(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 182: An unending hunger (suggestive)

Chapter 182: An unending hunger (suggestive)

Maxwell was having a great day. He’d woken up to a still sleepy, but smiley Andrew wrapped around him, keeping him warm. Maxwell loved this. He loved waking up surrounded by man. The way Andrew smelled, felt and the slight abrasion from his body hair made Maxwell feel safe. Protected.

He loved that Andrew would grumble anytime he shifted, and would force his leg in between Maxwell’s while they slept entangled with each other. He would also shove his arm under Maxwell’s head, forcing him into a cocoon of Andrew. Combined with his pheromones, and the way that Andrew would kiss his forehead, even in his sleep, Maxwell had never felt his loved, or appreciated.

"Morning." Andrew rumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. Maxwell felt a slight shiver run down his spine at the way his voice made him feel. Maxwell leaned in, pressing his nose nearly against Andrew’s armpit and inhaling. He let out a heavy, relaxed sigh. Andrew chuckled, shifting to press a kiss against his forehead. "Still asleep?" He rumbled, and Maxwell snuggled in further, enjoying the heat.

"Yup." Maxwell replied, his own voice a little scratchy from the early morning. Andrew gave him a squeeze.

"Are you lying to me?" He asked and Maxwell grinned against Andrew’s skin.

"Yup." Maxwell told him and Andrew laughed, before wrapping himself around Maxwell and flipping them until Maxwell was lying on top of him and Andrew was underneath him. Andrew grinned as Maxwell turned his face towards him, his smile bright, his eyes a deep, glowing amber as he looked Maxwell over.

It was slightly strange to see Andrew like this since Maxwell had gotten used to his deep, beautiful brown eyes, but the amber eyes weren’t bad. He was just used to them showing up when Andrew was feeling an intense emotion. He didn’t feel like Andrew was feeling anything like that so early in the morning.

Maybe lust, but Maxwell didn’t think so.

He knew what Andrew looked like when the man wanted to eat him alive, and that wasn’t the vibe he was getting right now.

Maxwell, however, did want to wake up the right way.

"You’re a devious angel." Andrew told him. "Do you tempt all humans like this?" Andrew asked, his smile reaching his eyes. Maxwell chuckled, pressing his lips against Andrew’s bare chest. He licked his lips, before he shifted, rubbing his morning wood against Andrew’s. He watched as a slight colour touched Andrew’s cheeks, making his already amber eyes brighten.

Damn, he looked so fucking hot right now.

"Mm, just the ones I really like. Shall I have my morning snack?" Maxwell asked, watching as Andrew’s throat worked as he swallowed. His adams apple bobbed, and Maxwell’s grin widened as he felt Andrew’s cock swell against his own.

"Morning snack? What happened to the shower?" Andrew’s hands twitched on him, squeezing his flesh as Maxwell rocked their cocks against each other. He could already feel himself getting wet, excited at the idea of having his cock in his mouth.

"That’s your breakfast. I need something to tide me over. Can I?" Maxwell bent, pressing soft, wet kisses against the skin before him. He felt Andrew’s breath catch as Maxwell moved towards one of his nipples. He gave it a slow, wet kiss involving his tongue and grinned in victory as Andrew shivered.

"Who am I to say no?" Andrew whispered, his voice hoarse and Maxwell laughed.

"The man I plan to torment? You have free will. Do you not want me to?" Maxwell was feeling quite devious, enjoying every moment as Andrew squirmed under him. At the same time, he never wanted Andrew to think he was taking advantage of him. He needed the man with him at every moment.

Fuck. Andrew was right. He did need to talk to a Doctor about what he’d done. This was who Maxwell was normally. He never wanted to do something his partner hadn’t consented to. Even if they were just a partner for his heat.

Andrew was so much more than that. He was the man who he considered marking him. He was the man who he wanted to own completely. Seeing Andrew with Hewett? That had only made him realise further what he had almost done to him. What he still might have done to him.

Maxwell didn’t feel like something was off. He didn’t feel like they’d made an accident, but they couldn’t be sure for another few weeks. With that said, that didn’t mean that Maxwell couldn’t do his best to try to make it up to the guy.

