The soft, gasping sound that escaped Maxwell's lips was music to Andrew's ears. He'd barely moved, just simply adjusted slightly and Maxwell's body responded. Squeezing Andrew tightly, his muscles convulsing, Maxwell's mouth parting slightly.
Andrew bent, his body covering Maxwell's from behind, pinning Maxwell under him in a straight line. Maxwell's legs curled at the knees, the heels of his feet tapping Andrew's body in different places, almost as if just to feel him there. Or protest his treatment.
Maxwell's body was slightly slick with sweat under Andrew's body, his flesh warm as Andrew slid his hand up his back, gripping onto Maxwell's shoulder tightly for a moment before sliding his hand to Maxwell's throat. The soft, shaky breath from Maxwell's lips made Andrew's cock throb.
