Andrew groaned, the soft, wet suction around his cock making his eyes close briefly before he forced them open. He couldn't waste a moment like this. Couldn't take his eyes off of the naughty scene before him.
The Christmas tree was lit, a few of the softer lights on to help them see each other, but that was it. The sounds of moans and mechanical whirling filled the air. It was a dangerous combination, and Andrew felt his gaze slide to the windows, before they slid back to the man below him.
Maxwell, on all fours, taking the fake cock into his ass like a champ as he sucked Andrew's cock like a damn pro. He was a moaning, wet mess. The sound of the machine going in and out of his ass was like a damn siren in the room, along with the sounds of Maxwell's moans muffled by the cock in his mouth.
Andrew's cock in his mouth.
Andrew had the controller for the machine in his hand, something that Maxwell had insisted on with a twisted sparkle in his eyes. He watched Maxwell wiggle his hips, slamming his body back to meet the machine. He was riding the thing like a damn pro, and Andrew could only swallow the saliva in his mouth as he watched him move. Andrew felt a haze cover his eyes, lust filling every fiber of his being as Maxwell's watery, blue gaze met his own.
He took his cock out of his mouth where it had been shoved down his damn throat, running his tongue and lips along the shaft. He was catching his breath, a little smirk on his face before his eyes rolling back into his head as pleasure consumed him.
Maxwell's cum coated the pillows below him. His cock had been leaking like a damn fountain as soon as the machine entered him. It wasn't a surprise, since the man was the same when Andrew entered him as well. Andrew felt slightly conflicted about the thought, but that was quickly erased as Maxwell's tongue licked his head, swirling around the tip.
Fuck. The man knew what to do with that little tongue of his.
Andrew knew that they were going to have to pay for dry cleaning. There was no way they were going to let anyone else know what they were getting up to. It'd have to be express too. Thank goodness no one was coming over in the next few days. They were mostly going to other people's houses over the holidays.
With that being said, they couldn't keep the machine out in the open like this. Where the hell were they going to store it?
Should Andrew convert one of the closets into a little sex dungeon?
As soon as the idea entered his mind, Andrew was already planning it as he watched Maxwell shiver and tremble, sucking his cock like it was his favourite thing in the world. His tongue was quick, licking all of Andrew's favourite spots. Andrew let out a particularly deep groan as the man tilted his cock back, sucking a ball into his mouth.
Andrew's eyes were amber as he stared down at Maxwell, and Maxwell whimpered, sucking harder, deeper, before he released it with a pop. Andrew shuddered. The man and his dangerous mouth.
"Yeah, you like that Maxy?" Andrew asked, his voice harsh as he slid his fingers into Maxwell's hair. He wasn't thrusting his cock into the other man's mouth, more so out of concern for Maxwell. Maxwell was right. Andrew had a huge cock, and the other man was getting used to the machine.
Andrew didn't want to choke him.
What an awful thing to even consider.
"Yeah. I really like it." Maxwell's voice was breathy, soft, and Andrew had to clench his teeth so he wouldn't cum all over his face. Andrew's hand slid into Maxwell's hair, tightening his fingers until Maxwell let out a deep, low moan. "Oh fuck. Harder, Baby." Maxwell's teeth clenched, his eyes rolling back into his head and Andrew shuddered.
It only took Andrew a moment he realise he meant it in two ways. He wanted Andrew to yank his hair, and he wanted the machine to fuck the shit out of him. Andrew obliged.
His hand flexed on the remote, before Andrew turned it up. Maxwell had to grab onto Andrew's thighs to keep himself upright. Andrew watched as the dildo thrust into Maxwell's tight, tight ass. The previous cum and Maxwell's own fluid making loud noises and spilling out and over. It was a filthy thing to witness, and made Andrew's already hard cock clench, twitching.
It only made it more hot for Andrew to realise that his own cum was in that mix. Andrew's semen was helping make that wet, sloppy sound.
Maxwell's cock bounced with the force of the machine. Andrew watched Maxwell in full bliss, his body convulsing as he clung to Andrew desperately. Maxwell's back arched, his hips moving to get the right angle. He let out a choked sob as the machine began a full assault on his prostate. Andrew tightened his grip in Maxwell's hair, watching as the man convulsed.
When Maxwell opened his eyes, he stared at Andrew, lost to the pleasure shooting through his body.
"Andy. Andy. Baby, I can't-this is-" Andrew bent, shivers running down his spine as he took over Maxwell's mouth, swallowing the sweet, sweet sounds of the man coming undone below him. Maxwell wasn't in control. He was barely able to keep himself together.
To be able to see it? Witness it? Andrew knew it was a blessing that no one else would ever be seeing. Andrew could cum from that thought alone.
"It's okay, Angel. You can cum as much as you want. Let it take over." Andrew whispered against his lips. "I've got you." Andrew told him and Maxwell looked at Andrew with a level of desperation that Andrew had never seen before on the other man's face. When Maxwell let out a choked sob, Andrew hushed him. "You're doing great, Angel. You're doing so good." Andrew shuddered. He pressed another soft kiss against Maxwell's lip, his jaw. "You're taking that cock so well. So good." Andrew told him.
