Andrew made sure the phone was safe before he turned his full attention to the black silk bag that Maxwell had handed to him.
Maxwell shifted excitedly on the bed next to him, his eyes bright and Andrew chuckled.
"Are you that excited about this?" Andrew teased and Maxwell nodded.
"Yup! We can’t use these at ho!" A shiver went down Andrew’s spine at those words. What did that an? A suspicious feeling filled him as he felt the weight of the bag. No, these couldn’t be...?
Opening the drawstring, Andrew stared into the bag before pulling out a long, silken rope and Maxwell grinned.
"Well? What do you think? Aren’t they perfect?" Maxwell demanded, grabbing onto Andrew’s arm in excitent as Andrew sat there, slack jawed. Maxwell had gotten silken bondage rope? Why?
No, this wasn’t as surprising as it should be. It was more that he was surprised he brought it with him on a trip like this. He wanted to experint with bondage at his brother’s wedding? Shouldn’t they have done this at a different ti?
No, wait, Maxwell had said sothing about knowing that the rooms had four poster beds, and that was why he brought them. Has he used these with others before? When? Where?
Maxwell, completely oblivious to the tornt that Andrew was putting himself through, practically fell over Andrew’s lap as he tried to get to the bag. He pulled the pieces out, his excitent clear on his face. He held up the rope with a grin.
"Look! I even got it in the right colour!" He stated happily and Andrew swallowed.
"The right colour?" He prompted and Maxwell laughed.
"Yeah, of course. You don’t like bright colours, so I got it in black. And look," he held it against Andrew’s skin, "it’s super pretty against your skin." Andrew blushed at Maxwell’s simple enthusiasm. He was a fool.
Even if Maxwell had used rope with soone else, he should have known that Maxwell would have customized his selections to each of his partners. He wasn’t that kind of man. Andrew got his own shade and everything.
He turned his head to the side, covering his mouth with his hand as he tried to control the racing of his heart.
"It does...look nice." Andrew admitted and Maxwell’s smile grew brighter.
"I’m glad you like it. I was having a hard ti making a choice. There was this shade, blackbird, and then there was another called blackberry and I just had the hardest ti. Both would look so good on you, but I settled for blackbird." He was rambling, and it was adorable. It didn’t even matter that it was about silken bondage rope, it was just so stinking cute.
Andrew uncovered his mouth, using the sa hand to grab the back of Maxwell’s head and pulling him in for a deep, heated kiss. Maxwell shut up imdiately, wrapping his arms around Andrew, forgetting that he had the rope in his hands.
He nearly choked Andrew, and coughing, he had to pull away. Maxwell’s expression was soft, dazed, and it was clear he wasn’t just intoxicated on the alcohol. Andrew watched as he licked his lips and he dropped the rope and reached for the buttons on his vest.
"Andy, you look so sexy right now." Maxwell told him and Andrew swallowed.
"We’re wearing the sa thing." Andrew replied and Maxwell blinked big, blue eyes at him.
"We’re wearing a matching set. Are you going to make take it off all by myself?" He asked and Andrew’s head spun. Maxwell, despite being intoxicated, was rather quickly undoing the buttons on his clothes.
Andrew watched him, unable to stop himself. He swallowed.
"Y-You want to help you?" Andrew asked and Maxwell nodded.
"I’ll even help you too." Maxwell didn’t need to drop his voice lower to be seductive, the man was already getting him hard in spades. The way he looked at him, like he was already imagining him naked was enough to get Andrew revved and going.
Maxwell’s hands deftly took off his vest, his eyes never leaving Andrew’s face until he tossed the vest to the side. His gaze dropped to Andrew’s pants pointedly, and Andrew felt his cock harden instantly. Maxwell chuckled.
He leaned in, running his hand up Andrew’s thigh and Andrew trembled.
"Are you going to let tie you up, Baby?" Maxwell’s voice was soft seduction and Andrew groaned.
"You’re drunk." Andrew protested and Maxwell pouted.
"I won’t pass out and leave you tied up." Maxwell ran his hand up and down Andrew’s thigh. Andrew could feel himself caving.
"That’s not what I’m worried about." Andrew murmured, feeling his face heat. Maxwell chuckled, moving in closer. His hand getting dangerously close to Andrew’s cock.
"What are you worried about?" Maxwell asked, leaning in and his breath fanning Andrew’s neck. Andrew shivered as Maxwell shifted, putting more of his weight on Andrew’s thigh. Andrew groaned.
