Maxwell pressed more kisses against Andrew's cock through the fabric of his underwear. Andrew groaned, clenching his hands tightly against his sides instead of sinking his fingers into the other man's hair like he wanted to.

He wanted to control this moment, but he knew better. The moment he attempted to do so, the moment was over. That was how Maxwell worked most of the time.

Andrew had to keep his eyes closed because he couldn't watch what Maxwell was doing. If he did, he knew he would cum in a heartbeat and he wanted this to last longer. Did that mean he felt every little nibbling bite and kiss and lick? Yes. But that also meant he didn't have to see the look in Maxwell's eyes as he did that.

He just knew that it would push him over the edge if he saw those blue eyes staring up at him while his lips were on his cock.

Maxwell's mouth was hot, heaven, and Andrew tried not to focus on how much he wanted the man to stop teasing him. It only got worse when Maxwell pressed his lips against his skin, above the waistband of his underwear. Andrew shuddered and Maxwell chuckled.

"Maybe it was always a good thing you couldn't see me. Look, you're leaking precum, Andy." Maxwell's hands shaped Andrew's cock, pressing and kneading against the most delicate parts of him.

Andrew shuddered as his thumb pressed against his slit. He was barely in control of his body, and he certainly wasn't in control of the situation.

"You should stop doing that. I'm probably sweaty." Andrew told him and flushed when Maxwell inhaled loudly.

"Yeah, so? I like your scent." Maxwell murmured, flicking his tongue out and along the band of Andrew's underwear. Andrew let out a shaky breath, holding back a curse word as he felt Maxwell's teeth come into play. He grabbed the waistband with his teeth, gently pulling it down over Andrew's cock until it burst free.

The sharp contrast of the wet, warm fabric and the cool air allowed Andrew to gather his senses for a few seconds. It only lasted that long because Maxwell spared no time in getting the tip of Andrew's cock into his warm, wet mouth.

Andrew covered his mouth, muffling the noises he made as Maxwell swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock, his mouth tight, wet, and driving Andrew insane.

He released him only to then run his tongue down the length of his shaft.

"Mm. Tastes like Andrew." Maxwell said, humour in his voice. "Delicious." Andrew felt his cock swell, close to cuming just from a few words of the man on his knees before him.

"Max. You're killing me." Andrew protested and Maxwell let out a chuckle.

"I'm not. You don't even have your eyes open." Maxwell protested. "Are you going to open those pretty brown eyes for me, Andy? Can I see my Baby lost in pleasure?" It was a plea that Andrew couldn't resist.

He opened his eyes, looking pained as he finally saw the absolutely angelic image of Maxwell on his knees, his tongue pressed against the underside of Andrew's cock as the rest of Andrew's cock slid against his face. The tip leaked on Maxwell's forehead as the man smiled up at him from underneath. His hands tightened on Andrew's thighs, his nails digging in and bringing Andrew only more pleasure.

Andrew whimpered as his cock tensed more and Andrew watched the knot form lower on his shaft. Maxwell did too, and a playful, dangerous smile touched his lips. He leaned away from Andrew, sliding his cock down his face until the head of his cock was pressed against his lips.

Each soft breath made Andrew's breathing go ragged.

"Are you going to cum? Do you want to cum in my mouth?" Maxwell asked, all pouty lips and soft breaths. Andrew couldn't even think straight.

"You don't need to." Andrew offered, his voice rough. "Just seeing you is enough." Andrew told him, and watched as Maxwell's eyes sparkled.

"Right answer." Maxwell said, pleasure dripping from his voice before he wrapped his mouth around Andrew's cock and took him deeply in his mouth. Andrew let out an uncontrollable guttural groan as Maxwell took him to his limit, his hand sliding away from his thigh to rub his balls in his hands, stimulating past the point of reason.

It only took Maxwell a few, wet, soaking head bobs before Andrew was tensing his body, letting out a sharp exhale and filling the man's mouth with his cum.

Maxwell didn't pull away, taking everything that Andrew was giving him, only pulling back when Andrew's legs were barely keeping him up.

Maxwell had a smug look on his face, his lips and chin wet with saliva as he opened his hands under his mouth and stuck his tongue out, showing Andrew his own cum. Andrew grew hard in an instant, and Maxwell chuckled before folding his tongue back into his mouth and showing off his throat as he swallowed.

"We don't waste cum here." Maxwell said, and Andrew felt a cloud of lust descend on him.

"If we don't waste cum, let me suck you off. I can swallow too." Andrew offered quickly, readily. He would do it in a heartbeat. He wanted to do it. Maxwell's smile was pure devious amusement as he watched the words tumble from Andrew's lips.

