What a pretty colour (m)

"Have you done this before?" Andrew felt the words slip out of his mouth before he could stop himself and Maxwell paused. Maxwell was currently straddling Andrew's chest with his thighs spread apart and his bulge rubbing against Andrew's muscles there. 

He was doing this while attempting to tie the rope he'd tied to Andrew's wrists around one of the posts. He'd gotten one, but was struggling with the other. Andrew watched as Maxwell stuck his tongue out, the light pink muscle darting in and out of his mouth and making Andrew's already straining cock even harder. 

Maxwell had let him take his top off, even helped him, but had kept his pants on. Andrew felt restrained in several ways, and his hands were the least of his problems right now.