Maxwell was having a great day. He'd woken up to a still sleepy, but smiley Andrew wrapped around him, keeping him warm. Maxwell loved this. He loved waking up surrounded by man. The way Andrew smelled, felt and the slight abrasion from his body hair made Maxwell feel safe. Protected.
He loved that Andrew would grumble anytime he shifted, and would force his leg in between Maxwell's while they slept entangled with each other. He would also shove his arm under Maxwell's head, forcing him into a cocoon of Andrew. Combined with his pheromones, and the way that Andrew would kiss his forehead, even in his sleep, Maxwell had never felt his loved, or appreciated.