Andrew felt his hands tremble slightly as he followed Maxwell's commands. His hands slow, the buttons feeling like damn beads between his fingers as he took his time like Maxwell asked. He wanted to tear his clothes off, press his body against the other man's. Feel his heart beat under his hand, against his lips. Not this slow, prolonged seduction that Maxwell was asking.

Instead, he was slow, methodical as he stared at Maxwell while removing his clothes. He worried that it wasn't going to be worth it, but when he scanned the other man's body and found his cock straining against the zipper of his pants, Andrew reevaluated his previous thought.

When Andrew looked up from the straining cock to Maxwell's gaze, he felt his back straighten out. The man's blue eyes were pools of heated desire. Andrew felt his whole body shudder when Maxwell reached down, grabbing onto his own cock and giving it a squeeze through his pants. Seeing the outline of his cock against the white of his skin was making Andrew feel all kinds of things.

"Fuck. Slower. I want to see every damn inch of you revealed to me like a damn prize." Maxwell muttered, lust in his every word and Andrew shuddered. He felt his pheromones leave him, reaching out for the other man in a way that he couldn't control. Maxwell's nostrils flared, his ears a burning red that spread to his cheeks as he remained fully dressed, his hand on his cock, and his eyes watching Andrew with a possessive lust that made Andrew want to whimper.

He didn't know who was going to be more out of control tonight. Him, or Maxwell?

"Max, don't make me drag this out too long. I'm already near bursting." Andrew warned, his voice low, a rumble even to his own ears. Maxwell shuddered, his frame shaking as his eyes fluttered closed. Andrew watched as the man's tongue darted out of his mouth and wet his lips.

"You can cum whenever you want. Soak your pants, your underwear. I don't care, but we're going slow. This is my reward for today." Maxwell said firmly, not budging and Andrew felt his lips turn up slightly.

"Your reward? For what?" Andrew asked, curious about what the man was going to say. Not that he thought Maxwell didn't deserve a reward.

"Do you even know how hard it was to keep my hands to myself tonight? How hard I had to fight against pulling you off and away from the party to have my wicked way with you? Ever since you put on that dress shirt I've been fighting myself from attacking you. Let me enjoy this." Maxwell warned. His voice was a growl that sent shivers up Andrew's spine, let alone what the other man was saying to him.

"That was hours ago." Andrew muttered and Maxwell let out a dry laugh.

"Yeah. So what's another few minutes, hmm? Put on a show for me, Andy. Don't you want to sink your cock into my wet hole? Give me a reason to let you." Maxwell's words were intoxication itself. Andrew let out a shaky breath, hearing the order, and understood where he stood in this moment.

He was the object of obsession right now, and Andrew didn't hate that.

Bracing himself, Andrew took a slow, measured deep breath before he continued his slow work. His job. He finished unbuttoning his vest, before he turned his attention to the cuffs of his jacket.

"Max, do you want to sit down? That way you can watch me from comfort." Andrew suggested, his breath hot, his skin beading with sweat. Maxwell's gaze roamed him hungrily before he shifted on his feet, marching over to the bed with intent.

There, he sat himself down, his legs sprayed wide as he turned his gaze back to Andrew. The heat was like a brand, and Andrew was glad that the man who wanted to own him was Maxwell. He didn't think there was anyone who was prettier, more handsome than the man who sat watching him. A caged beast. A vibrating being made of lust and sex.

Andrew slowly pulled his jacket off, Maxwell watching every little shift of his muscles under his clothes, before Andrew turned to the buttons on his dress shirt. He was slow, taking his time and milking every hint of skin. He hadn't even undone his belt yet, or untucked his shirt. For goodness sake, his shoes were still on, but that was besides the point.

Maxwell was practically drooling watching him, his grip on his cock through his pants fluctuating in a way that Andrew could tell was uncontrollable. It wasn't intentional, he was just doing what felt good and that only made Andrew's fever pitch higher.

Andrew stopped midway, halting finishing the buttons on his dress shirt, revealing a deep V on the fabric, but not enough. Andrew could see it in the way that Maxwell was staring at him, his lips wet, slightly open.

"Take off your jacket, Angel." Andrew whispered. "Please? Can this be a little give and take? Aren't you warm?" Andrew's voice was soft, deep, and from his heart. He was trying to speak to the more primal part of Maxwell's being. Maxwell was so worked up, Andrew wasn't even sure it was going to work.

Until Maxwell started pulling his jacket off with jerky movements, then yanked at his tie. He pulled it off, tossing it to the side, his eyes never leaving Andrew's face. His body.

"Keep going." Maxwell warned, and Andrew nodded, his lips titling up slightly. God, what he wouldn't do to please this man. What he wanted to do to please this man. He wanted to sink into him, Maxwell above him, under him, on his side. He didn't care, he just wanted to be the reason that Maxwell was short of breath, sweat rolling down his skin. The reason that pleasure bloomed on his face.

