Andrew sunk his fingers into the other man's hair, unable to stop himself as he kissed the other man. Hot, wet, their desperate breaths filling the air along with Maxwell's soft, needy moans. Andrew's cock felt like a rod in his pants, and with the way that Maxwell was rubbing against him in his lap, Andrew couldn't exactly be expected to hold himself back.
Andrew tore his mouth away, pressing his lips against Maxwell's skin, trying to breathe past the intoxicating scent that filled his nostrils. So sweet and cloying that Andrew could barely think. Maxwell wasn't anywhere near his heat right now, it was damn near impossible given how recently it had happened, but he was drunk. Or at least intoxicated.
He wasn't in full control of all of his abilities.
