Andrew laid there, catching his breath as Maxwell collapsed next to him. He wasn't even sure what to say. What he should say. Maxwell's heavy breathing matched his own as they both stared up at the ceiling for a few moments. They were gathering their thoughts. Andrew knew that, because there was no way Maxwell wasn't going to ask him questions.
Not after he had been so clear with his own worries before.
"What did you think?" Maxwell asked carefully, reaching out his hand to place his hand on a clean spot of Andrew's chest. He had to search, since Andrew, and Maxwell, had made a mess.
Andrew glanced at Maxwell, trying to understand what Maxwell thought from his facial expression. Andrew had to adjust his glasses to make sure his face wasn't blurry given the angle they were at. Side by side in the bed.
Andrew's ass twitched, some of the cum and lube mixing in Andrew's guts and slowly dripping out.
