Maxwell was practically presenting himself, spinning so that his bare neck was staring at Andrew. Andrew sucked in, staring at the tempting expanse of skin, but knew better. His hands slid to Maxwell's shoulders, his body having to fight for his sense of reason as they slid over the flimsy ribbon he'd wrapped himself in. Andrew gave a gentle squeeze hard enough that Maxwell looked back at him, his eyes watery and questioning. God, he looked good enough to tempt the devil.
God would forgive him if he looked at him like that for any sin. The devil too.
"You're not going to do it?" Maxwell asked with a small voice. He was trembling in Andrew's hands and Andrew wasn't sure if it was in anticipation or fear. Andrew's body was so tense that he could barely get a breath in.
Maxy, my sweet angel, I'm not going to make you bleed without making you cum first." Maxwell's pupils exploded, eating the colour from his eyes as his lips pursed slightly.
