Maxwell's gaze was watery, unsure as he stared into Andrew's eyes. He reached out, adjusting Andrew's glasses, making sure that the other man could see him clearly. His smile was a little watery, a little hesitant when he gave it to Andrew.
"What are you saying?" He asked softly, and Andrew swallowed. He reached up, pulling his shirt up and over his head, exposing his throat and neck. He angled his head, staring at Maxwell as the man gulped. He stared at Andrew's neck and throat, his eyes moist, and Andrew felt his lips tug up.
"I'm saying, use your teeth to mark me permanently. If it doesn't take the first time, do it over and over again. Hell, I'd even be willing to get a tattoo, Max. Just for you. Just to prove to you that I'm all yours." Andrew told him and Maxwell grew even more emotional.
