(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 122: The whims of a true alpha (m)

Chapter 122: The whims of a true alpha (m)

"Are you sure about this?" Andrew asked for the third time. He could tell that Maxwell was getting annoyed.

"Andy, if I had thought it wasn’t a good colour on you, I wouldn’t have let my Father bring it into the house, nor would I have let it remain in my closet. Now, stop asking me silly questions and let me know if my shoes match my outfit." Maxwell ordered and Andrew sighed.

He turned away from the full length mirror that had been placed in the room that was his new height and he turned to face the prettiest man he’d ever seen. Worrying about if his shoes matched the rest of his outfit.

While Andrew was dressed head to toe in a light pink, Maxwell had called it blush, and matching shoes. He had floral prints on the inside of his jacket and on the back of his vest. His tie was done in the same pattern. He felt exactly like his father and was having a hard time fighting with himself.

Maxwell wasn’t wearing a dark shade, and instead was with Andrew in the pastel colour hued nightmare he was currently dealing with. He wasn’t wearing pink and instead was wearing a light blue in a contrasting but complimentary shade. He didn’t have shoes in the same colour, and was flip flipping between two different shades of white shoes.

They looked basically the same to him, but if Maxwell wanted his input, he’d give it to him.

Sighing, Andrew stared at the two pairs of shoes before gesturing to the ones on the right.

"They look...a little more cream? I think they will go better than the other ones." Maxwell crossed his arms, his brows furrowed. Andrew, despite his own worries, really wanted to kiss the man.

It was adorable that he was so concerned about something that wouldn’t matter. He wasn’t going to tell him that. The man was full of his cum, he was not about to make him mad. Andrew felt his gaze drop to Maxwell’s ass and had to shake himself free of the memory. He was going to be doing this the whole wedding now.

What if he leaked through the clothing? All of their outfits were pastel. What if someone else realised what they’d done? He didn’t want to embarrass Maxwell. He should have held himself back. Damn it.

"Andrew, if you stare at my ass like that, everyone is going to know you want to eat it." Maxwell warned.

"Of course I want to eat it." Andrew replied reflexively. It wasn’t a lie either. He’d eat out Maxwell pretty much any day available. Maxwell’s ears turned pink. Oh look, they matched.

"Well, if you want to tell everyone that, just keep looking at me like that." He stated hotly, bending down to grab the cream shoes that Andrew had selected.

"How am I looking at you?" Andrew asked, curious how Maxwell saw him and watched as the man turned a brighter shade of pink.

"Your...eyes shifted from brown to amber." He muttered. Andrew felt his eyes go wide. He’d had no idea that his eyes did that.

"Does it happen often?" He asked, interested and Maxwell sealed his lips. That only had Andrew even more interested. "Max?" He asked, stepping closer to the man as he stood up, adjusted his suit jacket and headed for an elaborate bench to put on his shoes.

"I don’t have to answer you." He declared, and Andrew smiled.

"No, you don’t have to. But I’d like it if you did. Please?" Andrew asked him sweetly and Maxwell looked away from him. He was yanking and tugging on his shoes laces and Andrew gently took them out of his hands, helping him open the shoe before handing it back. They remained silent for a few moments as Maxwell put on his shoes, and when he was done, he sighed.

"I...I noticed it the first couple of times when we were intimate. I then looked into it. It usually happens when true alphas are feeling...intense emotions. It’s usually related to things of sexual nature, but it sometimes happens when they’re angry as well." Ah. Andrew felt his cheeks heat.

"And so my eyes went amber when I was looking at your ass?" Andrew confirmed and Maxwell nodded. "Oh bother. That’s going to be a problem. You’re going to know that I’m thinking naughty things unless I control myself." Andrew muttered. Maxwell chuckled.

"So will other guests. So, keep it above the waist today, Andrew. I’ll...we have all night tonight." Maxwell muttered, his ears bright pink. For a man who had slammed him against a wall and demanded his cock, he was quite cute sometimes.

"Okay. I will do my best." Andrew promised. "Just don’t walk in front of me or bend down seductively. I can’t help it if I look at your ass when you put it on display." Andrew said, and Maxwell turned and gave him a strange, confused look.

"Bend down seductively?" Andrew nodded, and then demonstrated. He bent at the waist, his whole ass on display before slowly raising his body up again. Maxwell blinked, before his face flushed.

"That’s just-"

"I know I am being slightly unreasonable, but I’m also worried about you...leaking. So, ease my worries, please?" Andrew asked, blinking his big, brown eyes at Maxwell. He didn’t think it would have the same effect as Maxwell did on him, but was pleasantly surprised when Maxwell made a disgusted noise and got to his feet.

"Fine! I’m worried about that too, so I’ll just...not bend over, I guess." He muttered. Andrew grinned, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against Maxwell’s cheek. He had wanted to ruffle his hair, but he’d put a lot of work into it. He might get his arm bitten off if he did that.

