(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 325: Hungry and thirsty (m)

Maxwell realised a little too late that maybe...he shouldn’t have provoked Andrew as much as he had. He forgot. That as much as Andrew was a soft man molded only to please Maxwell and protect him, he was still a man. Not only a man, a true alpha who had...particular tendencies, even if Andrew kept them under wraps most of the time.

Andrew’s fingers were in Maxwell’s mouth, his other hand holding onto Maxwell’s hands like it wasn’t terrifying and sexy all at the same time that he could hold both of Maxwell’s wrists in one hand as he pounded the living daylights out of him from behind.

"How’s your hole feeling? Still hungry?" Andrew asked, his face flushed, his expression harsh, concentrated. Maxwell moaned around the fingers in his mouth, his tongue coating them with his saliva as he felt himself twitch around Andrew’s cock pummeling his ass. Andrew was making use of the mirrors on the first day, just like Maxwell had wanted.

Maxwell had egged him on. He’d admit it. He would say it with his whole chest. But who wouldn’t?

Andy was a full meal course that Maxwell never got tired of. Even after Maxwell had provoked him, and Andrew was having his way with him, the man was checking in with him. Making sure that he was okay, he wasn’t uncomfortable. Even as Maxwell was so full of Andrew’s cock he thought he could taste him with his mouth.

Maxwell moaned as Andrew rubbed against his prostate, over and over. Maxwell was making a mess. He had teased Andrew before, but he was the one who was having the leaking problem. Andrew was so big that he stretched him in the right way and slid against his prostate with every thrust.

Maxwell had had good sex occasionally before meeting Andrew, but every time was good with him. Maxwell couldn’t even consider wandering. He wasn’t willing to share the gem that he found. Andrew was all his.

Maxwell pushed his ass against Andrew’s cock as he thrust in and listened to the sharp exhale from Andrew’s lips. It was shaky, trembling, and Maxwell watched as his face clouded over with extreme pleasure.

"You’re being bad." Andrew said softly and Maxwell nodded. Andrew’s grip tightened on Maxwell’s arms before Maxwell found himself up and off the bed. Only his knees and legs were there as Andrew’s muscles flexed, showing off how strong the man was as he began to fuck Maxwell.

Maxwell cried out, the pleasure exploding behind his eyes as Andrew speared him. Holy shit. The tug on his arms, the fingers in his mouth, the look in Andrew’s eyes had Maxwell tensing, squeezing the other man in a vice grip. Andrew moaned.

"Fuck. You’re so damn tight. I’m gonna cum." Andrew complained, his eyes fluttered closed before they flickered open and Maxwell gasped. Andrew stopped, pausing for a moment to slide his hand out of Maxwell’s mouth and down his throat. Maxwell felt a shiver run down his spine. He wondered if Andrew was going to choke him. He wasn’t opposed, but he didn’t think the man would do it without asking.

A small thrill went down his spine, but Andrew didn’t slip his fingers around his neck. Instead, he used the new hold to thrust deeper, harder, faster into Maxwell’s ass and Maxwell couldn’t stop the sounds leaving his mouth. Fuck, the man knew how to use his cock, and knew all of the most sensitive spots inside of Maxwell.

Maxwell came like a damn fountain, not even able to let Andrew know it was happening because it was so sudden. Andrew thrust into him, moaning loudly as Maxwell felt him swell inside of him. The pressure pressing on his prostate and making him jerk as his own climax was extended. Maxwell twitched, jerking on Andrew’s cock as the man knotted him.

Ever since Andrew had knotted the one time, every time they had sex he knotted. Maxwell couldn’t believe that he’d ever doubted Andrew’s feelings before. There was no way. The man was so down bad for him.

Maxwell felt a smile twist his lips as Andrew held him in place, speared and filled with his cock as Maxwell could feel him flooding the condom inside of him. It was a damn miracle that Andrew hadn’t gotten him pregnant. A damn miracle.

When Maxwell had to go through the embarrassing moment of explaining how much it felt like Andrew came to his Doctor, she had been shocked too. Maxwell just...must not have been at his most fertile. That was the only conclusion that they could both come to. The fact that Maxwell’s Mom had also been in the room?

Maxwell was trying to ignore that fact.

But his Mom had looked shocked, and then pretty damn excited after that. Maxwell had avoided making eye contact with her, sure his ears were damn near fluorescent. He knew what she wanted to say. She wanted to make a comment about how easy Andrew could knock him up, or some shit about grandbabies.

Maxwell wasn’t in heat right now, and he wasn’t going to baby trap Andrew. Andrew was making leaps and bounds on that front as well. The man had gone from horrified terror at the thought that Maxwell could have gotten pregnant to a more soft no.

The man just...wasn’t ready yet, and with everything that was going on in their lives, Maxwell agreed. He honestly wanted to get through their wedding before they considered kids. A tingling sensation filled his gut, and he turned his head. He wanted to see Andrew’s face with his own eyes, not just through a mirror.

