Andrew’s every breath was full of Maxwell’s spicy, tangy scent and taste. His nose and lips were wet with it, and with every breath, Andrew fell deeper and deeper into his desire.
He wanted to make a ss of Maxwell.
He was making a ss of Maxwell.
The poor oga under him was twitching, whimpering, leaking. He’d cum twice so far, his own cum painting his chest from where Andrew had bent him. Andrew’d almost cum once, but knew he couldn’t. The only place he was allowed to cum was in or on Maxwell, not from where the tip of his cock was rubbing against the edge of the bed as he ate his husband from tip to tail.
So he held back, putting his attention into making sure every move he made had Maxwell’s toes curling, his head tossed back, his throat tight as he fought against the pleasure. Lost in it.
Maxwell was so pretty when he was lost in pleasure. His normally sharp blue eyes dazed, confused, blown so wide that Andrew wanted to suck on his lips to bring him back to reality. His chest heaving, Andrew’s dedication sprayed all over his lower stomach, leaking onto the sheets. Maxwell’s ass twitched, begging, pleading for Andrew to make a move. Fill him. Fuck him.
Andrew wasn’t strong enough to resist him anymore.
Andrew couldn’t take off the underwear that Maxwell was wearing without ripping them. He wanted to keep him in the garter and stockings, the lace making Andrew’s head spin. So, he did that.
He ripped the underwear off of Maxwell, the man dazed and pliant so he didn’t even notice. Or he did, but only the soft crinkle of his nose, his brows drawing together was the most he could protest.
Cute. He was so damn cute. Cute and sexy and oh so completely Andrew’s that it made every inch of Andrew ache.
His balls were heavy, his cock hard. He was worried that the second he put his cock near Maxwell, just nudging his hole was going to make him burst like a damn teen. He’d worked himself into a fever pitch teasing the other man. It was the cost of what he had done.
Andrew bent, pressing a wet kiss to Maxwell’s cheek, listening to the man’s soft protest as he slid his lips down, trailing kisses from his cheek, jaw, throat and ending at his collarbone. Andrew sucked, leaving a pink mark against his skin, proud of the hickie.
"Why are you tornting ?" Maxwell whispered in a small voice and Andrew blinked, before his expression softened. He pressed a few more deep, wet kisses against Maxwell’s skin.
"I’m not tornting you, I’m loving you the way I would like to. You never let do this normally." Andrew told him. Maxwell groaned.
"Because this is hell. God, I just want you inside of . I want to feel you stretching open. I want to squeeze you tightly." Maxwell complained, his bottom lip sticking out. He was actually pouting and it made him all the more adorable.
"If it’ll make you feel better, I’m going to cum as soon as my dick touches your ass." Andrew told him. "I played a little too close to the sun. You tasted too good. My lips and tongue still taste you on my lips." Andrew whispered against Maxwell’s skin. Maxwell tensed.
"Let go of my legs. If you’re going to cum, let taste it." Maxwell was trying to negotiate with him. Andrew’s breathing grew rough as he heard Maxwell’s words.
"Maxy..." He trailed off and Maxwell’s hands released the sheets, reaching for Andrew. His fingernails were out, gently running down Andrew’s back. Andrew’s body shivered, the light pain making his body twitch and shiver.
"I don’t want to waste a drop. I’m hungry too. Co on, you want to fill my mouth, right?" Maxwell’s breath was light, panting, and when Andrew t his gaze?
Andrew felt his knees buckle. Shit.
Andrew was releasing him shortly after, coming around the bed, putting a knee up near Maxwell’s head, his cock proud and imposing as he ca to a halt re inches away from Maxwell’s face. He wasn’t worried. He’d be able to recover in a second, the pheromones in the air hot and heavy. His desire was too strong for the other man, but this would probably take the edge off.
"On your back or side?" Andrew asked, staring down at the man lying down. It was wrong of him but he wanted to open the other man’s mouth and shove his cock inside. He wanted to see his eyes water as he tried to take Andrew’s length into his mouth. He wanted to rub the tip of his cock all over his face, cum spurting out of the tip and painting the other man’s face.
Marking. Claiming.
No one would be able to think he belonged to anyone else.
"Co here, Baby." Maxwell said, reaching out and sinking his nails into Andrew’s thigh. The pain was a jolt of pleasure that had a direct line to Andrew’s cock. Andrew let out a short gasp, his shoulders shaking for a second as Maxwell watched his every reaction. "You really aren’t going to last long." It wasn’t teasing, only a statent. Andrew watched as Maxwell licked his lips. "Put your cock in my mouth, Baby. Co on." Maxwell encouraged and Andrew couldn’t resist.
He shifted, coming closer, his hand going to the headrest to support himself as he lood over the other man. Maxwell, boneless, his body flushed and pampered, opened his mouth, his eyes eting Andrew’s with a slight sparkle. His lips curled up slightly, clearly pleased as he stuck his tongue out. Inviting, dangerous. Andrew’s breath caught in his throat for a mont at the visual.
God, the man in his harness, cum all over his stomach, Andrew’s marks all over his creamy, pale skin. He looked better than any wet dream that Andrew could have had.
