(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 319: Taking Maxwell for a walk (m)

Chapter 319: Taking Maxwell for a walk (m)

"O-Oh my god." Maxwell clutched onto Andrew’s shoulders as Andrew sunk him down onto his cock. "You sneaky man!" Maxwell accused, wiggling his hips as he adjusted to the size of him. His legs clenched around his hips, holding on tightly and Andrew chuckled. He pressed a few kisses against the side of his head, near his ear. Comfort.

"Only a little bit sneaky." Andrew admitted with a smile in his voice. His hands palmed the ass taking his cock and Maxwell groaned. His arms tightened around his neck as he adjusted. "We’re just going for a little walk." Andrew told him innocently.

"With your cock balls deep in my ass?" Maxwell shot back, a bite to his words. Andrew knew it was only for show. This was one of his favourite positions. He was putting up a fight because he felt like he needed to. Andrew didn’t mind. He could already tell he was going to come out of this encounter with a few more scratch marks down his back.

It was like a reward.

Andrew knew his grin was too big as he took his first step and Maxwell shivered, clawing at him. His breath against Andrew’s chest and shoulder had Andrew turning his face away, pride filling him as Maxwell clenched around him tightly. Trying to hold onto him so he wouldn’t fall in all facets.

"It’s only a few steps away." Andrew told him softly and Maxwell spread his hand on his back before digging in his nails punishingly.

"Shut the fuck up. Each step is damn torture. You keep rubbing against my prostate." Maxwell sounded murderous and Andrew looked at him innocently, but wide amber eyes.

"Should I run in place then?" Andrew asked and Maxwell gave him a horrified look.

"You could do that?" Andrew made a mental note that now he had to do that. There was no other option.

They were going to have to get a treadmill or something similar so that Andrew could really show Maxwell the benefits of having a fit boyfriend, soon to be fiancé. Andrew felt his breath catch as he imagined how disheveled Maxwell would get, his much he would make a damn mess everywhere.

Maxwell let out a soft sound before he dug his nails in again.

"Don’t get harder!" Maxwell complained and Andrew chuckled.

"Sorry. Just thinking about it was really hot." Andrew told him, leaning in to kiss him deeply, silence him, gentle him. He took his next step while kissing him and Maxwell’s sounds were swallowed up in the kiss. Andrew could feel the way that Maxwell was clenching around him, and also just how wet he was becoming. Andrew grinned into the kiss, his hands tightening on his ass. Feeling a little devious, he thrust Maxwell’s ass down further, swallowing the moan Maxwell made.

Andrew did this over and over, each step, another thrust.

There was a moment where Andrew tore his lips away from Maxwell’s, letting the dazed man catch his breath as Andrew took a look behind them and the trail Maxwell had left behind them. Holy hell was that hot.

Andrew was going to have to clean that up, but right now, he had a wet, leaking Maxwell in his arms that was dazed from the pleasure he provided. Andrew grinned.

He kept moving, pressing his lips against Maxwell’s throat, letting the other man’s cries of pleasure echo against the walls of the bathroom. They filled the space and Andrew found himself making his way with intent towards the shower stall. He considered for a moment pressing Maxwell’s back against the cold tiles, but figured that would be too much of a shock when the man was so deep in his own pleasure. Andrew turned, letting his own back touch the cold tile of the shower as he stepped inside.

He arched his back, angling himself so that Maxwell was filled with more of his cock and that the angle was better for him. Maxwell’s hands moved, going from around Andrew’s neck to grasping onto his shoulders. It was slightly painful, but Andrew didn’t mind as Maxwell began to move his hips, searching for his own pleasure. He was tight, wet, and warm.

He caressed Andrew’s cock like it was his favourite thing, his face flushed, his head thrown back in pleasure as he rolled his hips and Andrew just watched him. He was so damn pretty. So damn pretty and had every intention to marry him.

Maxwell gasped as Andrew grew inside of him again and he opened his eyes to glare at him.

"Stop that." He snapped, annoyed and Andrew chuckled.

"I can’t. You’re too pretty." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s face warmed, his ass fluttering on Andrew’s cock again.

"I know I am, but keep that monster in your pants to one size now, thank you." Maxwell’s attitude was so cute when Andrew knew he was pleased with how much he filled him, and how much more he could as well.

Andrew sighed, leaning in and pressing his lips to his throat, inhaling his scent as Andrew slid his hands to Maxwell’s hips, getting a good grip. He could feel Maxwell’s throat move as he swallowed, clearly knowing where this was going.

"You know that you’re too attractive for that. Now come on, darling Angel. We haven’t finished our walk yet." Andrew murmured, before opening his mouth slightly to bite down, nibble on Maxwell’s throat. The other man let out a soft gasp before Andrew kissed the small hurts he’d made.

Then he grabbed Maxwell and began to thrust him down on his cock. Hard, fast, and Maxwell let out a loud, long moan.

"Fuck Baby, that’s so good!" Andrew felt his whole body warm with the shouts of praise from Maxwell. Letting each word, each moan out of the other man’s mouth fill him with pleasure.

