Andrew was busy bathing Maxwell as the other man did his best to stay awake. Maxwell laid back in the bath, his body loose and pliable. Andrew kept his laughter to himself, his gaze soft as he looked over the exhausted man before him.
Maxwell had asked for another three rounds, and had barely lasted about halfway through the last round. They had done a few things, but it was clear that Maxwell wanted to get through two rounds of each.
Two rounds of Andrew fucking him while he sucked on the dildo, and two round where he sucked Andrew off while being pounded by the fuck machine. Maxwell was just jelly. A wiggly, wobbly version of himself. Andrew was glad that they had no plans for the next two days because he had a feeling that Maxwell would need recovery time, and he also felt like the man had gotten addicted.