"I have better plans. Take those pants off, big boy. That cock is mine tonight." Maxwell warned and Andrew just nodded. He wasn't about to argue with a man who was the reason his heart beat. Andrew yanked his pants off of his body, stumbling slightly in his urgency.

Maxwell remained on his knees, watching Andrew through a narrow gaze that only spelt trouble, and endless pleasure for Andrew. Andrew even kicked off his socks, and then he stood naked before Maxwell. Maxwell slowly rose to his feet, and Andrew held his breath. He couldn't predict what he was going to do, had no idea what the man had on the mind.

Well, he had some idea, but he wasn't sure which way the man was going to go.

Never in a million years did he expect Maxwell to slide his hand around Andrew's still hard, still slightly knotted cock, and tug. Like he was tugging on his hand, not his cock.

"Follow me." Maxwell's voice was sultry, soft, and Andrew nearly swallowed his tongue when his hand tightened around his cock again, giving it a squeeze. "Come on, Baby. Or are you going to keep me waiting?" Maxwell asked, raising an eyebrow.

Andrew's air left him with a 'woosh!'.

He wanted to pressure the ring maker to go faster. He couldn't let anyone else get any ideas about this man. Not without Andrew's right to set them straight. This Maxwell was only for his eyes, not anyone else's. He'd fight wars to make sure that was the case.

"I-I'm coming." Andrew told him, breathless and Maxwell gave a soft chuckle.

"No you aren't. Not yet, at least." He teased and Andrew was so fucked.

Maxwell led him to the bed, ordering Andrew to get onto his back and scoot up the bed until he was lying in the center, his legs basically spread eagle, and now it was Maxwell's time to finish getting undressed.

Andrew had a full show of the man, the smirk, the pale skin, and the flush of desire across his cheeks and chest. It was so damn hot as Maxwell flicked open his belt that Andrew's cock jerked. Maxwell laughed, humour in his gaze now that he'd had a little taste of Andrew.

God, Andrew wanted to make him scream.

Maxwell didn't tease Andrew as much, looping his fingers in his pants and underwear as he pulled them off. Andrew nearly choked at what he witnessed though.

Maxwell wasn't just wet, he was wet. It was like a damn trail in between his cheeks, sticking to his underwear as he pulled it down. He had to be so turned on it was criminal that Andrew couldn't touch it.

Andrew's breath became laboured as he tried to scent the air, to see if he could smell it. It was so animalistic of him that Andrew thought he was a damn freak for a moment, before he remembered this was Maxwell he was talking about, and he was an uncontrollable animal for the man.

Maxwell didn't seem to notice Andrew's strange behaviour as he turned towards the chair, sliding it further so that Andrew had a full view of his bent over ass, dripping with his desire as he undid his shoes.

Scratch that, Maxwell knew full well what he was doing to Andrew, and he loved it. Maxwell hadn't tied Andrew up, hadn't bound him in any way, but Andrew knew he couldn't just touch Maxwell. It was an unspoken rule.

A rule Andrew never broke.

Maxwell finished undoing his shoes, pulling his socks off quickly and then he stood, naked, hard, and at the end of the bed. He raised a hand, pushing his hair back and out of his face further, ruining the gelled look that he'd given it for the party. He licked his lips, then slid his gaze to the nightstands.

Andrew didn't need another suggestion. He reached out, slapping his hand down on a box, any box, and yanking it towards him. Andrew didn't even know how or when he rolled the condom down over his shaft, just that he did.

Maxwell's eyes filled with mirth as he watched Andrew desperately get himself ready. Maxwell's eyes scanned Andrew's body, a hunger replacing the mirth quickly. Then, Maxwell began to climb onto the bed, only settling down in a sitting position on Andrew's stomach, his ass rubbing against his cock.

It was intentional, and Andrew didn't mind. Especially since Maxwell didn't give him a look when he placed his hands on Maxwell's thighs.

"What do you want to do?" Andrew asked Maxwell softly and Maxwell let out a sweet sigh.

"I want to swallow you whole. With both ends. A tragic thing, that." Maxwell muttered and Andrew felt his eyes widen.

"Maxwell Beckett. You better not be suggesting another person-" Maxwell shook his head, the smile still tugging at his lips as he fanned his hand against Andrew's chest, staring at his nipple thoughtfully.

"No, Baby. I just want two of you. Tragically, that's not a reality. I want to choke on your cock while you make me cum while thrusting into me." Maxwell murmured and Andrew immediately began thinking of what he could to make that dream come true.

"A fuck machine?" Andrew suggested, and watched as Maxwell's eyes widened.

"A what?" He asked, and Andrew, who already had a Christmas gift for Maxwell, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and felt a wicked, dirty smile touch his lips.

Right. He forgot that Maxwell had gotten around, but it was strictly pretty vanilla. Andrew was going to ruin the man in the best way possible. A safe way. Just for them.