Maxwell was making a damn mess. In fact, he'd been making a damn mess since he had sunk down on Andrew's cock in the kitchen on those bar stools. Thankfully, they had managed to get some food and water into both of them, finishing the jug and the plate of food but everything after that?
Fuck. Maxwell's toes curled just thinking about it.
Andrew had had his way with him all over the kitchen. From the bar stools, to the counter. Andrew, the sly fool, had remembered all the sauces that they had in the fridge and had really made a damn mess of Maxwell. He'd been sticky until Andrew had literally licked every inch of him clean.
Maxwell would have been horrified if every second hadn't been pure heaven.
