(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 113: We aren’t done (m)

Chapter 113: We aren’t done (m)

Andrew was happy. Very happy. He’d gotten Maxwell to agree to what he wanted to do, and sinking into the warm heat of him after getting his consent felt like a reward he didn’t deserve.

He knew that Maxwell was out of it. He’d known the moment that Maxwell hadn’t put up a strong fight against being on his back, but he was still with him. He was still Maxwell, as the man tightened his grip on Andrew’s ass.

Andrew kissed him slowly, deeply, his cock buried deep in the damp heat of him. It felt like coming home, and he wanted to be inside of him forever. Even as Maxwell tightened around him, trying to threaten him to go deeper, but Andrew wasn’t going to listen to him.

As he had told Maxwell, he’d cum twice already. Now, it was Maxwell’s turn, and he was a dedicated man. He would make sure that Maxwell was well satisfied before he came again, even if Maxwell pulled his tricks. He had plans, and Maxwell was going to handle them.

He’d originally wanted to do this on the kitchen counter, but he wasn’t upset with the change in location. His plan for today had been to make slow, embarrassing love to Maxwell. And he was going to do it.

Andrew would have loved to see Maxwell sprawled out of his back, his pale skin in contrast on the white and black marble countertops, his not so soft cries filling the kitchen as he plunged his cock into his tight hole over and over. God, even having him in a different room, on a softer surface made his mouth salivate.

Maxwell squeezed around him, and Andrew internally smacked himself for getting distracted when he had such a warm, soft man underneath him.

Bending down, he kissed the pouting man’s temple, his lips lingering as he felt the sweat on his skin.

"Sorry Angel. I was just thinking about you in a different room." Andrew told him, before grinning wickedly. "You were really loud in my imagination. Do you think I could get you to scream today?" Andrew asked, and watched as Maxwell’s blue eyes widened, and he clenched around Andrew. Andrew chuckled at his reaction, even as his thighs shook.

Fuck, he felt like a vice around his cock. What a dangerous man.

"You want to make me scream?" Maxwell asked breathlessly. "D-Didn’t you do that while I was in my heat?" He asked, and Andrew kissed his lips, getting into position. He’d brought Maxwell’s legs up, wrapping his arms around them as he pinned him down. His ass was up, his cock was deep inside, and Maxwell seemed to be as comfortable as he was going to get.

"Angel, I don’t count that. You were more sensitive during your heat. You would cum if I blew on your cock. You’re a harder sell when you’re yourself. If I can make you scream I think I’ve won the lottery." Andrew pressed his lips against Maxwell’s skin, his lips trailing down to press against the soft warmth of his neck. He felt Maxwell inhale, and bit lightly on the skin there.

Maxwell gushed around his cock as the man moaned softly.

Andrew began to slowly, softly, thrust shallowly into him and Maxwell clutched onto Andrew’s arms.

"Lottery?" Maxwell repeated, his lips wet as Andrew continued his trail across his skin. He was intentionally taking his time, getting Maxwell used to this. Andrew loved this kind of love making. It felt personal, intimate, and deepened the connection between lovers.

He wanted to show Maxwell that he cared about him, and that he cherished him too.

"Absolutely. I’ll probably be strutting around like a chicken after I’ve done it. I’ll wear whatever you give me as a badge of honour. Might even show it off." Maxwell’s soft laugh mingled with a moan of pleasure had Andrew smiling.

"You’re a fool." Maxwell told him, affection in his tone and Andrew gave a hard, shallow thrust that had Maxwell gasping.

"A fool for you." Andrew responded, licking the skin of his neck. Maxwell shivered, his hands tightening on Andrew’s arms.

Andrew took this as his time to get serious, and shifting only slightly, he smiled down at Maxwell before he kissed him. Deeply. Thoroughly, and with great determination, Andrew began to pull out and slowly thrust back into Maxwell in time with his tongue. It didn’t take Maxwell long to catch on, and he tried to control the pace.

Andrew wasn’t allowing it. Whenever Maxwell interrupted him, he went slower, rotating his hips, hitting every last good spot inside of the man with determination until he was a whimpering mess on the bed underneath him.

Then he’d start all over again.

It was slow, it was hot, and Maxwell was having a hard time with it.

He was gasping, whining, moaning. Andrew knew he was close to murdering Andrew, but he didn’t mind. Even if the man started begging him, Andrew wasn’t going to change. He wanted to reward Maxwell for all that he had done for him, and deepen their relationship at the same time.

Andrew knew that climaxing from something like this felt amazing. It was basically like edging yourself, and Andrew wanted to give that to Maxwell. Even if he felt like he could blow his load just from hearing the noises Maxwell was making under him.

The squelching sound of the cum inside of Maxwell filled the air, along with the soft noise from the bed. Andrew’s breathing and Maxwell’s pants filled the air whenever Andrew let him up for air.

