(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 35: An alpha’s rut is no joke (m)

Chapter 35: An alpha’s rut is no joke (m)

Maxwell had never been so overwhelmed by sensations while in bed with someone before. He had known that Andrew was going to be a considerate lover, but he hadn’t been aware just how considerate he’d be.

When he’d bent Maxwell in half and eaten his ass? Holy shit, he hadn’t been expecting that. Especially after their first time together, when Andrew had been a mess, all scars and bruises and let Maxwell do whatever he wanted.

Now? Now the rut was well and truly riding Andrew’s ass, and even if he was ’stereotypically’ alpha right now, there was a certain Andrew zest to it.

Like when Andrew tore open the condom and slid it over his cock, he was checking on Maxwell the whole time. Even when he kept Maxwell bent like a pretzel, his eyes reflective in the light, he was checking on him the whole way. Pressing kisses against his skin, enough that Maxwell felt he’d never been this wet in his life. Honestly, he was worried that Andrew would slip out, he was so damp.

That wasn’t a problem, as they both groaned as Andrew slowly, with great patience, pushed himself inside of Maxwell. At this angle, Andrew felt huge, and Maxwell wondered, in the sensible part of his brain, if he had gotten bigger in the last day. It was quickly washed away when Andrew came flush against his ass, his balls warm against his skin, and Andrew bent forward to kiss Maxwell heatedly.

Maxwell greedily kissed him back, demanding, controlling, and Andrew let him. Andrew rocked his hips, gently moving against him and Maxwell found that the man was hitting his prostate just right. Gentle lover, more like persistent. A wolf hidden in sheep’s clothing, who knew exactly what he was doing when Maxwell trembled, his movements jerky.

And that was when everything went off the rails.

Maxwell witnessed when the thin string keeping Andrew in line snapped.

He wasn’t sure what it was, Maxwell’s moan of his name, Maxwell squeezing him tightly, or the nails scratching down his back, but Andrew fully withdrew from Maxwell, before thrusting back in to the hilt, and Maxwell’s breath was stolen from him. Andrew clenched his teeth, his expression hardening as he continued the aggressive, ball slapping assault on Maxwell.

Maxwell loved it.

He felt delirious with pleasure as Andrew took and took. Maxwell felt his eyes rolling back into his head as Andrew ruthlessly pounded his ass. Andrew’s gaze, normally a soft, warm brown was amber in shade, showing that the other nature, the other side of him was in full force, and that only made Maxwell more aware of how deep he was inside of him. How much he filled him.

Shaking, and letting out a small gasp, Maxwell felt himself cum again, but Andrew didn’t let up. In fact, he hooked Maxwell’s legs under his arms and lifted him further, until he had an angle where he could pound Maxwell’s hole exactly how he wanted. Maxwell was a fucking mess.

Maxwell looked up into Andrew’s face, seeing the man focused, determined, and a flush across his cheeks. Maxwell reached up, gently caressing the hardened expression on his usually soft face, and Andrew shuddered.

"Baby, you can cum. Who are you trying to win against?" Maxwell whispered, pulling Andrew by the neck down closer so that he could kiss him. Wetly, with lots of tongue, he felt when Andrew’s thrusts became jerkier. Andrew’s low, deep groan as he came and pressed deeply against Maxwell’s ass. If he hadn’t been wearing a condom, Maxwell was sure he would have gotten pregnant.

"Max." The soft way Andrew spoke his name had Maxwell a puddle on the bed. The way he peppered Maxwell’s faces with gentle, butterfly-like kisses after also did him in. "I could stay inside you forever. You feel so good inside. So warm and wet. God, I would do anything to stay in you forever." Andrew’s words washed over Maxwell, and he couldn’t help but clench around him. Andrew groaned. "Fuck. And you’re so tight. I want to fuck you until your body only knows my dick’s shape." Maxwell was once again surprised by the words Andrew was speaking.

He knew Andrew was a chatterbox, and could probably talk anyone’s ear off, but this? In bed? It was something Maxwell was going to have to get used to. Most of the men he’d slept with previously were the quiet, stoic types. Who wanted to be bossed around by someone else. He wasn’t so sure he’d be able to get away with the same behaviour with Andrew.

Andrew sat up after pressing a few more kisses against Maxwell’s cheeks and slowly withdrew from him, pulling the condom off and tying it up. He released Maxwell’s legs, and Maxwell could finally lie down on the bed without feeling bent at an odd angle.

At least, for a few minutes.

Andrew was quick to grab another condom and wrap himself up before he approached Maxwell again. He turned the man until he was lying on his side, and spread his legs with his knees. Maxwell stared up at Andrew and he took one of his legs in his arms, peppering kisses against his calves and ankles as he slowly entered him again. Maxwell threw his head back with a groan. The different angle meant he filled him up in a different way, and when he met Andrew’s gaze, his eyes were soft, and his expression smug.

