It didn't stop once they reached the kitchen. Maxwell found himself bent over the kitchen counter, unable to touch the floor as Andrew fucked him on an angle so that he could raise a glass of water to his lips.
Andrew fully expected him to be able to drink while he drove his cock into him from behind. As if Maxwell was ever going to be able to do that! From the movement alone, that was impossible!
When it became clear that Maxwell couldn't do that, Andrew bent, pressing his hips into him in a circular motion, drawing moans from Maxwell's lips as Andrew covered him, glass in hand, and forced Maxwell to drink. Each sip he gave to Maxwell, he took one for himself. When the glass was empty, it was another round of Maxwell being treated like a doll and lifted up, moved like he weighed nothing, and getting a refill of water while Andrew gave him a pounding.
