock through the fabric of his underwear. Andrew groaned, clenching his hands tightly against his sides instead of sinking his fingers into the other man's hair like he wanted to.
He wanted to control this moment, but he knew better. The moment he attempted to do so, the moment was over. That was how Maxwell worked most of the time.
Andrew had to keep his eyes closed because he couldn't watch what Maxwell was doing. If he did, he knew he would cum in a heartbeat and he wanted this to last longer. Did that mean he felt every little nibbling bite and kiss and lick? Yes. But that also meant he didn't have to see the look in Maxwell's eyes as he did that.
He just knew that it would push him over the edge if he saw those blue eyes staring up at him while his lips were on his cock.
