"Are you sure you're okay?" Maxwell asked for the 14th time. Andrew just laughed, his hand pressed against his neck as he turned the wheel with one hand.
"Maxy, I swear to god, if you ask me how I'm doing one more time, I might actually get mad." Andrew warned, his lips turned up in a smile, but his annoyance at an all time high. Maxwell shut his lips, but didn't tear his gaze away from Andrew.
Andrew had never heard Maxwell apologise as much as he had in the last 20 minutes.
Things, in his opinion, had gone wonderfully.
Maxwell had rode him into oblivion. Andrew may or may not have broken a part of the door on the passengers side of the back seat. Maxwell had been all smiles when he'd heard the sound. Even when Maxwell had bitten him, and bitten him hard, Andrew had been fine.
Because Maxwell had made sure to do it when he was climaxing, when they were both climaxing. That was when things went wrong.
