"Oh god, keep going." Maxwell moaned, gripping onto the sheets above his head. They had switched positions and now Andrew was the one on top, plunging his cock into Maxwell as deep as Maxwell would take it. Maxwell's legs were held together, Andrew's arm wrapped around them while his other hand dug into his hip, holding him in place as he moved his hips.
Andrew had put a pillow under Maxwell's hips, just to give him the right angle and a little support and Maxwell loved it. Maxwell's eyes were practically rolled back in his head as Andrew stared down at him. His cock was bouncing with each thrust, the moans that poured from his mouth spurring Andrew on.
A tiny glint caught Andrew's eye and he turned, the anklet in full display. Andrew shuddered, clenching his teeth as he felt his cock twitch. Alright. He understood it now.
