(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 112: The sweetest deception (m)

Chapter 112: The sweetest deception (m)

Maxwell felt tricked. Bamboozled. He felt lied to. If Andrew wasn’t so good at cajoling him, he might even be angry, but unfortunately, he was highly susceptible to those damn big brown eyes of his.

Andrew had let him have his way. At least, at first.

Maxwell got his wish. He’d pushed Andrew down, kissed him as he straddled him on the bed. Touched Andrew all over his chest and body. Squeezing those damn hot pecs of his, and feeling pure joy when Andrew winced, looking desperate as he gently made a trail down Andrew’s body with his fingers. Caressing those damn abs of his that made him an extra layer of attractive.

Andrew didn’t have to be as caked up as he was, but he had a feeling that it had something to do with being a beta before. Maxwell was not going to complain. They’d get to the bottom of it, and until they did, Maxwell would enjoy every inch of him.

Which he had. Andrew might have been a quick shot, but he was also quick to harden too. And Maxwell knew that he lasted longer on the second and third time after he shot his load on the first. It was something Maxwell had noticed, and was pleased that Andrew had as well.

It was quickly becoming one of his favourite things about Andrew. At least, physically. Andrew recovering quickly meant Maxwell could do all kinds of things with him, which appeased his little gay heart.

A cock always ready for him? Just for Maxwell? And it was attached to Andrew? Godsend. It was a miracle. He was never letting this man go.

So, he’d teased Andrew a bit, making the man whimper like he wanted, until he covered Andrew’s cock with a condom and slid it home. It felt soooo fucking good to have Andrew fill him. He had been right. Andrew’s cock had gotten bigger, and from the way that Andrew looked at him so desperately, he knew it too.

He knew Andrew worried that he was hurting him, but Maxwell couldn’t put into words just how good it felt to be stretched like this. He felt full to the brim, and every time Andrew grew a little bit more, Maxwell’s cock twitched. He’d never felt this full with others before, and he’d thought it was just because he cared about Andrew, but it was more than that.

Having sex with someone he truly cared about did fulfill a need he never knew he had, but at the same time, Andrew reached parts of him that others never had before. Emotionally, and physically.

So, sinking down on his cock, watching Andrew pant and squirm beneath him as he clenched around his cock felt like coming home. He sighed as he took the whole of him in, coming flush against Andrew’s thighs. He hadn’t realised he was this wet, but it was a clear sign that Maxwell had missed him a lot. Or his heat wasn’t over. He wasn’t going to look too hard at that.

Swirling his hips, Maxwell bit his lip as he stared down at the man below him, watching as Andrew’s face contorted with pleasure and his large hands gripped his waist. The heat from his hands had scalded Maxwell, spurring him on. He loved when Andrew lost all sense of reason, finding deep pleasure in his body. No one he’d slept with before him had behaved this way, and Maxwell felt intoxicated by it.

Rising up, as slowly as possible, Maxwell began to take just the tip of his cock into his body over and over, making Andrew’s hands clench on his waist. Maxwell’s smile was teasing, knowing, but he continued the teasing, torturous movement until Andrew was begging.

"Angel, please. I can’t-"

"But I want you to cum from this. It’s okay. You’re allowed." Maxwell told him with a devious grin. Andrew looked at him hopeless as Maxwell sunk down completely, swirled his hips, before rising and starting it all over again. Andrew had tears rolling down his face, and his teeth were clenched.

Maxwell knew he was being mean, but he wanted to do this. He wanted to know that Andrew could cum from anything he did to him. It wasn’t so much a power thing, but more a desire thing. He needed to know that Andrew desired him so completely that anything he did could make him cum.

"Max, I can’t. You’re just so fucking tight and wet and-" Maxwell bent forward, peppering kisses against Andrew’s battered skin. Skin that Maxwell had covered in his marks, making sure to mark his territory. He wasn’t sorry, and was in fact quite proud of himself. He’d done a great job while he had been in his heat.

"What did I say? I want you to cum. Do it." Maxwell encouraged, and watched as Andrew’s eyes turned amber and he groaned, Maxwell’s name on his lips. Maxwell shivered, feeling himself grow wetter as Andrew’s cock twitched in his hold. As a reward, Maxwell slammed his ass down, coming flush to Andrew’s thighs and the man gasped in shock. His cock twitched even more.

Maxwell kissed his whimpers away, swallowing them into his body and using them for himself. Fuck. He was close himself, but that was okay. He knew he’d probably cum laps around Andrew in the heat, and this was about him this time.

That was, until he felt something nudge at his asshole, something familiar, and Maxwell lost all ability to think as something thick, viscous, and a little cold filled him deeply.

Gasping, he clenched onto Andrew’s shoulders, trying to find something to hold himself up as he trembled, and his cock shot cum onto Andrew’s chest.

He knew he’d cum from the fake cumming filling him in his heat, but he didn’t expect it to...to feel this good while sober.

Fuck. Guess he was an omega through and through.

Andrew gave a shaky laugh, sitting up so he could press kisses against Maxwell’s face as he gasped, trying to gather himself.

