The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air. Andrew's hips thrust up, over and over, into the welcoming, wet hole of Maxwell's ass. Andrew's breath was laboured, Maxwell's hands grasped at Andrew's hips, both men moaning and cursing at the feeling of each other sliding against the other.
"Andy, oh my god." Maxwell sobbed, and Andrew felt his gaze draw towards the pretty expanse of his neck. He wanted to get it perfect, he didn't want his bite to be sideways. He wanted it to look great on Maxwell's skin.
The focus had his hips thrusting harder, the sounds of Maxwell's pleasure filling his ears and making Andrew's breath fan hot against the sensitive skin. Maxwell, able to sense what Andrew was about to do, gasped loudly.
