"Alright Angel. Come on. Need me to hold you up? Look at you, taking my cock so deeply. Ugh. You feel so good inside. Here, suck on my fingers. Keep focusing on me. Almost done." Andrew's words washed over Maxwell, his vision going blurry as Andrew held Maxwell up with his strength.
Maxwell was feeling a little bit like he'd overestimated how much he'd be able to handle while not in his heat. He was coming to an alarming understanding of why ruts and heats synced up. He also wondered how Andrew had handled this on his own because Maxwell hadn't been able to walk after his heat.
He felt like he wasn't going to be able to walk after Andrew's rut either.
The mirror had gotten an incredible amount of use. Maxwell was worried they were going to have to replace the mattress with how much of a mess he'd made. Andrew had loved fucking Maxwell from behind, and Maxwell felt shivers running down his spine remembering the way Andrew looked at him as he did.
