The shower bench never forgets (m)

Andrew held his breath as Maxwell sunk down, taking every inch of him inside. The two of them had already cleaned up, and now it was time for the fun part. At first Maxwell had protested when Andrew had tried to clean him up, especially of Andrew's cum, but when Andrew involved his teeth and mouth, Maxwell had relented. 

Now, the two sat on the bench in the shower, Maxwell's hands gripping his shoulders, a crumpled condom wrapper to the side, and Andrew felt like he was coming home. 

Maxwell was warm, wet, and squeezed him so tightly it was almost painful. He would have been worried he was hurting him if Maxwell didn't have a look of pure bliss on his face as he sunk down until he hit Andrew's crotch, full of Andrew. Maxwell's grip on his shoulders tightened, and Maxwell let out a deep, satisfied groan.