(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 162: Ride it, baby (m)

Chapter 162: Ride it, baby (m)

About five minutes in Andrew knew he wasn’t going to get what he wanted without a fight of some kind.

Maxwell had his hands all over him, and it wasn’t exactly a fair playing field. The man was completely naked, while Andrew was still mostly dressed. Maxwell’s hands and lips were wandering, and it only got worse when Andrew sat down on the bed.

Maxwell’s grip around his back relaxed until Maxwell shifted and he was on his knees, not fully sitting in Andrew’s lap anymore. This position gave him a little more leverage, and more control. Andrew let the man kiss and nibble at him, more worried about getting his clothes off as soon as possible.

It seemed that while Maxwell had been focused on that task, since most of his clothing was unbuttoned, as soon as they got to the bedroom, he changed direction. Now he was busy distracting Andrew from his task.

"Max." Andrew warned, and felt the smaller man smile against his skin.

"What?" Maxwell asked, running his tongue along Andrew’s throat and up towards his ear. Maxwell nibbled on his earlobe, and Andrew swallowed. This wasn’t helped by the fact that Maxwell was rocking his hips so that his cock was rubbing against Andrew’s stomach.

"You know what you’re doing." Andrew murmured, and Maxwell chuckled, sinking his teeth in a little deeper before he kissed where he’d bitten. Soothing the bite. Maxwell continued rocking his hips. Andrew was about to grumble some more until Maxwell began to wrap his pheromones around Andrew’s throat, choking him with their potency.

"Oh? What am I doing, Baby? Playing with my lover?" Maxwell’s breath fanned against Andrew’s ear and he shivered. His hands had stilled as soon as Maxwell’s pheromones came into play. Maxwell continued his trail down and across Andrew’s neck, speaking once more when he got to his other ear. "Is that a crime? If it is, I know where some handcuffs are." Andrew shuddered.

Unable to help himself, he wrapped his hands around Maxwell’s waist, loving the way his skin felt against his hands. He was so soft, his skin creamy in contrast to his own. Maxwell was practically purring the moment Andrew put his hands on him, and Andrew sighed, leaning his throat back, letting Maxwell do what he wanted.

Maxwell was greedy, kissing and nibbling on the offered skin like Andrew had opened up a buffet, and he wasn’t able to stop himself twitching and moaning lightly when Maxwell kissed somewhere particularly sensitive.

"My Andy." Maxwell’s soft whisper caught Andrew by surprise, but only a little bit. Andrew closed his eyes, his lips turning up into a smile.

"Max." Andrew called but the man didn’t stop. "I need to take my clothes off. It’s not fair you’re the only one naked." Andrew protested and Maxwell chuckled.

"I never stopped you from undressing. You’re the one who stopped." Andrew wanted to glare at the man. Didn’t stop him huh? Fine. Two could play this game.

Andrew slid his hands along Maxwell’s body. Up and down his back slowly, soothingly, pausing right before he would normally slide over Maxwell’s ass. Andrew knew that Maxwell liked when he gripped his ass firmly and played with it, but Andrew wasn’t feeling charitable currently.

He did it, running his hands along the soft skin over and over, gently pushing Maxwell’s body even further against him, rocking his hips more and more against Andrew’s stomach. Maxwell’s body began to tremble, his kisses becoming less focused as the man began to succumb to the pleasure that Andrew was giving him.

When he shuddered slightly, a shiver running down his spine and his hips jerking a little more aggressively than before, Andrew slid his hands down completely, squeezing and gripping the soft flesh under his hands. Maxwell moaned, pressing his forehead against Andrew’s shoulder. Andrew only teased him a little bit before his hands trailed further, to the dripping hole waiting for him.

Andrew could feel it twitching, waiting. Maxwell was anxious to move onto the next step, and this greedy, twitching warmth was a clear sign of it.

"Max, did you miss me?" Andrew asked as he sunk two fingers inside of him to the knuckle easily. Maxwell sucked in, squeezing around Andrew’s fingers tightly. Andrew gulped. Holy shit. He was so tight and so warm, and he felt so good. Fuck.

Maxwell, unable to stop himself, began thrusting his hips back against Andrew’s hand and Andrew shook.

"Of course I did. Fuck. Curl your fingers more. You’re almost touching it." Maxwell moaned, unrepentant. Maxwell had always been unabashed in the bedroom, and Andrew shivered.

He followed Maxwell’s order easily, not one to hold anything back when asked of him and Maxwell gasped, grinding his ass back against Andrew’s hand as soon as Andrew hit his prostate. Maxwell pushed away, placing his hands on Andrew’s shoulders. With that to support him, he began riding Andrew’s fingers in earnest, his gaze slightly glazed, his cheeks flushed, and his cock bouncing in time to his thrusts.

Andrew watched him, fully seduced as the man took his pleasure from Andrew’s fingers. Andrew was watching him, and Maxwell kept his gaze on Andrew’s the whole time. He licked his lips, tossing his head back and moaning loudly as he sped up the tempo. Andrew, unable to help himself, snuck his one hand around, wrapping it around Maxwell’s cock so that with each thrust back against Andrew’s hand, he would thrust up into the tight grip of his other hand.

