Andrew was a little worried about why everyone was staring at him as he sat with Maxwell in the restaurant downstairs.
While they had shown up rather late for brunch, that didn't warrant the amount of looks that they were getting cast their way.
Well, there were a few reasons Andrew could think of why they would be staring at him like they were. The marks all over Maxwell's creamy skin might have something to do with it. Andrew couldn't feel too guilty for them. Maxwell had begged him for them. Had screamed, pleaded with Andrew to suck, nibble and kiss his skin.
He'd also yelled for Andrew to have unprotected sex with him and breed him, but Andrew had somehow maintained some logic. He had felt like his brain was going to fry when he heard the latter words.
He'd never knotted so hard in his life. He believed that even in his rut he hadn't knotted the man as hard as he had that time. He had nearly expected the condoms to break.
He'd almost wanted them to.
