Andrew didn't know when he'd started crying, but at this point, he didn't think he could stop.
He let out a choked sob, his balls drawing up as his grip tightened on the silken ropes that bound him and the damn incubus above him giggled.
"Someone's trying to cum, aren't they?" Maxwell's words swirled around Andrew and he whimpered. "Not until I say so." Maxwell whispered, withdrawing Andrew from the tight, warm liquid heat of his body and Andrew couldn't stop the tears that streamed down his face.
Maxwell had been teasing him for hours at this point. Andrew didn't know what time it was, but Maxwell had to be somewhat sober now. Otherwise, how else had he remembered every last little thing that would send Andrew over the edge.
Andrew's not going to be bitter about being tied up. Noooo.