The sound of Maxwell and Andrew's moans filled the air, along with the rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh. The room was a mixture of Maxwell's pheromones wrapped and encased in Andrew's. Many, many used condoms covered the bed, tossed and tied precariously as Andrew took and took from Maxwell, and Maxwell gave right back.
Maxwell was bent like a pretzel, his arms held above his head as Andrew pounded his cock into his ass over and over, fluids and liquids pouring out of him, Maxwell's stomach and chest covered in his own cum as Andrew knew exactly where to hit until Maxwell lost his damn mind. His voice was hoarse from whimpering and moaning, his face a mess of tears from pleasure and his lips swollen from Andrew's own. Maxwell's nails had dug trenches in Andrew's back and arms, which was why Andrew had his hands pinned above his head as he drove his cock into him, on a mission.
