(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 46: The shower bench never forgets (m)

Chapter 46: The shower bench never forgets (m)

Andrew held his breath as Maxwell sunk down, taking every inch of him inside. The two of them had already cleaned up, and now it was time for the fun part. At first Maxwell had protested when Andrew had tried to clean him up, especially of Andrew’s cum, but when Andrew involved his teeth and mouth, Maxwell had relented.

Now, the two sat on the bench in the shower, Maxwell’s hands gripping his shoulders, a crumpled condom wrapper to the side, and Andrew felt like he was coming home.

Maxwell was warm, wet, and squeezed him so tightly it was almost painful. He would have been worried he was hurting him if Maxwell didn’t have a look of pure bliss on his face as he sunk down until he hit Andrew’s crotch, full of Andrew. Maxwell’s grip on his shoulders tightened, and Maxwell let out a deep, satisfied groan.

"Fuck. That’s exactly what I needed." He murmured, licking his lips as Andrew groaned as Maxwell shifted. Maxwell grinned at him, before pressing a kiss against his cheek, his lips soft and warm and Andrew chased them to kiss him deeply. He could feel how wet he made Maxwell, and that was a reward in and of itself. But when Maxwell said he missed him in any capacity? Andrew really liked that. Even if it was just his cock. "Fuck. I think you got bigger. You feel like you’re stretching me more." Maxwell said, and Andrew froze.

"Is that a bad thing? Are you okay?" He asked, clearly worried, and Maxwell kissed away his worries. He swirled his hips, hitting exactly where he wanted and Maxwell broke from the kiss to throw his head back, the moan coming from his lips making Andrew even harder.

"Oh fuck no. You feel soo good Andrew. So thick and hard. God, I can’t even imagine how full I’m going to feel when you knot me for the first time." Maxwell licked his lips, and Andrew felt a haze of desire cover his brain. Maxwell was in the same state, as he began to pull himself up, before slamming down again. Andrew’s hands gripped his waist, wanting to help him, to assist, but Maxwell nipped at his cheek in warning.

This was Maxwell’s time, and Andrew just had to sit back and enjoy.

Maxwell set a brutal pace, slowly withdrawing before slamming back down. Andrew could feel every small movement, every small twist and squeeze around his cock. He was honestly worried that the condom wasn’t even there with how good it felt.

"Focus, Baby. Or am I not good enough?" Maxwell whispered, his nails digging into Andrew’s skin and Andrew nearly swallowed his tongue. Who could not focus on this god before him? Watching Maxwell undulate his hips, riding his cock as water pounded the ground behind them, steaming up the room was a moment he’d remember forever. He’d have some wicked dreams about it too.

"I was just...it feels so good, and I can feel you so well I worried the condom broke." A grin split Maxwell’s face.

"Thank you for the compliment, but trust the condoms. They are the kind made for true alphas. I meant it when I said I wasn’t ready for a baby, and neither are you." Maxwell told him, and Andrew sighed. He nodded, pressing his lips against Maxwell’s shoulder.

"You’re right." He muttered, feeling a little sad at that thought. Maxwell paused his movement, raised until just the tip remained inside of him.

"Andy, do you not want kids?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew froze.

"No! I love kids! Did I...give that impression?" He asked, nervous for two obvious reasons. What Maxwell would say, and when Maxwell would drop again so that he could sink into his warmth again. The way he was twitching, squeezing his tip made him wince.

"Well, you didn’t sound enthused." Maxwell muttered, and Andrew let out a dry laugh.

"Maxy, I think someone else needs to focus. How can we have a proper conversation about kids when you’re squeezing the tip of my dick with your ass? When I want to pound into the damp heat of you over and over until we both cum?" Maxwell’s neck worked as he swallowed, before leaning forward and covering Andrew’s mouth with his own. His hands moved up to wrap around his neck and he played with the hair at the base of Andrew’s neck as he sunk slowly, inch by inch, on Andrew’s cock. He pulled away after swallowing the whimper that left Andrew. Maxwell tightened around Andrew and it felt like a warning.