Needing a small break, Andrew released Maxwell’s lips to stretch his back out. He held onto Maxwell’s legs, keeping them in the position he wanted as he slowly pulled his cock out and pushed it back inside the greedy hole below him. Watching Maxwell swallow him over and over had his cock jerking, and Maxwell gasping.

"D-Does it look good?" He asked, and Andrew felt a grin cross his face.

"It looks fucking amazing. You’re squeezing me so tight, Maxy. I never want to be anywhere else." Andrew told the man under him. Maxwell reached up, grabbing onto the pillow above him and grinned at Andrew.

He looked incredible on the bed. His cheeks were flushed, his chest slightly pink from the activity, and his neck covered in Andrew’s marks. Let alone the skin covered in the hickies that he’d demanded during his heat.

And the bite mark he’d given him on his shoulder...Fuck. Andrew needed to focus, or else he was going to give into temptation and pound the man into the bed until they both came.

Maxwell bit his lip, and Andrew exhaled slowly, keeping his pace even, measured, and Maxwell’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Can’t you go...a little faster? Please Baby? I feel so fucking close, but I just-"

"Shh. Let it build. You want me to last longer, right? This is how we train." Maxwell’s brow furrowed.

"I don’t care how long you-ah, fuck! Right there!" Maxwell groaned as Andrew changed angle slightly, hitting a good spot deep inside of him. Maxwell clenched around him, and Andrew watched as the man whimpered as Andrew continued to slowly fuck him senseless.

He was becoming a liquid beneath him, his limbs loose, his eyes dazed, and his cock twitching needily.

"You’re a devil." Maxwell muttered at one point, and Andrew kissed his complaint away.

"You’re doing great." Andrew told him, and Maxwell shivered.

"How much longer?" He asked, clearly pouting, and Andrew laughed.

"How much longer can you take?" Andrew asked, and watched as Maxwell’s cheeks heated, and his wet lips glistened.

"Fuck, you’re planning to do this all day?" Maxwell exclaimed, and Andrew kissed his complaints away, swallowing them whole.

He wanted everything from Maxwell. Everything he was willing to hand over, Andrew would take. And he’d take and take and take until the world couldn’t tell who was Andrew and who was Maxwell anymore.

Like this. Andrew could feel Maxwell’s heat loosening around him, getting used to the size of him. It was a nice feeling, a comfortable feeling. He liked knowing that Maxwell was finally adjusting to the size of him. Even during his heat he hadn’t quite done that.

So this was the answer. Turning Maxwell into a whimpering, wet mess. Andrew could get used to that.

"Andrew, please. Please. I can feel it, but I can’t quite...reach it. I want to cum. Enough with this madness. I feel like I’m going insane." Maxwell begged, his fingers digging into Andrew’s arms. Andrew stared into that desperate gaze, and glanced at the clock on Maxwell’s computer that was still open.

Well, they had been doing this position for quite some time. Andrew could let the man cum from this one, before moving onto another. That actually sounded like a great idea. They could spend the rest of the day getting to truly know each other’s bodies.

"Alright. How fast do you want me to go?" Andrew asked sweetly, and Maxwell let out an exhale.

"I want to hear your balls slapping against my ass." Maxwell told him, clenching around him at just the thought. Andrew groaned, pressing a kiss against Maxwell’s lips before responding.

"Alright Maxy. Give me your mouth." Andrew demanded, and Maxwell eagerly did that. Andrew’s kiss mirrored what he was doing to Maxwell’s ass. Teasing, always teasing, until Andrew felt Maxwell ready to snap at him.

Then, Andrew withdrew completely, his head rubbing against the entrance of the place he loved to be inside. Maxwell pulled away from the kiss, anger about to colour his features.

"Andrew Kno-" His complaints were cut off as Andrew plunged his cock deep inside of him, before he began to fuck him in earnest. Maxwell’s screams filled the air as Andrew buried his face in his neck, his lips and tongue and teeth playing with the skin there as Maxwell thrashed under him.

Andrew’s cock went deeper, his balls smacking against Maxwell’s ass as he wanted, and the cum inside of him made him exceptionally slippering. It was harder to keep pace at this speed because he was worried he was going to slip out.

Maxwell was clawing at him, his gaze dazed as noises left his lips. Andrew heard his name several times, and pride filled him.

Maxwell was never going to forget this.

"Fuck. Andrew!" Maxwell screamed as his body clenched around Andrew, and his cock exploded, the heat hitting Andrew’s chest. Maxwell practically went limp below him, and Andrew withdrew his cock from him. Panting, he pulled the condom off, shifting until his cock was pressed against Maxwell’s lips.

"Open up. Didn’t you say you were hungry?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell’s previously sleepy gaze sharpened. Staring up at Andrew, Maxwell opened his tongue and Andrew, who had been stroking his cock quickly, shuddered. His cum splattered over Maxwell’s face, most of it getting into Maxwell’s mouth.

Who swallowed dutifully. Before laying back and closing his eyes, sighing.

"I can...see the perks." He muttered, and Andrew let out a breathless laugh.

"Good, because we aren’t done."