Andrew's head was being held up by sharp, strong fingers. Stronger fingers than Andrew would have given Maxwell credit for, but he wasn't upset.
Nor was he upset that his mouth was full of the cock that he dreamed about. Maxwell was standing on the couch, Andrew holding onto his ankles for stability as Maxwell thrust his cock in and out of Andrew's mouth. Andrew's throat and mouth was full of the other man's cock, his balls hitting his chin and Andrew was thrilled.
He could barely see Maxwell's face even with his eyes tilted as far as they would go, but he could hear how the man was openly enjoying himself. Allowing himself to thrust as much as he wanted into Andrew's mouth.