"They aren’t going to be enough to hold back." Andrew told him seriously and Maxwell’s expression filled with an emotion it took Andrew to decipher, and when he did, he couldn’t stop his pheromones from spreading.
It was lust, excitent and sothing a little deeper, a little rougher that filled his expression.
"That’s part of the fun, isn’t it? You, having to learn how to hold back, my dear, true alpha." Maxwell told him and Andrew closed his eyes. The shiver that shook his body had Maxwell laughing and Andrew shuddered more when Maxwell’s teeth sunk into the lobe of his ear. "Please, Baby? We don’t have to do all of your limbs this ti. Just your hands?" He was negotiating with him, when only a few minutes ago he was barely able to hold himself up.
Andrew felt cheated.
He felt betrayed.
He felt too fucking hard to think straight.
"Why do I feel like the one being taken advantage of? You’re the intoxicated one." Andrew protested quietly and Maxwell leaned in closer to him, one hand on his thigh, and the other on his chest.
"I’ve been thinking about this since they arrived. I can’t get the image of you naked, your arms and legs tied and having you at my rcy out of my head. You wouldn’t be able to move as I did whatever I wanted to you. Just a rock hard cock for my enjoynt. You can’t stop from making you cum over and over until your legs shake, your balls are empty, and yet you’ll still cum because that’s what I want." Andrew’s resolve was weakening.
"The ropes aren’t strong enough for that level." Andrew told him and Maxwell chuckled.
"They are if you learn to control yourself." Maxwell told him. "Are you going to try for ? Hmm, Andy?" It wasn’t fair. The man was everything he ever wanted, sexy as hell, and practically begging him to let him tie him up.
Andrew folded like a chair.
"Only my hands." Andrew conceded and Maxwell pounced.
He pushed Andrew back onto the bed, crawling into Andrew’s lap, much to Andrew’s surprise. Andrew watched as his glasses shifted, so he was only able to see him partially as Maxwell licked his lips, a wicked grin on his face.
"Oh my sweet, sweet Andy. You are simply too much." Maxwell said, reaching up to adjust Andrew’s glasses for him before leaning in to kiss his lips. "You just lay back, I’ll do everything." Andrew frowned.
"You said you wanted to help you undress." Andrew protested and Maxwell chuckled.
"It was a ploy. I wanted to lure you in. You wouldn’t be able to resist putting your hands on ." Was Maxwell drunk? This felt too thought out, too planned.
"Are you actually drunk?" Andrew asked and Maxwell grinned.
"I’m fucking wasted." Maxwell told him honestly and Andrew couldn’t help it. He covered his face with his hand and laughed. Maxwell pouted. "Hey! Why are you laughing? You aren’t supposed to be laughing, you’re supposed to be crying!" Maxwell told him and Andrew’s body shook as he continued to laugh.
"I don’t have to cry every ti we have sex." Andrew told him, uncovering his gaze to smile at the beautiful man above him, who was clearly upset.
"But I like it when you cry."
"Yeah? Does it make you feel powerful?" Andrew asked and Maxwell nodded, reaching for his clothes and beginning to undo the buttons on his vest.
"Yes. I like having tall, powerful n on their knees before ." Andrew laughed.
"Then why do I find you on your knees before more?" Maxwell’s cheeks flushed.
"You know what I ant!" Maxwell replied tartly, throwing open Andrew’s vest before going for his dress shirt. Andrew let the man angrily sit on top of him, his face flushed with heat as he worked away.
Maxwell wasn’t even aware of the fact that he was rocking his ass back and against his cock. If he was, he was doing a damn good job of hiding that fact, and Andrew groaned.
"Max, Angel, watch what you’re doing." Andrew warned. "You haven’t even tied up yet. If you aren’t careful, I won’t even last that long." Andrew told him and Maxwell narrowed his eyes.
"I wanted to take my ti unwrapping you. Is that a problem?" Unwrapping him? What did that an? Was Andrew...so kind of present? Andrew stared up into those blue eyes that were hidden under a wave of black hair. Maxwell reached up, pushing his hair out of his face and Andrew sighed.
"Uh, well, I’m not exactly sober and patient, Maxy." Andrew told him and he chuckled.
"Then let at least get the vest and shirt off of you first before I tie you up." Andrew swallowed. The man was an incubus. He was right from the beginning.
Andrew felt himself nod and Maxwell’s smile was bright, triumphant, and made his cock strain against his pants.
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