Andrew groaned, his head falling back as Maxwell curled his fingers up and hit the spot. It was heaven and hell, since Andrew hadn't felt this in forever. Maxwell was watching Andrew's every expression like he was starved.
Andrew was holding his own legs up and back, allowing Maxwell more control, and also it gave Andrew something to do. This way, Maxwell could focus more and gave him better access, and Andrew felt included.
Andrew could see that Maxwell was getting worked up, and that alone was making the man feel good. He was excited to see that Maxwell's face was flushed, that he was watching Andrew like a hawk, and his cock was hard. They weren't addressing it, but it was clear that Maxwell was pleased that he was getting hard because of Andrew.
There were a few more intense kisses before eventually, Andrew could tell it was time. He was stretched enough to take Maxwell's cock, and Maxwell was getting antsy.
