Maxwell had set a trap, and Andrew had fallen for it. He had thought he was simply going to help the man put on his anklet that Andrew had bought him.
He should have known better when the man had pulled him into the bedroom to do so. That was a strange place to put on an anklet. Andrew hadn't questioned it until he found himself on his back, Maxwell on top of him with a sly, victorious grin on his face as he began to undress him.
"Did you know," Maxwell started, pulling Andrew's arm through his jacket sleeve, "that when a man gifts an anklet to someone, they usually only want one thing?" Andrew gulped from where he was lying on his back, already hard as a rock while Maxwell smiled at him teasingly.
"N-No. I didn't. What do they normally want?" Andrew asked and Maxwell leaned in, kissing Andrew on the lips.
