(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 317: A sweet trap (m)

Chapter 317: A sweet trap (m)

Maxwell had set a trap, and Andrew had fallen for it. He had thought he was simply going to help the man put on his anklet that Andrew had bought him.

He should have known better when the man had pulled him into the bedroom to do so. That was a strange place to put on an anklet. Andrew hadn’t questioned it until he found himself on his back, Maxwell on top of him with a sly, victorious grin on his face as he began to undress him.

"Did you know," Maxwell started, pulling Andrew’s arm through his jacket sleeve, "that when a man gifts an anklet to someone, they usually only want one thing?" Andrew gulped from where he was lying on his back, already hard as a rock while Maxwell smiled at him teasingly.

"N-No. I didn’t. What do they normally want?" Andrew asked and Maxwell leaned in, kissing Andrew on the lips.

"You’re so cute. What would a man normally want with something they gift to another?" Maxwell asked, pulling more of Andrew’s clothes off. He only paused when Andrew’s upper body was bare. He stopped to stare at him, raising his hands to press against Andrew’s skin, his palms warm, his touch firm. Andrew groaned.

"I don’t know, Maxy." Andrew said and Maxwell chuckled.

"They would want to take it off, or in the case of anklets, they would want them up around their ears so that they could admire the jewelry properly." Andrew felt his eyes widen and realised why Jenny and Amir had been so teasing about the gift.

"I-I didn’t, I wasn’t-"

"I know Baby, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want that. So help me, won’t you? Take your pants off, Baby. Let me put your cock in my mouth." Maxwell opened his mouth, pulling it open wider with his fingers and Andrew took a shaky breath.

He really was too much for him sometimes.

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Andrew felt so turned on it felt like he was back in his rut. Maxwell had pulled out a box of the new condoms they were supposed to use and slammed them down on the bed, licking his lips as he pulled his soft, black sweater over his head.

He didn’t tease Andrew as much as he normally would, teasing him with a strip tease. Instead, he went right for Andrew’s cock. Holding it in his hand possessively and Andrew threw his head back and groaned. The man’s hands on him were a blessing, and Andrew watched him from below.

Maxwell made sure that the anklet was on the bed with them, in the box all pretty. Maxwell stepped off of the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes and Andrew made sure to do the same, his fingers desperate, twitching. Maxwell watched him, amusement in his gaze as Andrew fumbled with his belt.

Maxwell slowed down, allowing Andrew to catch up with him before Maxwell made sure he was lying down on his back again. Andrew gulped. Like he had felt, Maxwell hadn’t been wearing any underwear. Maxwell crawled onto the bed, turning until his ass was towards Andrew and he backed up further.

Andrew thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest as hope filled him. Was this...what he thought it was?

Maxwell looked at him over his shoulder, a seductress in his own right.

"Well? Is that tongue just for talking? Get to work." Maxwell ordered and Andrew crumbled fast. He grabbed the ass in front of him, the soft cheeks spilling out of his hands. It was impressive for how small he was. Maxwell had an incredible ass, and it was his privilege that Maxwell was allowing him to eat it outside of his rut.

Andrew was grateful for whatever work he’d put in, because he had clearly put in enough to convince the other man that he liked it. A hard tug on his cock had Andrew twitching and he got to work.

His hands spread the slightly leaking hole in front of him. It twitched, flickering as Andrew’s breath fanned across it. Maxwell wasted no time in getting to work on his end. Andrew’s toes curled, his thighs tensing as Maxwell ran the tip of his tongue around the tip of Andrew’s cock. Teasing, being a little bit of a bad boy before he began licking and sucking like it was his favourite treat.

Andrew groaned, but wasn’t about to be outdone by Maxwell, not after he’d been given the green light to eat his ass. Andrew bent forward, pressing kisses against his ass, blowing air on Maxwell’s puckering hole intentionally. Making him aware, teasing him in the way only Andrew could.

Maxwell was leaking a bit more before Andrew put his mouth on him, his tongue rubbing circles against the twitching ring of muscles. Andrew felt Maxwell twitch, his hips shifting and Andrew smiled.

