"Have you…right. It's uh, a machine where you attach a dildo to one end, there's a long metal pole, and it thrusts. It's called a fuck machine." Andrew said softly, and watched as Maxwell's flushed cheeks flushed more, and his mouth opened slightly.
"Oh. I know about dildos, obviously, I just didn't think that something like that existed." Maxwell said softly, his hands clenching on Andrew's chest and Andrew groaned.
"You're being so fucking cute right now. So sweet. Can I get a kiss?" Andrew asked, staring up at the man who looked like part of his world had just been rocked.
Maxwell thankfully didn't deny him a kiss. He bent, his lips brushing against Andrew's carefully, like his mind was elsewhere. Andrew found out where it had gone when Maxwell sat up, his face warm.
"Is there a way to…get a dildo like your dick?" Maxwell asked softly and Andrew's grip on his thighs tightened. If there wasn't, there was about to be.
