(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 163: Can you clean it up? (m)

Chapter 163: Can you clean it up? (m)

Maxwell sank to the floor, kissing every part of Andrew he could as he did so. Andrew knew his breaths were coming in pants, and he watched the man like a man starved, licking his hand clean of the cum Maxwell had spilled.

Maxwell, who only caught the tail end of that behaviour, shuddered as he settled on his knees, pushing Andrew’s thighs apart.

"Baby, what the hell are you doing?" Maxwell demanded and Andrew blinked, shivering as Maxwell ran his hands slowly up his thighs.

"I’m cleaning up." Andrew offered helpfully and Maxwell narrowed his eyes.

"You could have wiped it on the bed." Maxwell told him and Andrew shook his head, his brows furrowing as he grew upset.

"I would never do something like that. You worked hard to make this semen. Of course I’m going to eat it." Maxwell’s cheeks flushed at Andrew’s words, and Maxwell sighed, pressing his forehead against Andrew’s inner thigh. Andrew felt his cock twitch, his whole body tense as Maxwell rubbed his forehead there. He turned his head so that he could stare up at Andrew, his blue eyes warm from within.

"You are too much." Maxwell told him and Andrew honestly felt a little upset.

"You do the same thing, Max. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you spit out my cum, and I don’t get upset." Andrew muttered and Maxwell smiled up at him. It was a deadly combination. Maxwell naked, on his knees, his head resting so close to his straining cock with a smile on his face.

"It’s only a problem Baby, because I wanted to take my time enjoying you, but now I want to feel you fill me up completely. When you lick it up so casually it goes straight to my crotch. Honestly, it’s a problem. Whenever I see that tongue of yours outside of your body, I get all worked up." Andrew was stunned with this new piece of information.

"Really?" Andrew asked and Maxwell’s smile widened.

"Really really. Now, let me work. I’m impatient enough as it is, so you better not make me work for this too long." Maxwell teased and Andrew waited in anticipation as Maxwell’s fingers reached for his belt, undoing it slowly, before he pulled the belt completely out of its loops and tossed it to the side.

"Do you want me to take my pants off?" Andrew asked, his lips feeling swollen as he watched the man work. Maxwell didn’t move from where he was resting his head against Andrew’s thigh, but he glanced up at him. His fingers were working on the buttons and zipper now.

"Baby, you just focus on me, alright? Don’t worry about anything else. Just...feel, alright? You’ve done such a good job today. Just let me try to take care of you." Andrew felt his mouth fill with saliva, and he nodded his head slowly.

"I...did a good job?" Andrew asked carefully and Maxwell narrowed his eyes, his smile naughty.

"You did. A really good job. Now just sit back and make sure to make as much noise as you want. I want to hear you enjoy your reward." Andrew closed his eyes for just a moment, shuddering at the way those words made him feel.

"I-I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about me taking a long time." Andrew told him and Maxwell chuckled. Andrew opened his eyes again when the slightly colder air touched his underwear.

"Awe. I was only teasing you a little. I wanted to make sure you really enjoyed yourself." Maxwell’s touch felt teasing and Andrew flinched as the man traced a thin line down his hardened cock trapped in his underwear. "I swear, this keeps getting bigger. I wonder if you’ll only start to knot when it’s in its final form?" Maxwell cackled to himself at that, and Andrew frowned.

"Not funny, Maxy." Andrew told him and Maxwell grinned at him, leaning in to kiss his cock outline. Andrew shivered.

"I think I’m very funny, thank you. Do you remember when you were worried you were small for a true alpha? That was adorable. Now look at you. I bet you’re in the higher end of the percentile. I also bet no true alpha is willingly giving that information out." Andrew felt his face heat with embarrassment as Maxwell reminded him of his concerns.

"I think it’s normal to worry about that kind of thing when a Doctor tells you that! Plus, penises don’t normally go through another growth spurt, Max." Andrew felt like he was making very valid points, but the way that Maxwell was looking at him, like he was adorable, had Andrew on edge.

"Awe, it’s okay Baby. I’m not making fun of you. I just think that you worrying about the size of your cock is cute. You probably weren’t even worrying about it because you didn’t want to show up to the gym and have the guys laugh at you. You were probably worrying because of me, weren’t you?" Andrew flinched and Maxwell chuckled. "There’s no need to worry, Baby. Don’t I take you really well?" Andrew let out a shaky breath. Maxwell hadn’t even taken his cock out of his underwear yet and he felt like he’d spill all over the place as soon as he did.

"Angel, you either gotta take me out now, or back off. I am so close to the edge right now." Andrew warned and watched as Maxwell’s eyes lit up. He quickly reached for Andrew’s cock, taking it out and staring at it as it twitched under his gaze. "Max." Andrew warned, his throat dry. "Stop looking at it like that." Andrew told him.

Maxwell was staring at Andrew’s cock like it was the tastiest thing he’d ever seen. Maxwell exhaled slowly, before he wrapped his hand around the base of Andrew’s cock, then wrapped his other hand around it. It was a tight fit, and Andrew winced at the warm, slightly rough texture on his already sensitive cock. Maxwell licked his lips, before meeting Andrew’s gaze.

"Baby, it’s okay if you cum quickly. It just means I can enjoy you a little longer the second time. Do you want to paint my throat, or cum on my face?" Andrew squeaked, both ideas, both images very appealing to him. His fingers clenched on the bed, his breathing ragged.

