Andrew made sure that all the doors were locked before the two of them headed back upstairs. Andrew knew that Maxwell had eaten, Andrew had eaten, so he didn't need to worry about feeding his sweet omega anything else.

Maxwell was only worried about being fed one thing by Andrew and Andrew now knew that he only had to worry about that.

Andrew felt a great deal of comfort from having Maxwell in his arms. He was also in his clothes, which Andrew had to admit to himself, soothed a part of him inside. He felt so damn warm and fuzzy inside.

Maxwell was his pair? His fated pair? That was such an amazing thing to find out. Maxwell had said he had known from the first moment that he had laid eyes on Andrew that he knew what he would mean to him. It was a bittersweet thought to think that Maxwell had known that, known that he was in a relationship, and had planned to stay by his side if he had remained in that relationship.

Andrew bent, pressing a kiss to Maxwell's shoulder. Maxwell made a small noise of complaint.

"What are you kissing me for if it's not on the lips?" Maxwell asked, sounding annoyed and Andrew felt his smile grow. He was probably grinning like a fool.

"Am I not allowed to kiss you somewhere else right now?" Andrew asked and Maxwell raised his head from where he'd been cuddled against Andrew's chest and glared at him.

"No." He told him, pouting. Andrew's smile grew bigger. He was so stinking cute that Andrew didn't know what to do with himself. He was angry that Andrew wouldn't have sex with him, but was also angry that Andrew was going to kiss him anywhere but on the lips. He suspected that Maxwell wanted to fall sleep joined and facing each other.

Andrew's legs quivered slightly at the impact of that image in his head.

"Alright. I'll keep that in mind." Andrew told him, smiling down at him. "Did you want to have a bath before we headed to bed?" Andrew asked and Maxwell shook his head.

"No. I don't want anything else but you, inside of me, on the bed and in my arms." Maxwell was making sure what he wanted was clear, and to the point. Andrew resisted the urge to smother the man's face in kisses. He'd just said he didn't want any kisses unless they were on his lips.

"Alright. Heard loud and clear. Just the bedroom, and the bathroom to grab more condoms." Andrew said and Maxwell nodded, tucking his head back into Andrew's chest. He was so cute.

Andrew kicked the door open gently, glancing around the bedroom to see what state it was in, before turning and heading for the bathroom. He didn't let go of Maxwell as he looked around in the bathroom for the condoms, found a few packs and gave them to Maxwell so he could restock while he was at it. Didn't make sense to not plan ahead, especially given how Maxwell was behaving right now.

Well, he shouldn't blame it all on Maxwell. Andrew also felt a healthy attraction to the smaller man. He wanted to make sweet, sweet, slow love to the man. The kind that took who you were before the encounter and changed you on a fundamental level. He wanted Maxwell and Andrew to connect on a level that changed them so that neither could exist without the other.

Andrew gulped.

He was the one who said that they had to be on their best behaviour. He better stop thinking that way or he might bend to Maxwell's will more than he already was.

Maxwell was quiet, content to be in Andrew's arms now that he wasn't going anywhere. Andrew even handed Maxwell his phone so that if anyone messaged him that he could respond in his stead. That was another thing that seemed to soothe Maxwell as well.

Andrew stepped back into the bedroom, scanning the area. He found the note on the ground, upside down, discarded not somewhere it couldn't be found, but if you didn't know that Andrew had left Maxwell a note, you wouldn't think that it was related. Andrew let out a soft sigh. It was unfortunate.

He'd have to invest in a better way to leave notes, and probably several. Every surface that he thought Maxwell might look, Andrew would have to put notes if something like this happened again.

Carefully, Andrew walked around the bed before gently bending and attempted to put Maxwell down. The man didn't release him. Andrew chuckled, about to kiss the side of Maxwell's head before he remembered what Maxwell said and instead nuzzled against him.

"Maxy. You have to let me go so that I can get in beside you and put the extra condoms away." Andrew told him softly and Maxwell made a soft noise of complaint again.

"No." He whispered and Andrew melted.

"Sweetheart, I'll be in front of you the whole time. How else am I going to put a condom on as well, hmm?" Andrew asked. "Or take my shirt off so you can cuddle closer?" Andrew was tempting him and he hoped that it worked.

