(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 101: I am kinky! (m)

Chapter 101: I am kinky! (m)

Andrew was doing his best to control himself, but Maxwell was the one who was pushing him to the edge. He hadn’t told Maxwell about all the other things that had been happening in the last 24 hours, and now the man had pushed him.

Into biting him.

Something that Andrew had been resisting while Maxwell had slept soundly on their bed, breathing calmly as he slept through the last of his heat. Or, most of it.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Why did Maxwell taste so good? Was this normal?

Andrew was having a hard time releasing his hold on him, but he knew he had to. It wasn’t normal. This wasn’t normal and even if Maxwell enjoyed it, his body needed to rest. He had gone through a lot, and he needed his rest. Not...whatever the hell was going on right now.

Slowly, carefully, Andrew withdrew his mouth, licking the wound he’d created as if he was some kind of beast. Maxwell shuddered beneath him, his hands still in his hair.

"No." He protested weakly, and Andrew had to adjust himself in his pants or it was going to get painful.

"Maxy, you need rest." Andrew whispered against his skin, unable to stop himself from licking the welling bite marks. God, his skin looked so pretty with them on it. He’d never thought it would look pretty like this before, but now...God, he was so hard.

He felt like a monster.

"No. I-I want you to do that again. But I want you inside." Maxwell insisted, and Andrew couldn’t say he didn’t like the thought of it. But Maxwell needed rest, and he needed to be firm.

They didn’t have any condoms left, and Andrew wasn’t comfortable with Michael stopping by with any either. He was too...worked up, as he would like to say.

"No, Maxy. Not until your body is better. I only agreed because I knew you were going to remain in bed. I promise you, I will later, but not right now." Andrew said soothingly, softly, his lips still against the pierced skin. Maxwell made a loud noise of complaint, his grip in Andrew’s hair growing tight, painful. Andrew laughed.

"You fucking tease. I’m already soaking wet. How are you going to-" Andrew looked up, turning his gaze towards Maxwell, and Maxwell sucked in.

"Did you cum from my bite?" Andrew asked, his pulse quick, his heart pounding, and his cock hard. Maxwell licked his lips, leaving them slightly open. He nodded, and Andrew groaned. "Fuck. I’ll take care of you, Maxy, but we’re doing it my way this time. We don’t have any more condoms, and I don’t trust myself right now." Andrew admitted, and Maxwell’s gaze softened. His blue eyes were warm as he looked him over.

Maxwell’s grip softened, until he was stroking his fingers through Andrew’s hair. Soothing him, calming him. Damn, he didn’t deserve this man.

"Okay. Alright. We went through them all?" Maxwell asked softly, and Andrew chuckled.

"Even my backup stash." Andrew told him, and watched as Maxwell’s lips turned up with pride.

"Wow. You really put in the work, huh?" Maxwell’s voice held admiration for him, and Andrew felt his chest puff up slightly.

"I did. You asked me to do a lot of things. I only said no to cumming inside of you." Maxwell’s expression soured.

"There were other things you could have said no to." He stated, his ears pink, and Andrew’s own gaze widened, before he grinned. He gave the wound one last lick before he moved, looming over Maxwell.

"Angel, do you remember some of the things we did?" He asked, and Maxwell didn’t respond. Andrew had a feeling he knew exactly what Maxwell was worried about, and felt a smile touch his lips. "It was just fluid. It wasn’t like it was anything gross. Plus, fake cum isn’t even that bad, taste wise." Maxwell’s face turned redder and redder and Andrew was having a ball.

"It’s not that you ate it, it’s that-" Andrew smirked.

"That you sat over my face and did it? Is that what is bothering you? Maxwell, everything you asked of me was very, very tame." Maxwell’s expression darkened.

"Tame? Andrew, I’ve never-" Andrew’s grin made Maxwell stop speaking, and Andrew watched as Maxwell’s gaze was drawn to his new teeth. He’d already face-timed Michael as soon as they had come in. Worry had filled him, since teeth weren’t supposed to come in that quickly, but Michael had assured him that everything was alright.

And that they looked good.

Maxwell apparently agreed.

"Angel, I think it’s very sexy that you like to be in control, but I also think that there is a lot to the kink community that you have no idea about." Andrew told him. Maxwell did not like hearing that.

His eyes narrowing, the blush still on his cheeks. Maxwell glared at the man that he still refused to let go of. Andrew thought it was adorable.

"Don’t paint me as some...blushing violet, Andrew. I am not ignorant to the world when it comes to its darkness." Andrew’s eyes widened.

"Oh, I would never say that. I am saying that from a kink perspective, you are what I would consider someone who likes power in the bedroom, but not so much the pain side of things. There are names for these kinds of things, Maxy, I just didn’t think we needed them." Maxwell’s expression didn’t get better.

"Why do you have so much knowledge on this stuff, Andrew?" Uh oh. Andrew had a feeling he might be in trouble. Glancing away, he laughed nervously.

