Andrew's legs shook as for the fifth time Maxwell slid up and off of his cock just as he was about to cum, a devious, dangerous smile on his face. His hair was plastered to his face, his face flushed, his chest pink and his pretty, tingling nipples a brighter red than normal. A sheen across his shoulders and stomach as he had clearly worked up a sweat alongside Andrew.
He looked like an incubus. A demon trying to steal Andrew's seed and sanity.
Maxwell's smile made Andrew's knees knock together as the man leaned in, his breath fanning Andrew's face as he gave a soft chuckle. However, it wasn't as if he was unaffected by their activities. His breath was coming in fast, gasping gulps and Andrew noticed how his legs trembled as they held his own weight.