He watched as the tight grip on his neck faded until Andrew could easily break free. Andrew bent, pressing a soft kiss against the other man's lips.

"Thank you for being so agreeable." Andrew told him and Maxwell watched him with big, blue eyes. Andrew felt like he was beating a puppy when he looked at him like that.

Andrew made quick work of pulling his shirt off, taking his pants off as well since he didn't want his belt to bother Maxwell's skin in the slightest. His skin marked up so easily, and while it was great sometimes, this was not the time.

Andrew pulled out a few condoms, being on the safe side, before putting the rest away. He had to turn his back to Maxwell to make sure they were fully put away properly. Andrew heard some shuffling around on the sheets, but didn't think anything of it. Maxwell didn't sound distressed, nor did he smell distressed.

When he turned back, he found that Maxwell was under the sheets. That was what Andrew had heard, and the small amount of worry that had filled him at the sound, faded. He was glad he was right that it was nothing. Maxwell's cheeks were a little flushed though, but Andrew didn't think anything strange of it.

Once he was done, he turned off the lights letting the afternoon light filter into the room and give them enough light to work with. Andrew gently pushed Maxwell back onto his back so that Andrew could crawl over him. Then, once he was on his side of the bed, he smiled at him.

"Condom first?" Andrew asked and watched as Maxwell nodded. "Are you even wet enough for me to enter you? Or are you sore? Swollen?" Andrew asked and Maxwell stared at him.

"I'm always wet enough for you." It was such a sincere statement that Andrew found himself stunned for a moment before he reached for Maxwell's hips. He pulled the other man close, lifting one leg until it was over Andrew's hip. Maxwell reached for Andrew's shoulders, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his face against his throat.

The sound of him inhaling Andrew's scent and letting out a soft exhale full of content did something to Andrew's insides.

Andrew didn't need to see to be able to open the condom and roll it to the base of his cock. He forgot though that Maxwell was wear-

Andrew paused when he realised that his hands weren't meeting the fabric that he was sure he slid up Maxwell's body to give him some modesty. He groped Maxwell's skin, surprised, before he looked down at the other man. He could tell he was grinning against Andrew's skin.

"Maxy, did you take off your underwear?" Andrew asked and Maxwell giggled.

"I thought you would notice. They're under the sheets. I did it while you had your back turned as you were putting away the condoms." Maxwell admitted. Andrew felt his mouth open. He was so sneaky! Andrew had heard him move, but didn't think anything of it.

"You surprise me every day." Andrew whispered, squeezing the naked flesh under his hands. He could feel how harsh his breath was as he moved Maxwell down, closer to his cock. He rubbed against Maxwell's perfect ass and felt the way that Maxwell shifted against him. Eager. Happy. Wanting more of him.

The soft little breath against his skin, the anticipation from Maxwell made Andrew shiver. He would never have to doubt the signals that Maxwell was sending him. The man was always so obvious about his desires when it came to him. He'd even been honest about them the whole time that he had known Andrew was his fated pair.

Andrew was just the big dummy.

Andrew checked how wet Maxwell was, no matter what. He would never want to hurt his beloved, and when he found that Maxwell was damp for Andrew, a silly grin touched his lips.

It quickly faded as he got into position and sank himself home inside of him. The soft, feathery breaths against his bare skin made Andrew's body tense as Maxwell gripped him tightly with his arms and with his ass.

"God, I wanted this." Maxwell whispered and Andrew's grip on Maxwell tightened. As soon as he was fully embedded inside of the other man, Andrew shifted their positions until they were both under the sheets and so deeply entangled with each other, no one would be able to tell where one ended and another began.

"Sleep, Maxy. We're both tired. The others have a handle on everything else." Andrew whispered and Maxwell shivered. He slid his arms down from Andrew's neck and shoulders and slid his arms under Andrew's until he was holding him around the chest. Maxwell nuzzled into Andrew's body heat, squeezing him slightly as if to confirm that he was there, before Andrew felt the man drift.

Andrew wasn't far behind him. He was exactly where he wanted to be with who he wanted to be. So what if Maxwell had a few kinks? This was the cutest, mildest kink Andrew could imagine. Andrew would always be okay fulfilling this one.