Soon, the soft, teasing banter was gone, replaced with two men focused on each other, the rocking of two bodies coming together in unison. Maxwell's grip on Andrew's back gave him enough leverage to rock back harder against Andrew's firm thrusts. Andrew's speed picked up, but not too much.
He'd gotten the edge off with Maxwell's mouth, he wanted to make sure that Maxwell came before Andrew did. He needed to make sure. Andrew's hair fell into his face, blurring his vision and Maxwell, the sweet man that he was, pushed it back for him. They kissed often, tongues tangling as the air grew heavy with their joined pheromones and heat. The sounds of skin meeting skin, the slick warmth between Maxwell's thighs, filled the air.