Maxwell came first, having been edged this whole time. Andrew wore his cum with pride, Maxwell’s eyes lidded with pleasure. Andrew wanted to continue, but Maxwell was firm. He tapped Andrew’s shoulders, biting at his chin when Andrew came within biting distance.

"I want down." Maxwell ordered and Andrew wasn’t going to tell him no. Even if he was still hard. Even if he was close to the edge. Maxwell had the control in this situation, and if wanted off the Andrew ride, that was okay.

Andrew carefully extracted himself from Maxwell, and nearly swallowed his tongue when Maxwell slid further to his knees, grabbing the cock that had just been inside of him in his hand, pulling off his condom with a quick movement. His hand replaced the condom, covering Andrew’s cock as he rubbed it, his expression devious.

"I want you to cum all over my face." Maxwell told Andrew and Andrew just nodded. Whatever he wanted. Maxwell chuckled, pressing a kiss against his throbbing head. "You’re so damn cute, Baby. You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?" Maxwell asked sweetly and Andrew nodded, swallowing.

"Yeah. Pretty much." Andrew agreed and Maxwell raised an eyebrow.

"What can’t I do?" He asked and there was one that came to Andrew’s mind right away.

"I won’t watch someone else fuck you." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s eyes widened, before they softened and his smile grew wider.

"Ditto." He replied, before he took Andrew’s cock in his mouth, sucking, licking, and rubbing his cock like his life depended on it. Andrew closed his eyes, tossing his head back as he moaned. Damn it. Maxwell was so damn good at this. He could live in his mouth and ass forever.

Andrew knew that he had already been close, but Maxwell was bringing him to the damn edge.

"Max, Angel, I’m gonna cum." Andrew warned, and as if to prove his point, Andrew’s cock began to swell. Maxwell chuckled, his hand continued to rub Andrew’s cock but Maxwell took his mouth off of him, using his tongue to lick and tease the tip until Andrew groaned, opening his eyes to watch as his cum covered Maxwell’s face. Maxwell kept his eyes closed as rope after rope covered him.

He was grinning, pleased as he made sure he got every last drop. Andrew shuddered at the sight while Maxwell closed his mouth and licked his lips. He raised his hands, rubbing the cum all over his face, but mostly making sure it stayed away from his eyes.

"Wow Andrew. That’s a big load. It’s amazing that I didn’t get knocked up." Maxwell teased, opening one of his eyes to meet Andrew’s gaze, teasing. Andrew grumbled.

"I wasn’t actively trying to get you pregnant." Andrew protested and that seemed to surprise Maxwell.

"Is your behaviour going to change when we do try?" Maxwell asked and Andrew felt his face warm. He wasn’t sure that he should say it, but given the look that Maxwell was giving him, he should probably tell him.

"Well, I was just thinking that if we ever did try to get pregnant we would just spend a few days...attached." Andrew said and Maxwell blinked.

"Attached?" He repeated and Andrew nodded. He could feel how warm his face was going when Maxwell repeated the word.

"Yeah. Attached." Andrew said, hoping he got it. Maxwell didn’t, his cum covered face turning to one of confusion and he slightly tilted his head in confusion.

"What does that mean, Andy?" He asked and Andrew sighed. He covered his face with one hand, embarrassed.

"Like what we just did. You know, going for a walk? But all day. For several days. To make sure it...sticks." Andrew sighed. He could already tell that Maxwell was giving him a strange look. He didn’t need to look to know that. "I know it’s ridiculous." Andrew muttered.

"Have you always thought this?" Maxwell asked, and that wasn’t the question that Andrew expected. Andrew grumbled.

"It was something I began to consider when I was originally considering kids. I thought it would be a fun concept if I ended up with someone who could have kids naturally." Andrew said and Maxwell let out a chuckle.

"Well aren’t you lucky that I can give birth and I’m a glutton for punishment?" Maxwell said and Andrew jerked, uncovering his face to look down at Maxwell. He was grinning. "Baby, you can do all kinds of weird shit to me as long as you clear it with me first and I don’t hate the idea. Having you fill me up for several days of nonstop sex? Pausing for breaks of food? Still full of you and your cum? Don’t threaten me with a good time." Maxwell said and Andrew let out a surprised chuckle.

"Sorry. I should have known better. I just-" Maxwell smiled, and Andrew cut off.

"It’s okay, Baby. Now help me wash this cum off of my face so I don’t go blind." Andrew scrambled.

"Of course!" Andrew told him and Maxwell laughed as he was hoisted up and onto the bench while Andrew rushed to turn on the water, not caring that he had his glasses on still. Andrew was just glad that Maxwell had been...so totally receptive to his strange idea. Then he chuckled.

It was basically a rut without the memory loss. Of course Maxwell wouldn’t hate that. Maxwell loved sex, and he’d probably like it a lot if he could communicate with Andrew the whole time. Andrew’s chest warmed.

He was a lucky, lucky man.