"Thank you for listening to my unreasonable request. I just want to limit people thinking that you’re cute. It’s going to be hard, but I’m going to do my best." Andrew smiled at him and watched as Maxwell stared at him before he reached up on his tippy toes and grabbed onto Andrew’s neck.

Yanking him down, their lips met in a deep, wet kiss that had Andrew adjusting himself in his pants.

"I am more worried that everyone else is going to be too interested in you. You’re too handsome for your own good. I know that Father didn’t want to embarrass you but I kind of wanted to do that. Thank god you still have your glasses right now. Otherwise I would have to beat others off of you with a stick." He sounded upset while Andrew felt warmth spread out inside of him.

"Awe. I’d gladly hand you the stick to beat others off with. I’m yours, Maxy." Andrew pressed another kiss against his cheek, pleased as punch that Maxwell was just as possessive of him as he was. Maxwell flushed, glanced up at him before glancing down.

"One more kiss before we need to behave ourselves? I can feel you inside me still." Andrew felt his whole body go on alert at Maxwell’s soft words.

"A kiss? You want just a kiss after saying that?" Andrew complained. "Can’t I suck you off? It won’t ruin your outfit." Andrew asked and Maxwell chuckled.

"We don’t have time." He replied, a smile touching his lips.

"I can make it quick. I have a big mouth. You like it a lot." Andrew told him. "I’ll swallow all of it too. It’ll be...a good snack, don’t you think Maxy?" Andrew whispered and watched as Maxwell shuddered.

Andrew knew he was winning the argument and he sank to his knees. He looked up at Maxwell through his glasses and watched as his cheeks flushed with colour. "You’re so pretty." He whispered as he undid the smaller man’s belt. He could already feel the hard length pressing against his pants and Andrew chuckled.

Leaning in, he pressed a kiss against the fabric. A small part of him hoped his lips were damp enough to leave a kiss mark, but that wasn’t the case. Undoing the belt, Andrew used his teeth to pull down the zipper. Maxwell’s breathing grew ragged.

"Baby, what the-" Andrew pressed a kiss against the fabric of his underwear. Kissing the cock of the man he loved. "Oh god." Maxwell shuddered. Andrew pulled down the waistband of Maxwell’s underwear and didn’t hesitate to lick the underside of his cock. Maxwell threw his head back.

He looked like he wanted to put his hands in Andrew’s hair but was fighting himself. Andrew chuckled.

"I don’t gel my hair like you do. Grip my head, Angel. Tell me what you want." Andrew whispered. Maxwell fought with himself as Andrew continued to lick his cock with his tongue, his nose brushing against his cock and Andrew grinned wickedly as Maxwell finally gave him.

Feeling the man sink his fingers into his hair felt like a reward and Andrew kissed Maxwell’s cock all over. Before he wrapped his hands around the back of Maxwell’s thighs and took Maxwell’s cock as deep as he could into his mouth.

Working his tongue on the underside of his cock, he slowly withdrew Maxwell’s cock from his mouth before thrusting back down on it. Maxwell’s soft gasp filled his ears as his fingers tightened in his hair. It only took a few more of those thrusts before Maxwell took over. Feeling his hips move, his cock thrusting into his mouth Andrew knew he was going to have a hard time calming down his own hard on.

But that was okay. He wanted Maxwell to use him like this. It was exactly what he wanted.

Andrew felt his eyes water as Maxwell kept moving, his thrusts deep, touching the back of Andrew’s throat. Andrew did his best, tightening his lips without hurting him, licking the underside as he thrust deeper.

"Your mouth is a trap." Maxwell grit out between his teeth and Andrew chuckled. "God. It feels so fucking good." He choked, and his thrusts grew even more aggressive. More erratic. Andrew took everything, waiting, willing as Maxwell gave the last few thrusts before his cock twitched in his mouth.

It was a powerful one, Maxwell’s cum thick and plentiful as it painted the back of Andrew’s throat. Andrew greedily swallowed every last drop. Maxwell shuddered, trembling above him. He gave a few last thrusts before pulling his cock out and Andrew licked it clean of his saliva. Maxwell’s gaze was hooded, his eyes dazed. He clearly looked like he’d just cum, and Andrew loved that expression on his face.

It was the same expression he’d gotten when Andrew had filled him with the fake cum during his heat. Dazed. Satiated.

"I can feel the cum inside of me. Moving. Fuck. That was..." Maxwell was at a loss for words and Andrew grinned, wiping his mouth.

"I loved it." He told him. His legs felt a little weak, but he was pleased.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Are you two ready? We’re doing a fake walkthrough with the announcers." It was Mrs. Beckett, and Andrew watched as Maxwell’s whole face went red.

"We should...we should go." Andrew laughed.

"We need a few minutes, Angel. I’m not letting anyone see you like that." Andrew told him while he tucked Maxwell back into his pants. Even if he was drowning in embarrassment because his Mother might have heard him, Andrew was going to put his foot down about some things.

It would be even more embarrassing if it was obvious what they had been up to.