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Chapter 100: A successful heat? (m)

Chapter 100: A successful heat? (m)

Maxwell felt like his whole body was one, giant bruise. His whole body ached, and he had no idea what time it was, where he was, or even, who he was. His eyes felt crusty and gross, and his mouth felt parched.

God, what had he done?

"Maxy? Are you awake?" The deep timber of another man’s voice filled his ears, and any fear or anxiety he had washed away. He didn’t know why he knew that voice, but it filled him with a sense of ease. If he was hearing it, then everything was fine. Why did he trust this man so much?

Forcing his eyes open, he winced at the feeling of his eyelids separating, and blinked several times as he tried to get his bearings.

He was in a bedroom, lying down on a soft bed. His whole body pulsed with his heartbeat. He felt worse than death, and it didn’t help that there was a handsome man in glasses sitting on the edge of the bed. He had soft, brown eyes that stared at him with open affection, and his slightly darker skin tone contrasted his own skin where he held his hand. His blonde hair was a slight shock, but suited him.

He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. For some reason, Maxwell couldn’t take his gaze away from his crotch, and felt his ears warm at the thought. Fuck, what on earth was wrong with him?

The handsome man chuckled, and Maxwell’s eyes drew back up towards his face. He was smiling, and Maxwell felt the breath leave his lungs.

"You can look all you want later, Maxy, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Michael warned me that when you come out of your heats you’re usually a little foggy. And sore. Are you doing okay? It was a pretty intense few days for us." Maxwell stared at the man speaking, his brain trying to process what he had said. Heats? What the fuc-

Everything came back to Maxwell in a rush, and he closed his eyes slowly, painfully as he wanted his bed to swallow him up.

"Oh god." Maxwell whispered, his throat feeling like death.

"Shh. Here, some orange juice. It’ll probably be better than water right now." A soft, gentle touch as Andrew tilted Maxwell’s head forward. Maxwell opened his eyes to stare at Andrew as he lifted the glass to his lips and helped Maxwell drink from it. Andrew was thoughtful, and kind. Considerate.

And he looked like he’d had some of his life force drained from him. Did he look...thinner? What on earth had Maxwell done to him? For even Andrew, big, burly, used to be beta Andrew to thin out?

Licking his lips, chasing the slightly tangy and sweet taste, Maxwell met Andrew’s caring gaze.

"H-How bad was it?" He asked, his throat a little raspy and Andrew placed a hand on his cheek, pretending to think.

"Hmm, well, since I don’t have any prior experience with heats, I think it went quite well! Michael said so as well when I called him earlier today and let him know you had finished. He told me that once your pheromones dipped back into normal levels, that would mean that you were returning to your normal self." Andrew’s smile grew a little wicked. "So? What do you remember, Maxy?" Andrew’s smile took Maxwell by surprise, and he turned his gaze away.

What did he remember? Wouldn’t it have been just-

A blurry memory, like he was watching it thought thick, dirty glass, but he could still feel the texture of Andrew’s hair in his hands. The silky strands in between his fingers as he forced his cock into Andrew’s mouth while he lay on the bed. His whole body was shivering, shaking as Andrew’s fingers fucked his ass in time to his thrusts. His hips coming to a jerky stop as his balls drew up and he came into the other’s mouth. His soft, light cry as he came and Andrew took it.

Or the time when he was rubbing his cock in between Andrew’s pecs. God, that had felt like heaven. It was so warm, and soft, and wet from his own damp heat. It had felt soo fucking good, and when he’d cum, something warm had filled him up inside.

God, he couldn’t forget that feeling. He had felt so...full. It had been heaven. He hadn’t felt that full ever before. He remembered...oh god, he hadn’t, had he?

He’d made...he’d made Andrew sit below him as he pushed it out of him and-

Maxwell couldn’t look the man in the face. How could he? He’d probably done so much more than that to the poor man. How could he forgive himself for the things he’d done to him? Maxwell was sure he’d never treated another partner he’d spent his heat with like this before. Never!

"Hey, none of that. You got mad at me when I was like this last time, so you aren’t getting out of it either, mister." Andrew’s voice broke through Maxwell’s slowly speeding up spiral, and Maxwell looked up at those brown eyes that had hardened slightly. "None of that. I’m serious, Maxwell. You did nothing, nor requested anything from me that I wouldn’t have agreed to if we had both been ourselves. Sure, I found some things out about myself, and about you, but you didn’t cross any of my lines." Maxwell stared at Andrew in pure confusion.

How the fuck had Maxwell not done anything to cross Andrew’s line? He’d fucking pushed-

Maxwell could not continue that sentence for his own good. His mental health wouldn’t allow it.

"How on earth are you fine with everything I...I don’t even remember all of it yet, and you-" Andrew reached out, pressing his thumb against Maxwell’s lips. He smiled at him, and Maxwell blinked several times.

