They barely made it through the meal before Andrew found himself pressing Maxwell against the table, kissing the man senseless. The containers were pushed off the table, thankfully mostly empty but still making a mess.
Maxwell didn't discourage him. Instead, he sunk his fingers into Andrew's hair, wrapping his legs around Andrew's waist as Andrew sipped and sucked at Maxwell's tongue.
Maxwell started it, of course. The man had been giving Andrew bedroom eyes the whole time, asking Andrew to hand feed him, sucking on his fingers, making direct eye contact as he swirled his tongue around his fingers.
Andrew somehow managed to last until the dessert. It was fruit, fresh fruit, and god above, Andrew was just a man.
Maxwell knew exactly what he was doing, made even more clear when Maxwell called 'lights out' before Andrew descended on his lips. Andrew tried to have control, tried not to make a mess, but the scent that filled his nostrils drove him even more insane.