"Forgive me. I guess I wasn’t focusing." Maxwell moved, shifting his hips as he began to ride Andrew in earnest, and Andrew grit his teeth at the mischievous way that Maxwell looked at him. The sparkle in his blue eyes and he slammed himself over and over on top of Andrew, squeezing and twisting his hips to find his own pleasure. Andrew clenched his hands around his waist, holding onto him just to feel his skin.

At some point, a small part of Andrew snapped, and he bent forward to suck and bite his nipples. Maxwell groaned, and Andrew felt a gush of need soak his crotch. Andrew grinned, but didn’t make a comment on it, just enjoying the pleasure that washed over him. Maxwell was getting close himself, and he forced Andrew away from his chest to his lips, kissing him with an urgency that had Andrew clenching his balls, trying to hold back.

"Baby, baby. Andy." Maxwell chanted against his lips, and Andrew was a goner.

"Max, I’m cuming." Maxwell’s face scrunched up in pleasure as he slammed himself down on Andrew before he came with a gasp, Andrew’s name on his lips. Andrew groaned, before using the grip he had on his waist to pound into him in a few quick, fast strokes before groaning Maxwell’s name as his dick twitched and he came. Maxwell pressed his head against Andrew’s shoulder, breathing heavily as the two remained in each other’s embrace. Warm, wet, and satiated, Maxwell nuzzled against him, before wrapping his arms around Andrew and tracing his hands across his skin.

’I never...really thought about kids before you." Maxwell muttered, and Andrew, who had been recovering, even relaxing, felt himself come to attention as his heart melted. He waited to see if Maxwell had anything else to say, and it turned out he did. "I never...I wasn’t ready to settle down. My parents really wanted me to. The couple of dates you have accompanied me on, even if disguised as business meetings, are only a few of what they’ve sent me on. Sometimes I’d sleep with them, sometimes I would...throw a fit, but most times, we’d have dinner, and I’d go home alone. I didn’t want them to pick someone out for me. It kinda...no, it did ruin our relationship." He sighed. "I know they wanted me to have a partner and be safe, but I just didn’t want them to pick someone out for me." Andrew gasped, faking affront.

"Maxwell, am I being used to trick your parents into leaving you alone?" Maxwell turned his head to glare at him, and Andrew laughed, before pressing a kiss against his cheek. "I’m kidding. I know that’s kind of how we started, but I also know that’s not what we are now. Right?" Andrew did have to confirm it, and Maxwell’s glare deepened.

"I would not be telling you any of this if you weren’t important to me. I also wouldn’t have moved you into my house if I didn’t like you, nor would I consider our future together." Andrew melted, even if Maxwell seemed to be getting angry. "I’m getting up. I’m too angry now for cuddles." Maxwell made a move to separate from Andrew, but Andrew wouldn’t allow it. He began to pepper the angry smaller man with kisses.

"I’m sorry Maxwell. I didn’t mean to upset you. Remember? My last relationship hid that we were even dating and never even came to my apartment. We used to have sex in cleaning closets. I felt like an escort. I’m just-" Maxwell covered his mouth with his own. When he pulled away, he had a furrow between his brows, but he didn’t seem as angry.

"Fuck that cunt, and everything she stands for. I can’t believe she would treat you that way, only to then kidnap you to torture you. You know what? Once the paperwork is done and you’re able to work at my company, we are for sure getting down and dirty in a cleaning closet just to replace any memory of her. Fuck her." He was pissed again but for Andrew’s sake instead of at Andrew now, and Andrew just found him adorable.

"I really like you Maxy." Andrew told him, afraid to say the other words in case it was too soon. Maxwell paused, before pressing a hard, consuming kiss against Andrew’s lips.

"I really fucking like you too, Andy."