Like right now. He would just have to love and pet and adore the man until he didn’t think that being with Maxwell wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t going to let anyone else get in the way of their relationship. Including himself. Maxwell was ready to make concessions he never would have for others to keep him in his life.

Andrew smelled heavenly, tasted heavenly, and was such a good man that Maxwell would get over his pda issues, and anything else to keep him.

Maybe not the inability to see Andrew since he loved watching him come undone because of Maxwell’s body, but he could give up other things. He just wanted this man in his life too much.

"Angel, I’m already yours. Do what you will with me." Maxwell shifted, placing his hands along Andrew’s body as he slowly dropped himself further. Maxwell placed kisses along the way, loving the way that Andrew’s body flinched away from his touch. He was panting, staring at Maxwell as he moved further and further away.

"Wait." Andrew said and Maxwell paused, concerned he’d done something wrong. "I need to grab my glasses. I want to be able to see you." Andrew told him and Maxwell felt his heart start beating again.

He’d been so worried he’d done something Andrew didn’t want. Thank god that wasn’t the case.

Maxwell backed up, giving Andrew some space to move, twisting towards the bedside table to grab his glasses before he shoved them onto his face.

"Okay, I’m ready." He sounded breathless, and Maxwell chuckled. Maxwell bent down, pressing his weight against Andrew’s lower body, and glanced up. Andrew was watching him with bright eyes, his gaze not leaving every little thing that Maxwell did. Maxwell leaned in, pressing his lips to an ab and felt Andrew’s body twitch.

Getting excited on his own, Maxwell opened his mouth, gently biting the muscle and heard Andrew inhale sharply. Maxwell loved that. He loved knowing that Andrew was enjoying everything that he was doing to him. It was perfect. It was exactly what Maxwell wanted.

Maxwell came face to face with Andrew’s boxers, his cock excited and straining to see him. The outline was thick, almost pretty and Maxwell felt his mouth salivate. He was excited to taste him, the pheromones exceptionally thick and cloying around his crotch.

Maxwell swallowed, feeling how damp he was already and he glanced up at Andrew. Andrew looked tense, his muscles in sharp contrast as he stared down at Maxwell. His amber eyes made Maxwell feel like a predator was watching him. He felt a shiver run down his spine.

God, he loved when Andrew got extra worked up. He looked like he was ready to grab him and fuck him senseless. Maxwell wanted to make him more crazy.

Licking his lips, watching as Andrew couldn’t take his eyes off of him, Maxwell bent, pressing a kiss against his cock through the cloth. Andrew shuddered, his fingers gripping onto the sheets tightly. Maxwell spat on his cock, soaking the front of his underwear with his saliva before he ran his tongue over the wet fabric.

"Max." Andrew groaned, his jaw tense and Maxwell chuckled. He nibbled gently, teasing the man relentlessly and watched as he twitched, his legs jerking under him as Maxwell licked, kissed and nibbled on his cock through the wet fabric.

"You’re an incubus." Andrew groaned, his head going back. It was exactly what Maxwell wanted, that moment where Andrew couldn’t see what he was doing. Maxwell grabbed the waistband of his underwear, yanking it down and over his cock, exposing him the air and Andrew gasped as Maxwell quickly swallowed his tip with his mouth. "Fuck." Andrew exclaimed, and Maxwell smiled.

He had a feeling that Andrew wasn’t going to last long, not from the way he was shaking and trembling. Maxwell felt that if Andrew touched him right now, he’d cum in between one heartbeat and the next.

He was so turned on by how much Andrew desired him. When he met Andrew’s gaze, the man in so much pleasure that his eyes were narrow and veins in his arms in sharp contrast, Maxwell slowly dropped lower, taking more and more of Andrew into his mouth.

Maxwell felt every inch of the cock in his mouth, the control he felt giving him a sense of euphoria. He loved that the man below him was so much more powerful, so much more strong than him, but would never react in a way that would harm him. Andrew let Maxwell have this control over him.

Maxwell wanted Andrew to fill his mouth with his cum. He wanted that last little bit of control. He hoped Andrew was ready for the mood he was in today. If he had his way, he would make sure Andrew’s balls were always drained, always empty.

He wanted that cum all over him, in him, around him. Empty balls meant his attention would never wander. That, and he loved the thick pheromones from his cum.

God, he couldn’t wait for breakfast.