He felt a little bit devious, but his hand slid down to Maxwell’s cock as he began to eat his ass in earnest. His tongue thrust in an out of the tight hole before him, licking, penetrating, setting a steady rhythm that had Maxwell’s hips pushing against his mouth. Andrew felt his mouth grin as he shook his hips against his tongue. He loved how quickly Maxwell had changed his tune to getting his ass ate.

He was clearly good enough at it that Maxwell had found it good enough to offer this. Since he was so good, he had a wish. He wanted to make Maxwell cum first. He really wanted to.

Maxwell was putting up a good fight though. His hips were dipping, his legs trembling but he just began sucking Andrew’s cock harder, rolling his balls in his hands, milking the man for everything he was worth.

Maxwell’s sweet little tongue was a demon, finding every little spot that made Andrew’s balls draw up, his breathing go ragged as he felt pleasure course through his veins.

The room was filled with the sounds of the two men sucking, touching, fucking each other with their mouths. There was one moment where Maxwell had to release Andrew’s cock to moan loudly, filling the air as he trembled and shook and Andrew thought he had gotten him.

He hadn’t, and Maxwell increased his attention to Andrew’s cock, swallowing the man with his damn throat, pushing him deep into his mouth and showing off his lack of a gag reflux. Andrew fought as hard as he could, but Maxwell was too good at this.

They both came at the same time, Maxwell’s cum painting Andrew’s abs and chest as Andrew stroked his cock in time with the thrusts of his tongue while Maxwell swallowed Andrew’s cum like he was thirsty. His throat swallowing over and over on Andrew’s cock until he began to worry that Maxwell was going to pass out.

Both men released each other’s genitals, practically going limp with pleasure as they tried to gather themselves. When both men were able to speak after their orgasms, Maxwell turned to face Andrew, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He had a sharp look in his gaze which meant they could get into a fight.

"You were trying to get me to cum first." Maxwell accused, his gaze narrowed, his cheeks flushed and Andrew found himself grinning in response. He reached for the other man, and Maxwell went until he was nestled against Andrew’s side. Neither of them paid attention to how hard they both still were, just happy to be in each other’s arms before they continued to fulfil their lust for each other.

The close hold Andrew had on the man seemed to soothe some of the anger that Andrew had sensed from him. Maybe he was just trying to stir up some trouble to get attention. Like a cat.

"I was. You’ve never offered me your ass like that before. I don’t think we’ve ever done a 69 before, and especially not like that. I wanted to make it good for you." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s ears were pink. He gently smacked Andrew’s chest.

"You don’t need to do that. Let me spoil you. You spent so much money on me today after all." Maxwell sounded annoyed, and also smug. Like he was trying to use it against Andrew. Andrew groaned.

"Please, don’t think of it like that. I really did it because I wanted to." Andrew groaned and Maxwell chuckled. He reached up, playing with Andrew’s glasses on his face.

"Okay. Well, maybe I just want an excuse to spoil you." Maxwell said, and Andrew sighed.

"You spoil me all the time." Andrew told him, his voice soft. "Just being near you is spoiling me." Andrew said and Maxwell made a face.

"Okay. Well then, you better get used to being even more spoiled because it’s only going to get worse when we move into our new home and we get married." Maxwell warned. Then he met Andrew’s gaze before he glanced down at his ankle, slowly lifting it up and raising it towards Andrew. He was showing off how flexible he was. He was trying to turn Andrew on, and damn it, it worked.

Andrew gulped, watching as the foot stopped an inch away from his face.

"Are you going to help me show you the perks of wearing an anklet, Baby?" Maxwell asked softly, leaning in to kiss Andrew’s throat. Andrew shuddered.

"The doctor gave you a clear bill of health?" Andrew confirmed and Maxwell chuckled.

"Yes, you can fuck me Andrew." That was the green light that Andrew needed. Maxwell let out a soft gasp as he found himself flipped. Maxwell was on his back, his leg pressed against Andrew’s shoulder as he bent over him, pressing him into the sheets. Maxwell’s gaze warmed. "Oh Baby. You’re feeling a little wild tonight, aren’t you?" He purred, reaching up and wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Andrew glanced down at his ankle, so close to his ear. "Good."