"Oh fuck. Right there, Baby." Maxwell groaned. He had his whole chest pressed against Andrew's face, his nipple rubbing against Andrew's mouth as Andrew's hips pounded his cock into Maxwell's tight fucking ass.
The breaks had snapped at some point, and Maxwell let Andrew have control.
They had lasted one full round, both men sweating, panting, feeling each other fully before Maxwell had broken down first. He had thought, foolishly, that Andrew was going to break first.
Andrew loved the man, but he should know better. If Andrew was as intoxicated as Maxwell? Yeah, probably, but he was practically stone cold sober. There was no way he was going to let Maxwell win against him when it came to control in the bedroom.
So, Maxwell had given up, wrapping himself around Andrew like this and begged him to fuck him properly. Andrew had no issues with that order.
