James stared at him for a long moment, a slow, disbelieving laugh slipping past his lips before a deep flush crept up his neck. "Do you want to see them?" James whispered, the heat rising in his cheeks.
"Show me," Maxwell replied, a teasing smile spreading across his face.
James tossed the covers aside and slid out of bed, walking over to his bedroom wardrobe. Maxwell followed close behind.
James unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled it open, revealing a velvet-lined storage box packed with an assortment of toys, dildos in different sizes, vibrators, anal plugs, prostate massagers, strokers, and several other items neatly arranged inside.
The moment the drawer opened, Maxwell let out a low whistle. "What the fuck… Wow. You're a bad boy. Okay, this is way beyond what I expected."
James crossed his arms defensively, though a proud smirk touched his lips. "Shut up."
"Wow," Maxwell muttered, shaking his head with an amused grin. "Do you even still need me at all?"