Maxwell was loudly enjoying himself, his skin turning a beautiful shade of pink as he writhed in Andrew’s lap, taking pleasure from Andrew with barely a touch from him.

"Baby, I’m gonna cum." Maxwell groaned, opening his eyes to stare desperately at Andrew. Andrew swallowed.

"Cum Angel. Cum into my hand." Andrew felt like he was the one begging. He might have been. He watched as Maxwell bit his lip before he sped up his thrusts. He lasted a few more thrusts before he let out a shuddering gasp, his hips jerking and Andrew lowered his hand, jerking Maxwell off.

Maxwell’s grip on Andrew’s shoulders tightened, his eyes fluttering closed as Andrew felt the warm, wet liquid of his semen fill his hand and his cock trembled. His asshole was twitching around his fingers, flickering in a way that had Andrew’s cock straining against his pants.

Maxwell let out a soft moan before he leaned forward, kissing Andrew with a fierceness that didn’t indicate that he’d just cum. The man was voracious, devouring, and Andrew lost himself in the kiss as Maxwell wiggled against his hands.

"Andy, Andy, Andy." Maxwell chanted between kisses and Andrew felt branded.

"What is it Maxy?" Andrew asked, breathless and Maxwell sighed.

"I want to suck you off. Can I do that?" He asked sweetly, like he was asking for anything else. Andrew couldn’t say no to him.

"Let me remove my fingers from you." Andrew murmured and Maxwell groaned.

"I wish I had two of your cocks." Andrew paused as Maxwell complained.

"What?" Maxwell pressed more kisses against Andrew’s exposed skin around his face and neck.

"That way I could have you inside of me from both sides." Andrew had the vision fill his mind suddenly.

Maxwell between two Andrew’s, both fucking him from both sides. It was...intriguing, but Andrew would never allow another man into their bed. He was too jealous, and he was sure Maxwell was too jealous. But maybe...they could consider some other options.

"I will keep that in mind, but as of right now, that’s impossible Angel." It was Andrew’s turn to feel Maxwell stiffen.

"I wasn’t saying-" Maxwell started, panic in his voice and Andrew cut him off.

"Neither one of us would want someone else in our bed, so don’t worry, I didn’t take it that way." Maxwell relaxed immediately after hearing Andrew’s words.

"Oh thank god. I just realised what that could have sounded like. I don’t want another person touching me that isn’t you." Andrew swooned at Maxwell’s easy declaration. He pressed a kiss against Maxwell’s temple, pausing Maxwell’s kissing spree. Maxwell grumbled as Andrew halted him, and pulled his fingers out of his ass.

"I agree. I don’t want anyone touching me that isn’t you either. How do you want to do it? Do you want me on my back? Sitting up? Where do you want to be?" Andrew asked him and Maxwell smirked.

"I really like when you’re sitting on the edge of the bed and I’m on my knees. Are you alright with that?" Maxwell asked and Andrew chuckled.

"You tell me what you want, and I will do my best to make it happen. Except tying me up again." Andrew told him, and Maxwell pouted.

"Why? It was fun, wasn’t it?" Maxwell asked and Andrew winced.

"It was not fun. I was worried constantly about breaking a bed in your parents house. That is not sexy." Maxwell paused, before his whole body shook with laughter at Andrew’s indignant tone.

"That’s why you didn’t enjoy yourself?" Maxwell asked and Andrew glanced away from him.

"...I also don’t like not being able to touch you." Andrew muttered. Maxwell smiled at him warmly.

"But I often tell you that you can’t touch me." Maxwell told him and Andrew hesitated.

"It’s different. Even when you tied my hands with the tie forever ago. It’s different. Being spread like that, is just...I should do it to you at some point so you can see what I mean." Maxwell’s eyes went wide, but the longer Andrew stared at him, the more he realised that Maxwell wasn’t against the idea.

"Well...I get to see your face pretty much the whole time so...I’ll consider it." Maxwell muttered, before he glanced at Andrew, and then slid his gaze down his half dressed body. He smirked. "I really like this." Maxwell said, running his hand down Andrew’s exposed abs. He hadn’t taken anything off besides the tie.

"What do you like?" Andrew asked, smiling and Maxwell liked his lips.

"You look all disheveled in this suit with it opened like this. It’s hot. I’m sad I don’t remember most of my brother’s wedding. Thankfully, we have enough suits that we can rotate through them, but I do think I would love to cover one of the black suits in my cum and watch you look all flushed and disheveled below me." Licked his lips. "Or, that lavender one. Fuck. Do you think dry cleaning would rat us out?" Maxwell leaned in, whispering and Andrew let out a shaky exhale.

"Well, there’s only one way to find out." Andrew offered and Maxwell laughed as their lips touched. Andrew trembled as he kissed the laughter away. Fuck, this man was too much.

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