Andrew’s expression was flushed, his lips open as he panted, and his brown eyes that deep, glowing amber that showed he wasn’t like other alphas. He was his.

Maxwell ground his ass back, against the knot and shivered at the pleasure that rocked through his body. The choked sob of pleasure that Andrew let out was enough to have Maxwell’s lips curling up.

"Kiss me." Maxwell ordered and Andrew bent, the shift making him feel even more full as he bent. Andrew’s cock buried deeper inside of him and Maxwell moaned into the kiss. The kiss was hot, only fueled by their panting breaths and the way Maxwell rocked his hips, filling himself even more with the other man’s cock. Andrew’s body twitched, his hands tightening on Maxwell’s wrists, his thighs against his ass twitching.

"Baby. Stop. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind." Andrew begged and Maxwell rubbed his tongue against Andrew’s. The man looked like he was on the edge but Maxwell could feel how the knot was slowly decreasing.

"We have to play with it, don’t we? That bad boy isn’t going away, so let’s make sure I can take it. It rubs against my prostate, Andy. Next time, you should keep fucking me. Wouldn’t it be fun to see how many times you can make me cum?" Maxwell asked, teasing. He watched as Andrew’s nostrils flared, his eyes bright behind his glasses.

Maxwell needed to get him contacts. He was too worried he might break his glasses. Honestly it was a miracle that they hadn’t done so before.

"Max, you like to test me, don’t you?" Andrew said and Maxwell smiled, his gaze narrowing in pleasure.

"Mm. Not test. Tease. I think there is a difference. Tease you to see how long you last. How much you can cum." Andrew looked a little flustered, embarrassed before he tugged on Maxwell’s arms, forcing him away from his lips and Maxwell chuckled as he let Andrew’s flustered gaze in the mirror. He looked like he was on an edge.

Maxwell ground his ass against him, filling himself with Andrew’s cock. Maxwell could already feel himself hardening, unable to remain soft when Andrew’s alpha pheromones wrapped around him. Fuck he was so damn hot.

"You’re so sexy, Andy." Maxwell told him, licking his lips. "Are you going to fill me up again? How much can you pump into me? I want to swallow it all." Maxwell opened his mouth, showing off his tongue and watched as Andrew’s face went completely red, his eyes going amber bright and his cock twitched inside of him.

"Stop that. I’ve already cum twice in this condom." Andrew growled, his words not matching his expression. Maxwell grew compliant, his eyes going big and wide.

"Oh no. We wouldn’t want you to break the rules. You can pull out, and I can have a tasty snack while you cover your cock again." Maxwell said and watched as Andrew glared at him.

Maxwell wasn’t expecting the sudden move, and felt the air leave his lungs as Andrew withdrew from his ass quickly, flipping him onto his back. Maxwell’s hands were suddenly free as Andrew loomed over him. His expression was slightly in the shadow of the light, and Maxwell stared up at him with big eyes as Andrew shuffled up his body. His hand was around his covered cock, and Maxwell glanced down, seeing how full the condom was.

Holy shit. Andrew really had cum a lot.

Maxwell slid his gaze back up to Andrew, his panting form, and the way the man settled on his chest, his knees on either side of his shoulders. Holy shit. Staring up at Andrew’s body, practically sculpted by the gods, Maxwell couldn’t stop himself. He slid his hands up the man’s thighs, up his flat, toned stomach and as far as he could reach.

Andrew’s body twitched with Maxwell’s hands, his gaze staring at Maxwell’s expression, the same way that Maxwell was checking him, seeing if he was okay with it.

"You thirsty, Maxy?" Andrew asked, his voice a rumble that did something crazy to Maxwell’s stomach. Maxwell shivered, and felt how damp he got. The man was a serial panty wetter. Maxwell didn’t need to take a poll. He had his own experiences to go off of.

"Very thirsty." Maxwell told him, noticing how Andrew was watching his mouth. The man could make him cum just with how he looked at him. Like he was his favourite snack.

Andrew’s thumb touched Maxwell’s bottom lip, before he pinched it between his fingers. He then shoved his thumb into Maxwell’s mouth and Maxwell sucked and licked it like a good boy, mimicking what he normally did on Andrew’s cock. Andrew shivered.

He popped his thumb out before going back to his cock and Maxwell watched with baited breath as Andrew slowly pulled the condom off of his cock. Then, he turned to Maxwell.

"You want this?" Andrew asked softly and Maxwell nodded. He opened his mouth, ready and Andrew shuddered. "Fuck." Hearing the man swear was like a balm to his soul. Andrew rarely swore. The fact that he was doing so because of him? Sweet sweet music to his ears.

Maxwell didn’t break eye contact as the cum dripped into his mouth, and watched as Andrew’s expression grew harder, harsher, and his breathing quickened.

Maxwell was sure he was going to have a hard time walking and sitting down tomorrow. He licked his lips, getting every last drop of cum that slid into his mouth. He wasn’t going to complain.

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