Maxwell realised a little too late that maybe…he shouldn't have provoked Andrew as much as he had. He forgot. That as much as Andrew was a soft man molded only to please Maxwell and protect him, he was still a man. Not only a man, a true alpha who had…particular tendencies, even if Andrew kept them under wraps most of the time.
Andrew's fingers were in Maxwell's mouth, his other hand holding onto Maxwell's hands like it wasn't terrifying and sexy all at the same time that he could hold both of Maxwell's wrists in one hand as he pounded the living daylights out of him from behind.
"How's your hole feeling? Still hungry?" Andrew asked, his face flushed, his expression harsh, concentrated. Maxwell moaned around the fingers in his mouth, his tongue coating them with his saliva as he felt himself twitch around Andrew's cock pummeling his ass. Andrew was making use of the mirrors on the first day, just like Maxwell had wanted.