"Angel, I didn’t tell you that the list of things that you couldn’t do was like, three things." Andrew’s grin was dangerous, and Maxwell felt butterflies in his stomach. Holy shit. What the hell were those three things?

Wait. Wait wait wait.

Maxwell leaned forward, raising his shaking hand to Andrew’s face and touching his lips. With his own thumb, he pushed past the thick things and into Andrew’s mouth proper. Pushing up his top lip, Maxwell stared in shock at the set of sharp, pointy teeth that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"Holy shit." Maxwell muttered past Andrew’s thumb, the rough texture against his lips stirring him slightly.

Andrew laughed, letting Maxwell poke and prod at them until he’d had his fill. Once he was done, Andrew took his hand in his own.

"Pretty strange looking, huh? They’re...hard to get used to. I swear I’ve caused myself to bleed so many times already." He was laughing, but Maxwell wasn’t focusing on him. Instead, he felt his body wake up, stir. Fuck. He could already imagine those sharp, thick fangs in his skin already.

Holy shit, he didn’t think he’d be so into them, but seeing them on his puppy Andrew, it was...

Maxwell’s throat worked as he swallowed all of the saliva pooling in his mouth. Oh god, he’d just finished his heat, but he could tell he was getting hard thinking of Andrew plunging into him, rough, hard, quick with his teeth sunk into his shoulder. Was he drooling? He thought he might be drooling.

"Maxwell?" Andrew’s voice shook him again out of his own thoughts, and that alone proved to Maxwell that he was ’out’ of his heat, but some of the side effects still lingered. If he didn’t feel like a giant bruised peach, he probably would have asked Andrew to do just that. Maxwell was pretty sure he’d be fine if Andrew pinned him to the bed just to pummel his ass with his teeth in his shoulder.

Oh god, he could feel his legs shaking just thinking about it.

If there was a mirror so that he could see Andrew’s gaze as he did it? Maxwell was beginning to feel faint from all of the blood rushing to his crotch.

"I-I’m fine. Heats not fully gone." Maxwell said, clearing his throat. Andrew’s eyes widened.

"Oh. Do some of the side effects linger?" Andrew asked, curious, and Maxwell nodded, before he felt a chuckle spill out of him.

"You fucked the body enough to satisfy it, but the mind still wanders." He smirked at Andrew, and Andrew huffed.

"Well, that sounds like I still have my work cut out for me. I’ll have to get both next time." He teased, and Maxwell smiled, before his gaze fell on Andrew’s lips again. The smile fell off of his face, and Andrew’s brows knit together. "Are the teeth bothering you? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you." Maxwell shook his head, and his neck ached at the movement. God, what had he not done?

"No, I’m not-I’m not that kind of upset." Maxwell admitted, but that only seemed to confuse Andrew more.

"What do you mean, not that kind of upset?" Andrew asked, concerned, and Maxwell opened his mouth, before he closed it. He looked to the side, and he was sure his whole face had warmed.

"W-Would you...sink your teeth into my shoulder for me?" Maxwell asked quietly, and when Andrew didn’t say anything right away, he flushed more. "I-If it’s too much it’s-"

"Just the shoulder?" Andrew confirmed, cutting Maxwell off, and Maxwell felt his chest rise and fall quickly. He nodded, and felt the mattress shift as Andrew leaned forward. "It’s going to make a mess. How deep?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell gulped. Oh fuck. He was...he was a goner.

"As deep as you want." Maxwell couldn’t raise his voice higher than a whisper. He was quivering. Andrew’s hand on Maxwell’s gave a tight squeeze as he pushed the shirt Maxwell was wearing to the side with his other. The soft, warm breath against Maxwell’s skin had him shivering.

"Are you that turned on?" Andrew asked softly, and Maxwell let out a shaky exhale.

"I-It’s hard to resist." Maxwell admitted, glancing at Andrew. He noticed that his eyes had gone amber bright, and Maxwell bit his lip. Fuck. It was so fucking hot, Dear lord, watching his puppy turn into a wolf was going to leave him legless for years to come.

"Really?" Andrew pressed a kiss against his skin, and Maxwell shivered. "That’s good to know that it turns both of us on." Andrew whispered against Maxwell’s skin before he wrapped his lips around the skin there and sunk his teeth in. Maxwell’s soft gasp filled the air as Andrew sunk his teeth in deeper.

Maxwell shook under him, his cock jerking, spilling his seed and his hole spasming as he came. Andrew practically locked his jaw around him, the pain and pleasure washing through his system, fogging his brain. Maxwell’s arms wrapped around him slowly, holding him against him as tightly as his sore muscles would allow. His fingers shakily dove through Andrew’s hair, his lips trembling.

"Holy shit." He whispered, once his breath had come back to him, his heart racing and his body satiated. He could not imagine what it would feel like when Andrew was balls deep inside of him and he did that.

He licked his lips. Fuck. It was going to be so, fucking, hot.

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