"Seems like someone was also close." He teased, and Maxwell narrowed his gaze at the other man. "Now, do you want that to spill? No, probably not. So why don’t you let me flip you? You can stick your ass in the air, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t spill, hmm? While I change to a fresh condom?" Andrew’s words wrapped around Maxwell’s brain, confusing him as lust still lingered in his blood.

"How on earth does that matter?" Maxwell demanded, smelling something fishy about this. But Andrew gave him big, brown eyes, his glasses clear.

"Gravity, Maxy. If you stay on top, it could spill out. Do you want that?" Maxwell would admit, no, he did not. Not after feeling it inside of him. He didn’t want that at all. He wanted exactly what Andrew had suggested earlier.

He wanted to hear the wet, squelching noises as the cum moved around inside of him and Andrew fucked him. He wanted to feel how slick it felt to be fucked by that monster cock Andrew carried around with cum inside of him.

His head fogging, Maxwell nodded, and let Andrew flip them. The warning signs didn’t go off right away, but he should have known better.

Andrew was crafty, and only getting craftier by the day.

Andrew laid Maxwell on his back, and Maxwell laid in a daze. Andrew chuckled, pressing kisses against his cheeks and lips.

"Just like that. Now, raise your legs. Good. Perfect. Look at all that cum inside you. Do you want to feel it?" Maxwell felt himself nod and Andrew took both of his hands in his own, leading Maxwell’s fingers to his own asshole. Maxwell gulped, his cock twitching as he felt the wetness, and the difference between his own slick, and the fake cum.

He was absolutely addicted to this. How had he managed before now?

Andrew’s chuckle filled his ears.

"You should play with it. Stick your fingers into it. While I change the condom." Maxwell felt seduced by the words, and found himself doing just that. He lay on his back, his legs in the air closer to his head as he fingered his own asshole, his other hand playing with his cock. His head felt foggy, probably a remainder from the heat, and when Andrew came back into view, he was covered and ready.

"You look so fucking hot." Maxwell muttered, and Andrew paused before his eyes shifted to amber, and Maxwell shuddered.

"I look hot? There is no way I can compare to you. Look at you, your legs are spread just for me, and you’re playing with your asshole. I bet you’re imagining that that’s my cum filling you, aren’t you? What a little slut." Maxwell’s ass twitched, and Andrew watched it happen.

He got back onto the bed, shifting until his thighs were against Maxwell’s and his cock rubbed against Maxwell’s fingers and asshole.

"Do you like it when I call you slut?" Andrew asked and Maxwell nodded. Andrew gripped his cock in his hand, taking Maxwell’s fingers out of his ass with the other. Leaning down, he licked Maxwell’s fingers clean, and Maxwell’s breathing went ragged.

Andrew’s tongue was incredibly skilled, and Maxwell felt himself gush. Andrew’s eyes crinkled up at the corners, and he began to rub his cock against Maxwell’s asshole.

"Are you going to be my little cum slut, Maxy? Hmm? Are you going to let me fill you up with cum until it overflows like a fountain?" Maxwell found himself nodding, his eyes focused on Andrew’s tongue on his fingers, and the way his cock glided over his asshole. Fuck. He wanted him inside, now!

"Andrew, stop teasing me." Maxwell tried to demand, but even to his ears it sounded like he was whining. Andrew released Maxwell’s fingers, before leading them to Andrew’s ass. He forced Maxwell to squeeze the muscles there as Andrew rubbed his cock against Maxwell’s greedy, twitching hole.

"Teasing? I haven’t even gotten started. Do you want to know the one thing we didn’t do during your heat?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell swallowed. Uh oh.

Andrew bent forward, his lips brushing Maxwell’s ear. His breath fanned the sensitive skin there, and Maxwell lost his ability to breathe as Andrew slowly, carefully filled him up. "We did not make sweet, tender love to each other, and I am going to remedy that right now. So, prepare yourself. I’m not going fast, I’m not going to give into your whims. I’ve come twice now, I can go as long as it takes for you to become a complete mess underneath me."

Unease filled Maxwell at Andrew’s words.

"What do you mean by that?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew chuckled. He pressed a kiss against his temple, grabbing Maxwell’s other hand and placing it on his ass as well.

"That means, Maxwell, that I am going to imprint my cock into your sweet little asshole and make you beg me to touch your cock. We’re going to see how long you last when I’m not bruising your ass with my thrusts, and instead I am slowly filling you over and over. This is what I want. I want to make you feel how much I care about you with my body, with my actions. Are you going to let me?" Andrew asked with big, amber eyes, and Maxwell felt his heart clench. Along with his ass.

He felt tricked. He felt had. How was he supposed to say no when he asked him like that? With soft kisses, and big soft eyes? Maxwell had to say yes, even if everything in his body was warning him that it wasn’t going to be anything like Andrew was explaining.

Giving a quick nod, he watched as Andrew’s whole expression shifted. A wide, goofy smile covering his lips, and Maxwell foolishly relaxed into the bed. Andrew pressed a tender, warm kiss against his lips.

"Hold on Angel. I plan to spoil you rotten."