Andrew's mouth found the soft flesh of the man undulating on top of him, taking his cock deeper inside of him. Squeezing and holding him deep inside of him, his warmth a tight vice around Andrew's cock. Andrew moaned, his fingers digging into Maxwell's soft flesh, gripping him so tightly he knew that his pale skin would hold the marks for hours.
The sound of their moans mixed with the sound of water hitting the tiles around them as Andrew sat on a temporary stool brought into the shower stall. Andrew's feet clenched on the tile as Maxwell's internal grip tightened around him particularly tight, and Andrew clenched his teeth, before turning his attentions back to the slender neck under his mouth, the soft way Maxwell let out a little fluttering moan as Andrew's tongue licked closer and closer to the back of his neck.
