Andrew's vision felt dim. He felt focused on the man in front of him. He almost ran into the doorway as he stalked after Maxwell who was walking backwards towards the bed. Maxwell's upper body was flushed, his steps hurried. So much so that he had underestimated how close he was to the bed and tripped, falling back onto the soft bed with his eyes wide.
"Condoms." Maxwell rasped as Andrew came to a standstill at the edge of the bed. Andrew let out a soft growl and Maxwell gulped. "Andrew. You don't want me pregnant at the wedding." Maxwell told him and Andrew scowled at him.
He was making too much sense. Andrew didn't want to hear him talking about anything logical anymore. All he wanted to hear was how Maxwell sounded when he was wrapped around his dick, sobbing for more.