"W-Whatever you want. Fuck. I-" Andrew moaned as Maxwell’s hands began to move and Maxwell bent, his tongue flicking against Andrew’s slit. He felt his whole body tense and Maxwell continued, dropping one of his hands to fondle his balls through the fabric of his underwear. Andrew wasn’t going to last, like he warned, and with a pleasured gasp, his cock began to pelt Maxwell’s face with streams of cum.

Maxwell closed his eyes and Andrew watched, dazed, as his cum painted Maxwell’s pale, flushed face. Maxwell licked his lips, catching the small droplets that landed there before he bent his head and swallowed the tip of Andrew’s cock, sucking and licking every last drop. Andrew tossed his head back, unable to watch him as he did so since it was too stimulating.

"I-I need to clean you up." Andrew whispered, his thighs twitching and Maxwell chuckled.

"Andy." He called, releasing Andrew’s cock with a soft ’pop!’. Andrew looked down at him, his gaze narrow from pleasure. "Can you lick my face clean?" He asked and Andrew shuddered.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

Andrew bent, putting both of his hands under Maxwell’s chin, tilting his face up and Andrew opened his mouth, licking up his own cum from Maxwell’s face. He was shaking the whole time, and Maxwell wrapped his hand around Andrew’s arm.

"You’re doing great." Maxwell told him and Andrew shuddered. He continued until Maxwell’s face was clean of semen, but went with his saliva. Maxwell finally opened his gaze, meeting Andrew’s slightly fevered amber gaze and grinned. Using his grip on Andrew’s arm, he pulled him to his lips and kissed him, the slightly tart and sour flavour of his cum in their mouths as they kissed each other just as desperately.

"W-Was that what you wanted?" Andrew asked, pulling away long enough to catch his breath. Maxwell tightened his grip on Andrew’s hand, his gaze warm, his face flushed as he looked up at Andrew.

"Baby, I think I could get addicted to it. I’m so fucking wet right now I’m glad I don’t have carpet. Otherwise, there would be a stain." Andrew shuddered hearing his words. It was evident that Andrew was already hard, his cock jutting out proudly between them. Andrew rubbing his thumbs against Maxwell’s skin, dropping his lips to press kisses against the face he had just licked clean.

"I didn’t hate it." Andrew told him, his reaction obvious and Maxwell chuckled as Andrew continued to pepper his face with kisses.

"Let me get up. I want to get some condoms and then I want to ride you into oblivion." Maxwell told him and Andrew groaned.

"Can I make love to you later?" Andrew asked, pausing his kiss crusade to meet Maxwell’s gaze. Maxwell softened, reaching up to stroke under Andrew’s eye.

"Of course. It’s your celebration. I appreciate you putting my needs first." Andrew closed his eyes. He didn’t think he’d be as into this as he was, but it was clear from the way Maxwell was behaving, and how hard and wet he was, that Maxwell had always, and would always be into this.

"Y-You really like having your partner at your mercy, don’t you?" Andrew said and Maxwell twitched.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked carefully and Andrew shook his head. He let out a shaky breath, trying to regain some of his composure which he knew would be shot as soon as Maxwell sat down in his lap.

"No. it’s just an observation." Andrew said. Maxwell stared at him for a long, long time before he nodded, holding onto Andrew’s hands as he rose to his feet. He only let them go when he was nearly fully to his feet, dropping Andrew’s hands until they rested on his hips.

"You’re okay with my behaviours? You said something about how I like power before, right?" Andrew felt a smile touch his lips and he nodded.

"Yeah. I’m glad you remembered. I’d classify you as a soft dom. You like to be in charge, but you don’t really like to inflict pain. I’m happy with that. I’m not a big fan of pain if I’m honest. Tying up, restricting when I cum, being in control. I’m fine with those things. Again, I also don’t mind if you want to top me either, I just know you like to be in control so I thought you might want to do that." Maxwell flushed.

"I’ve thought more about it, but I’m still not...my brain is still working on it." Maxwell muttered and Andrew leaned in, pressing a kiss against his navel.

"Take all of the time you need. I’m okay with whatever you decide. Obviously, we’re still having a good time, so I’m okay with whatever you decide." Andrew glanced up at him, aware he was now close to Maxwell’s cock. He glanced down and noticed it twitched and Andrew grinned. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?" Andrew offered and Maxwell swallowed.

"No. I want you inside me too much." Maxwell stated firmly, and Andrew loved that he knew exactly what he wanted, and when he wanted it.

Maxwell shook off Andrew’s touch, going to grab some condoms and Andrew took that moment to take off some of his clothes. He really wanted his pants and underwear off so he worked on that first.

"Stop!" Andrew froze at Maxwell’s words, his pants pulled down past his knees. "Don’t take off your tops. I want them on, just like that." Andrew glanced over at Maxwell, surprised.

"You want them half off?" Andrew asked and Maxwell nodded. "Okay." Andrew said, surprised. He knew that they had discussed it, but didn’t know Maxwell wanted to do it right now. Whatever. He was okay with whatever he decided.

Andrew sat back down, waiting for Maxwell to make his decision and come over. He was surprised, but also unsurprised by the amount of condoms the man piled next to him. Maxwell had a voracious appetite on a good day, and if today was a celebration, he was going to want to go on for longer.

Maxwell licked his lips, wrapping his arms around Andrew’s neck as he climbed into his lap again. Andrew was happy he’d been able to get his pants off. He liked being able to feel Maxwell’s skin against his own, and the pants had prevented that.

"Are you ready?" Maxwell asked and Andrew gulped. He didn’t know if he’d ever be fully prepared for a night with Maxwell, ever. But still, he nodded, and was rewarded with Maxwell’s mouth on his own.