At first, he set a slow pace, unlike the fevered thrusting from the previous round, but slowly, his thrusts became faster and faster, and Maxwell found himself overwhelmed again. He nearly came when he felt Andrew sink his teeth into the thick meat of his calves. When he looked up at him, Andrew’s smirk was dangerous, and Maxwell found himself in a rather worrying situation. Did he like this side of Andrew? Was it okay to like this side of Andrew? Because if this was the new alpha side of him, he worried that Andrew could develop a complex, but if this had always been Andrew, and the rut had just amplified it...

Andrew would never suffer a rut alone if he could help it.

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Hours later, Maxwell found himself regretting his previous thoughts. There was a reason that it was usually preferred if the two partners were in their cycles. That being, the body forgot about how much it was being put through. When it was only one or the other, it became quite taxing.

That was where Maxwell found himself.

He was exhausted. Andrew was fuck machine. The man hadn’t stopped since he’d warned Maxwell that he wasn’t going to be able to walk. Since Maxwell had never shared a rut with an alpha before this, but he’d heard stories, he thought he was going to be prepared.

There was no way to prepare for this kind of thing. He’d cum so much it was clear. He was sensitive, sore, and ached in places that he’d only felt when he’d been in heat before. He was covered in kiss marks, bites, hickeys, and other things. Anywhere Andrew had been able to get his mouth, he’d left his mark.

The bed was soaked, covered in his own cum, sweat, and tears. There had to be a hefty amount of sweat from Andrew too, since the man was determined to imprint the shape of his cock inside of Maxwell. Andrew had been on a one man mission to pound town, and Maxwell was the fucking ride.

Maxwell wasn’t a prude. He’d had several sexual partners before Andrew, but none had so thoroughly tossed him around like Andrew had. It would be no surprise to anyone that Maxwell’s favourite position was on top, since he liked to be in control, but he’d done others as well. The classics, Maxwell would say.

Andrew was determined, in one night, to do every position he could imagine with Maxwell. Maxwell had never felt like a doll before, but the way that Andrew manipulated him made him understand that ruts were serious business. On his back, on his side, on his front, in the air, on top of him, on top of him facing away, against the wall on his back, against the wall barely standing since his feet couldn’t hold his weight anymore, on his dresser, bent over the bed. The list went on and on, and Maxwell had no idea that sex could be done in so many positions.

He had a few favourites though. He especially liked the one where he was against the wall, partially in the air because each thrust felt more powerful, spreading him wider. He also liked the way Andrew had looked. So lost in the pleasure of being inside him he almost looked pained. He also surprised himself by liking doggystyle with Andrew. The man didn’t stay above him, but instead wrapped around him, keeping him nice and warm as he thrust deeper into him from behind. He’d also stroked Maxwell in time with his thrusts, which he’d liked as well.

Honestly, if Maxwell could think about this situation rationally, he liked most of the positions that had him and Andrew intimately pressed against each other, skin rubbing skin, breaths mingled, kisses shared. He just liked being near Andrew, his scent surrounding him, his body thrusting into him deeply.

Fuck, he was worried when his heat came again. He’d missed two while being friends with Andrew, but he usually had three in a year. He hoped he didn’t scare Andrew away when that time came.

Like now. Andrew was slowly, with great dedication, making love to Maxwell as his thoughts wondered, his attention spent, and his eyes drooping.

"A-Andy, baby, I’m so tired." Maxwell mumbled, and Andrew chuckled.

"I’m almost done." Andrew promised, pressing a kiss against Maxwell’s lips, gentle, as if he knew that Maxwell was near the of his ability to withstand everything. They were in simple missionary, since Maxwell wasn’t able to hold himself up anymore. Maxwell gave a squeeze in response, and Andrew winced, before picking up the pace.

Maxwell’s lips felt swollen, red, and his nipples ached. Andrew had paid attention to them a bit too much, but that didn’t mean when Andrew bit down on them again that he didn’t moan. Fuck, He was fucked. He was going to be sore for days.

"Max, Max." Andrew chanted, his breaths coming in quick, fast pants, in time with his thrusts. Maxwell squeezed tightly around Andrew, trying to speed up the process, but Andrew wasn’t going to have it. He wrapped his hand around Maxwell’s cock, and Maxwell shuddered.

"No, I can’t." He protested, and Andrew bent and bit Maxwell’s neck, leaving a mark. Maxwell cried out.

"Yes, you can. Come on Maxy. Cum for me. You can do it. One last time. Let’s cum together." Maxwell shuddered as the man above him thrust into him over and over. It was too much, and with another bite from Andrew, Maxwell came again, but without ejaculating anything. He shook and trembled as Andrew groaned Maxwell’s name as he came, filling the last condom they had.

Maxwell passed out shortly after.

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