He looked beautiful when he was in the throws of ecstasy.

Andrew began to pull off the vest, tossing it to the side before he slowly slid his hands down his chest, his hands getting caught in the open v of fabric he'd left. He watched as Maxwell stared at his movements, transfixed as Andrew's finger got caught, tugged at the opening and showed off a bit more of Andrew's stomach before Andrew continued further down.

Maxwell was in a stupor as Andrew began to pull at his belt buckle. The metallic sound filling the air as Andrew's breath became shorter, tighter. He could feel how his own cock was straining against his underwear and the pants. Could tell that Maxwell saw it as well.

The man had been focused on his chest but now he was staring intently at the outline of Andrew's cock in his pants. Andrew let out a groan.

"Angel, don't look at me like that. You make me want to break this moment." Andrew pleaded and Maxwell's little tongue darting out to lick his lips made his cock jump in his pants. Andrew groaned again. "Max." He warned, but Maxwell wasn't on his best behaviour.

Maxwell let out a shaky breath, leaning back slightly, his one hand going behind him to support him as he widened his legs and his hand slid from his cock to brush against the seat of his pants.

"Fuck. I'm so wet watching you undress. Touch yourself over your pants, Baby. I wanna see." Maxwell's gaze was focused on the hard outline of Andrew's cock and Andrew groaned again. Each request was practically music to Andrew's ears.

Andrew reached down further, stopping his hands at his belt and hesitated for only a second before he squeezed his cock in his pants. Maxwell let out a soft whimper, his fingers doing rolling circles around his ass. Andrew groaned, watching the man gently touch himself as Andrew felt his own cock in his hand.

It was a long moment of panting breaths, silence, and two men barely restraining themselves from pouncing on the other. Maxwell was the one who reigned them both back in, as Andrew was ready to forget this whole thing and get naked with each other.

"K-Keep going." Maxwell's voice caught, and he cleared his throat before he kept speaking. It was a sign that the man was heavily affected by what they were doing. Andrew was at least glad for that as he slid his hand back up his body to the belt buckle.

Maxwell watched him as Andrew opened it, licked his lips and then slowly pulled the belt out of it's loops. Andrew and Maxwell held their breath as it dropped to the floor before Andrew went for the button on his pants. The sound of the zipper on his fly filled the air before Andrew began to tug his shirt free.

Maxwell was a beast barely contained as Andrew stopped what he was doing.

"Angel, take a little more off?" Andrew asked softly and Maxwell snarled, not wanting this show to stop. He desperately tore at his own clothes, ripped the vest off before he did the same for his dress shirt. He didn't even care to pull it out of his pants, and Andrew was fairly certain he'd lost a button in the process. Andrew didn't laugh at him, completely understanding the need that pulsed beneath his skin.

Andrew was barely contained as well.

Andrew continued once Maxwell was bare chested, his skin a beautiful cream shade in the light. Andrew wanted to leave his mark all over his beautiful skin. Bites, licks, sucks. He didn't care. He just wanted to mark Maxwell as his own.

Andrew felt drool fill his mouth again and Andrew groaned. He reached up, slowly unbuttoning the last of his shirt before he carefully shrugged it off. Maxwell's gaze was going to bore a hole through him, and Andrew let out a shaky sigh.

He'd never been this desired by someone else before. Not by his other lovers, his one night stands. It was so flattering, and Maxwell probably didn't know how much it healed parts of Andrew he didn't even know were broken.

Andrew glanced away from Maxwell towards a chair that was nearby. Maxwell looked at where Andrew was looking, before glancing back at Andrew. Andrew smirked, moving towards the chair and slowly dragged it into view, where Andrew had been standing before. Then, he put his foot up, bending to undo his shoes.

Maxwell's little impatient whimper filled Andrew's ears, making his cock pulse, but he grit his teeth and continued. Each shoe took what felt like a full minute, before Andrew turned to Maxwell, stuck his fingers in his belt loops at his full height, and slowly began to pull his pants down.

As soon as his cock was free, Maxwell slid to his knees on the floor, unable to help himself.

Andrew watched as the man shuffled forward, his mouth slightly open, and Andrew wondered what he was going to do. His chest heaved with his breaths as Maxwell got closer, those damn beautiful eyes capturing him.

He probably looked like a mess, his skin flushed, sweating, as Maxwell stared at him, at his cock in his underwear, like it was the best thing he'd seen since sliced bread.

Andrew's breath caught when Maxwell's hands slid to his thighs and his mouth got dangerously close to his cock. Maxwell's mouth brushed against the side of his cock in his underwear and Andrew shivered at the soft breath, the warm heat against his shaft.

"Mine." Maxwell whispered, before he pressed a kiss against the fabric covered cock. Andrew closed his eyes, the visual too stimulating to keep himself in check. He was going to cum like a teenager if he watched this right now.