Are you sure? (m)

Andrew was careful with the smaller man, carrying him in his arms like he was a soft, delicate flower. His hands were firm, but not bruising on the smaller man's ass. Maxwell was kissing his face and neck, causing Andrew to breathe heavily as he made his way towards the bedroom. 

"Maxy, shouldn't you tell someone you're taking a break?" Andrew asked, his voice heavy with his desire. He didn't want to be thinking clearly right now, he wanted to drown in the last remnants of this man's heat, but someone had to be responsible. 

Maxwell grumbled, pissed at being distracted from kissing Andrew's bare flesh, and Andrew chuckled. 

"I also need to grab the condoms. I'm not cumming inside of you right now, and you can't convince me otherwise. My cock comes inside of you covered." He stated firmly, and Maxwell whimpered.