"Put your left hand on my cock." Andrew ordered. Maxwell’s expression shifted, confusion coming into his gaze but Andrew didn’t care. He waited, his cock twitching, as Maxwell slowly raised his left hand and placed it on his cock. Andrew groaned, the soft touch of his husband’s hand on his cock making him want to cum in an instant. He waited, lowering his lips more until the tip of his cock t the eager mouth of the man beneath him.
What feast for his eyes. Maxwell’s flushed face, his ring catching in the light as he licked and swirled his tongue around the tip of Andrew’s cock. He could feel his knot swelling already and Maxwell could tell too.
A glint flickered in his gaze, his hand tightening around Andrew’s cock until Andrew clenched his teeth, cursing as Maxwell took the tip into his mouth and rolled his tongue along the underside of his cock. Shit. God, the man was everything to him.
"Maxy. Drink up." Andrew groaned and Maxwell twitched once as Andrew’s balls drew up, his body tensing. The long, low groan that left Andrew’s lips hung in the air as Maxwell took everything that Andrew gave.
Andrew pulled back after a mont, hissing as the warmth on his cock hit the cold air. Maxwell licked his lips, his hand still on Andrew’s cock, his thumb rubbing the knot thoughtfully as Andrew shivered.
Maxwell didn’t let a single drop escape, eting Andrew’s eyes as he made a grand show of swallowing and then showing off his empty mouth. Andrew shivered.
"You are going to drive to sin." Andrew told him softly. Maxwell laughed.
"Where are you sinning? We’re already married." Maxwell teased and Andrew felt his lips tug up slightly.
"You’re right." Andrew spoke softly, shifting so that he could kiss Maxwell on the lips. He didn’t even care that he could taste himself there. All cum tasted the sa when it wasn’t Maxwell’s. "We aren’t having a child out of wedlock. We dodged that bullet." Andrew whispered against his lips. Maxwell chuckled, squeezing Andrew’s cock once before he let go and wrapped his arms around Andrew’s shoulders.
"All because you were being cautious." Maxwell told him, no heat behind his words. Smile in his eyes. Andrew softened.
"My Mom would have had my neck." Andrew responded seriously. Maxwell laughed. He yanked Andrew down and Andrew was expecting him to kiss him but instead he rubbed his cheek against Andrew’s. It was cute, endearing. Andrew felt his heart squeeze in his chest.
"She would have forgiven you if I told her I made you cum inside of ." Maxwell responded. Andrew felt his heart freeze, before a surprised laugh left his lips.
"She still would have my neck." Andrew told him, his shoulder’s shaking. "You would never be at fault." Andrew told him. Maxwell pulled back, pouting.
"Co on, I tried really hard, alright? Now co over here and put that thick dick of yours inside of . Didn’t you taste enough? Let have my present now." Maxwell was full on pouting, his cheeks puffed out, his eyes dazed, his lips glistening. Andrew let out a soft sigh.
"Oh Angel, I’m not coming out once I go in. You know that, right?" Andrew told him softly. Maxwell’s eyes widened, his mouth opening for a mont before it fluttered closed.
"Y-You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing." Maxwell muttered as Andrew scanned his face thoughtfully.
"It’s not, if you also don’t think it is. This is going to be worse than when you’re in heat. You’re going to know every inch of intimately, Maxy. You’ll never forget. I’m going to fuck you with the knot in." Andrew whispered, his gaze narrowing as he watched Maxwell’s reaction carefully.
Maxwell’s eyes widened, but he didn’t look scared. Shocked, but not scared. Andrew watched as he swallowed thickly, his lips shaping words that he put no voice to.
"That’s why I made sure you were nice and wet. Soaking for and my cock." Andrew told him, feeling the knot starting to fade. Perfect. "I don’t want to hurt my husband. Not really." Andrew leaned in, nibbling on Maxwell’s ear. "I want him to ache for . Beg to put it in. Are you going to beg for , Maxy? Shake those hips for , grind against my cock until I can’t breathe, can’t think unless I’m inside of you?" Andrew’s breath was warm against the shell of Maxwell’s ear.
Andrew heard the choked sound that left Maxwell’s lips like a prayer. Andrew’s grin in response was feral.
"How wide are you going to open to let in? How are you going to greet inside, Maxy? So soft and warm and welcoming, or are you going to squeeze tightly? Milk for everything I’m worth? Co on, Maxy. Tell . What are you going to do?" Andrew was pushing, teasing. He loved seeing Maxwell’s ears pink, loved seeing the blush across his cheeks.
The way that Maxwell’s fingers dug into his skin as each word washed over him made this mont even more wonderful. Blissful.
"B-Both." Maxwell whispered. "Both. Andy, co on. Please. I’m so wet it hurts." Maxwell’s voice trembled slightly and Andrew shifted. He’d almost gone too far. The man could only handle so much teasing before he started getting angry.
Andrew pressed a kiss against his throat, a slow, pleased breath leaving his lips.
"Alright Angel. I’ll co in. Are you ready?" He asked, and the responding kiss he got told him everything that he needed to know. Andrew smiled into the kiss, Maxwell’s lips and tongue desperate, pleading. It was ti.
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