A stick that talks back (m)

"Do it. I don't mind." Andrew egged him on, already imaging Maxwell rubbing himself against him, finding pleasure on him. Fuck. It made him so fucking hard. Maxwell's eyes widened, before a grin split his face. 

"Do you like the idea of that?" He asked, and Andrew nodded. Maxwell chuckled. "Then I'll save that for later. For now, I want something else." Maxwell moved closer, raising his hips into the air and Andrew shifted so he could catch a glimpse of his ass. 

Maxwell snorted, amusement in his gaze as he slowly undid Andrew's belt and pushed his pants open. He barely pulled Andrew out of his underwear, and sighed happily when Andrew's cock bounced to meet him. Maxwell's hand wrapped around Andrew's cock and Andrew groaned. He loved feeling the difference between their hands. Maxwell's were soft, warm, always moisturized, where Andrew's were a little rougher.