Andrew woke up, slowly the next morning. The sunlight couldn't pierce the room due to the thick curtains that Maxwell had insisted on.
Right now, Andrew was thankful that he was so insistent. He was sure that Maxwell would feel the same once he woke up. He was sure that Maxwell was going to have a severe headache when he awoke.
Andrew let out a soft sigh, adjusting his grip that he had on Maxwell. He was bare chested, and tucked against the other man, Maxwell encapsulated in his arms. He was still connected to Maxwell, like he had suggested the night prior and Andrew felt a small smile touch his lips. Andrew's body ached, sore from how tense his body had been the night prior.
Maxwell had been a devious seductress as soon as they had arrived in the bedroom. He'd forced Andrew to lie on his back while he rode him into oblivion. Andrew wasn't afraid to admit that he cried, a lot, both from aching for release and from the pure pleasure that Maxwell gave him.