Maxwell's hands squeezed Andrew's thighs, his nails digging in. The pain shot right to Andrew's cock, and Andrew had to clench his teeth so that he didn't spray Maxwell with cum. He was too damn close to his cock. Andrew hadn't warned him. He couldn't.
"Oh fuck. I'm going to cum. This feels-" Maxwell cut off, dropping his face against Andrew's thigh. He was gasping, shuddering, the machine fucking him. It was relentless. Maxwell couldn't move away, couldn't fight the pleasure that was consuming him.
"Feels good? Cum from the machine, Maxy. Do you hear that wet, sucking noise? That's you. All you." Andrew whispered and Maxwell whimpered, his legs shaking as his cock jerked and Andrew watched as he came. He was spurting, twitching, the orgasm dragging on as the machine milked Maxwell. It was so fucking hot.
He flinched when he felt Maxwell sink his teeth into his thigh, but didn't complain.
The bite so close to his own cock made him exhale harshly through his nose, but he was focused on Maxwell.
Slowly, he turned down the machine before he shut it off completely. Andrew shuffled back, pulling Maxwell slowly off of the machine and watched as Maxwell trembled like a leaf. Andrew hauled Maxwell up into his lap, kissing and petting him down from the experience.
Maxwell had made a damn mess of himself. He was leaking from not just his ass, but also his cock. HIs chest was covered in fluid, and so were his legs and thighs. His face was flushed, his whole body was flushed, and he was shaking, his fingers unable to grab anything. His breath came in pants, and Andrew held the man as he came from the experience.
Andrew's hands were gentle, soft, his lips warm as he felt incredible pleasure from being allowed to take care of Maxwell, bringing him down from the extreme level of pleasure he'd experienced. Andrew glanced around, grabbed the soft blanket he'd put nearby, and wrapped Maxwell up in a little cocoon.
It took Maxwell a few more minutes before he came down from the experience, and when he did, Andrew was there to catch him.
Andrew smiled at the man as he watched recognition come across Maxwell's gaze. Andrew had tucked his arms inside of the blanket, the man in a nice little safety cocoon. His cheeks were still flushed, his hair was a mess, and his lips were slightly swollen. Tear streaks ran down his cheeks, his eyes were wet, but his breathing had evened out.
"Did you cum?" Maxwell asked, his voice rough. Andrew let out a chuckle.
"Why is that the first thing you worry about?" Andrew asked. "How are you doing? That seemed to affect you greatly." Andrew said carefully and watched as Maxwell's eyes fluttered closed for a second and he took in a shaky breath. When he opened his gaze again, it was more focused.
Maxwell was coming back to reality.
He shifted in Andrew's arms, but didn't ask to be let out of the blanket. That told Andrew how seriously the man had been overwhelmed by the fuck machine.
"You didn't answer my question, but maybe I don't need you to. I can feel you poking me." Maxwell sounded grumpy. Andrew smiled at him, brushing a few strands of his hair out of his face.
"The machine is more for you than it is for me. It's okay that I didn't cum. You came enough for the both of us." Andrew told him with a smirk and watched as Maxwell's ears turned pink first, and then his face. Andrew expected the fist when it smacked his chest. He'd earned it.
"S-Shut up! I wanted us both to feel good." Maxwell muttered, his face warm. "You didn't cum even once." Maxwell sounded upset and Andrew let out a shaky breath.
"Do you want me to cum right now? I can do it. Where do you want it, Maxy?" Andrew asked, his voice dropping and Maxwell's mouth opened in shock.
"O-Oh. Um, my chest?" Maxwell suggested, and Andrew gently placed him down on the cleaner of the cushions before he pulled his cock out. Andrew watched as Maxwell wasn't able to tear his eyes off of him. Andrew grabbed his cock, licking his lips as he thought of Maxwell just a few moments ago.
Andrew's hand moved fast, his groans filling the air as he tightened his grip. His mind filled with thoughts of Maxwell, how nice and tight he felt, and he gasped.
"Gonna cum." He told him, and watched as Maxwell moved the blanket out of the way, giving him a straight shot. Andrew couldn't help but smile for a brief second before he scrunched up his face, his body shaking as he let out a shout, his cum splattering onto Maxwell's chest.
It was a lot, and he watched as it rolled down his body. Maxwell's face was flushed, his eyes wide as Andrew gave a few last tugs of his cock.
"There. Happy?" Andrew asked, leaning down to press kisses against Maxwell's face. "I came, just like you wanted. Anything else you want, Maxy?" Andrew asked sweetly and felt the other man shudder.
"Uh, can I see that again?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew felt his lips tug up again. He pulled back, sitting on his thighs.
"You want to watch me jerk off?" Andrew confirmed and Maxwell nodded. "Anything for my Angel."