"Uh, well, not quite a previous partner, but when I was...uh, I guess on a tear after my Mom died, I tried some stuff out? Maybe?" Andrew suggested, and Maxwell groaned, closing his eyes.

"I can’t even be mad at you when you say it like that. Fuck. Fine. So maybe my tastes are vanilla. Is that a problem for you?" Maxwell demanded, and Andrew laughed. He was so freaking cute, even when he was angry.

"Not at all. I already told you, Angel, I’m fine with anything you wanted to do. If, let’s say, you wanted to tie me up, I’m fine with that. Hell, I might even let you spank me if you really wanted to, but I don’t think that’s something you’re interested in." Maxwell’s face turned red, not just his ears, as Andrew continued to speak. Andrew felt his heart swell with affection for the man.

He was so cute, and so adorable. How was his heart going to manage these feelings? They were overflowing.

Shifting, he gently pulled Maxwell’s hands out of his hair, sliding down his body and taking the blankets with him. He revealed to the both of them Maxwell’s lower half, and the wet spot on the front of his underwear. Andrew had a feeling that he was probably soaking wet too. Maxwell hadn’t cum from just his cock pretty much from day two onwards of his heat.

Maxwell was flushed, embarrassed, and defiant on the bed above him. God, Andrew wanted to eat him up.

"You wouldn’t like spanking." Maxwell stated tartly, and Andrew glanced up at him. He’d grown distracted by Maxwell’s body.

"Hmm? Wouldn’t I?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell huffed.

"You don’t like pain, Andrew, and I would never put you through something you didn’t like." Andrew, who was already fighting for control, shuddered. Fuck. He was trying to be accommodating, and here was Maxwell, just pushing through every door he had tried to close.

"Fuck. Maxwell, I...I think I’m going to eat you alive." Andrew whispered, giving Maxwell a warning before he grabbed his ankles, and placed them on his shoulders. Maxwell’s eyes went wide as Andrew started slowly pulling off his boxers, kissing his legs as he did so.

"N-Not literally, right? I am not into that." Maxwell stated firmly, his voice shaking slightly, and Andrew laughed.

"No, of course not." Andrew agreed, laughter in his voice even as he felt his mouth fill with saliva as he stared at the tight fucking hole. God, even though he’d spent the last four days practically embedded in it, it still wasn’t enough. He could live inside of the damp, wet heat of Maxwell and be a happy man. He held him like a glove. Like he didn’t want him to leave.

God, his cock ached.

Licking his lips, he helped one of Maxwell’s feet through the leg hole of his underwear, pressing another kiss against his ankle before he shifted, pulling Maxwell up until he was bent in half again. They’d done this position before, he was pretty sure, but Maxwell didn’t have the energy to go to the bathroom, and he was too desperate for him to be patient.

Maxwell didn’t seem to mind, not from the way his cheeks turned pink, and how often he was licking his lips.

"Tell me if you’re in pain." Andrew begged, and Maxwell chuckled. He grabbed at Andrew’s wrists, the closest skin to him, and gave it a squeeze.

"My hole aches. Are you going to do something about it?" Maxwell teased, and Andrew groaned. With the last of his control slipping, Andrew buried his face in between Maxwell’s ass cheeks, licking with gusto. Maxwell’s thighs squeezed his head as Andrew gripped Maxwell’s hips tightly, holding him in position as Andrew mercilessly ate the man’s ass like his life depended on it. Maybe it did.

Andrew was desperate for him. For Maxwell’s taste on his tongue, his scent in his nose, on his skin. If Maxwell would let him, he would start every morning buried like this between Maxwell’s ass cheeks. God, it was heaven to hear his moan and feel him twitch as Andrew played with his tight little hole.

It was greedy too. Just like Maxwell. It was trying to suck him in further, get him in deeper. Chuckling, Andrew released one side of Maxwell’s hips to add a few fingers into the greedy hole. Maxwell’s gasp filled the air as Andrew sunk two fingers in deep, curling up towards his prostate and Maxwell’s grip on his head tightened. It was rewarding, watching this man tremble and shake, even after everything that they had done.

This was Maxwell. This was the man he loved.

Shuddering, his own cock ready to burst, Andrew set a brutal pace, wrapping his hand around Maxwell’s cock and pumping him in time to his tongue fucking. Maxwell wasn’t able to handle it for long, before he trembled, cumming, Andrew’s name a soft, dangerous moan from his lips. Andrew shuddered, swallowing Maxwell’s cum. The taste was something he would never forget, not when he’d earned it.

Lowering the trembling Maxwell to the bed slowly, Andrew licked his lips, getting every last drop as he pulled his cock out of his pants and Maxwell’s eyes widened. Quickly, and with great pleasure, Andrew stroked himself over Maxwell, staring at the pools of cum on Maxwell’s chest, the taste in his mouth, and Maxwell’s flushed, pleasured face.

Groaning, he came, his cum mixing with Maxwell’s on his own chest and Andrew felt his head grow hazy. Fuck.

He was so down bad for this man. How was he ever going to be with anyone else if Maxwell got bored of him? He was going to have to do his best to make sure that never happened.