(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 64: Andrew the milk man (m)

Chapter 64: Andrew the milk man (m)

"W-Wait! A-Andrew!" Andrew drew his attention up to the mirror, licking his lips as he pulled back so that he could make full, unbroken eye contact with Maxwell.

The man looked desperate. His eyes were watering. His fingers were white and clawed where they gripped onto the edge of the counter. His lips looked wet, and a little bruised and his legs shook.

Andrew grinned, and Maxwell’s watering eyes went wide.

"Do you hate what I’m doing? Do you want me to stop? What seems to be the problem, Maxy?" Maxwell’s cheeks flushed at Andrew’s teasing, deepening voice. Andrew licked his lips, his hands squeezing the flesh under them.

"I don’t hate it, but my legs are-"

"Oh, don’t worry. I’ll hold you up. Just sit back and enjoy it, Maxy. Are you at least enjoying it?" Andrew asked, doing his best to keep eye contact with Maxwell in the mirror, even if he wanted to turn his attention back to the task at hand. Andrew watched as Maxwell broke eye contact, his throat working as he licked his own lips.

"I-I like it. It’s embarrassing though." Maxwell’s voice was soft, and a little upset. Andrew couldn’t help the grin that broke across his face. Maxwell found this embarrassing? That was adorable. He squeezed the big, juicy flesh under his hands, liking how it filled his hands.

"Maxy, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just you and me." Maxwell swallowed and Andrew watched his every move. The way his fingers curled against the counter, his teeth nibbling on his lips, the way his eyes were darting towards the mirror and then away.

"I...don’t feel in control." Maxwell admitted and Andrew’s heart swooned.

"Oh Angel, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable even if you are enjoying this. Do you want me to stop?" Andrew asked. He would stop if he said so. Maxwell worried his lip longer, and Andrew glanced down when he felt Maxwell’s legs shake.

"I...I don’t know. It’s confusing and embarrassing. I don’t know if I like this enough to do it again, but I also don’t hate this." Andrew nodded, his gaze distracted.

"I understand. Keep in mind once we put mirrors up in the bedroom, you won’t have to stand like this. All, splayed open for me." Andrew blinked as he watched Maxwell’s asshole contract. It was clenching over and over, and Andrew felt his mouth water.

"I...You better make me cum so that I can ride you in the tub like you promised." Maxwell grumbled, and Andrew laughed, his smile still on his lips as he took in the vision before him.

Maxwell was bent over, holding onto the bathroom counter naked. His legs were splayed open, and as Andrew had noted, his legs were trembling. Andrew wanted to believe it was because of what Andrew was doing to him, but he had a feeling it was also nerves. His ass was in the air, and Andrew had both of his hands on it, squeezing and gripping it with his hands. He was trying to get Maxwell used to his touch here, trying to soothe him.

But maybe that was just an excuse to have his hands all over him.

Thankfully, as soon as Andrew had buried his head into Maxwell’s ass, Maxwell had gotten hard and gasped when Andrew ate him up. His cock trembled when Andrew ran his tongue around the tight hole that was Maxwell’s asshole. Andrew salivated, wanting to watch Maxwell as he came from eating him.

Fuck, he was excited that Maxwell didn’t tell him to stop.

Leaning forward Andrew pressed a kiss against the twitching hole before him, and shivered when he heard Maxwell gasp.

"W-Warn me!" Maxwell shouted, and Andrew felt himself grin.

"But it’s so pretty. I think it deserves kisses." Andrew said against his ass, and Maxwell’s body shook.

"Fuck. I can’t believe I’m letting you do this." Andrew pressed another kiss against him, and watched with glee as Maxwell shook, his grip tightening on the counter.

"It’s because you like like me, isn’t it Maxy?" Andrew teased, happy. Andrew glanced up to catch the way those watery, blue eyes glared at him. Andrew’s cock jerked.

"I am going to fucking devour you. Squeeze every fucking drop of cum out of you and make you cry." Andrew felt his cheeks heat at the threat and promise in Maxwell’s words.

"Then I better make it worth your time, shouldn’t I?" Andrew watched as Maxwell’s eyes widened before he buried his face into Maxwell’s ass, his hands giving one last squeeze to his juicy ass before he slid his hands down his sides. He stroked the skin available to him as he gently ran his tongue around Maxwell’s asshole before he plunged his tongue inside.

Maxwell swore again, but Andrew wasn’t done with him. He’d promised to milk him, and he was going to do so.

Teasing, touching, enjoying himself, Andrew grew familiar with Maxwell’s skin from this angle. He was making his way down his body as Andrew thrust his tongue in and out of the tight little hole before him. Maxwell wiggled his ass, trying to squirm away from him and Andrew chuckled.

He wasn’t going to get away now that he’d been given the green light. Twice.

One of his hands slid to Maxwell’s hip, keeping him in place firmly while Andrew’s other hand slid to Maxwell’s cock. He wrapped his hand around it, giving it a squeeze and Maxwell gasped.

"Holy shit." Maxwell’s gasp filled Andrew with pride and he began to thrust his tongue in time to him stroking Maxwell. Maxwell was gushing over his tongue, proving to Andrew how much he was enjoying this. His legs were shaking, his fingers clawing at the counter.

When Andrew looked up at his face, Maxwell had tears in the corners of his eyes, and his face was full of pleasure. Andrew shivered, but kept the pace even, smooth and Maxwell was losing his mind. Twitching, gushing, toes curling as Andrew took his time with the man. Never breaking speed, never relenting.

"Andy, I’m gonna-" He cut off with a choked gasp as Andrew finally sped up, thrusting his tongue in as deep as it would go, over and over and over. His large hand tightening his grip on Maxwell’s cock as he worked in time. Maxwell’s legs gave out, but Andrew didn’t care. He used his hand on his hips to keep him upright.

He wanted Maxwell to cum. He needed Maxwell to cum.

Maxwell sobbed as both his asshole and his cock came. He drenched Andrew’s face as he came, shaking. Andrew grinned, full of pride at how hard this little man who took charge in everyday life had come for him. He had a feeling he’d be strutting around like a proud rooster for months.

Andrew pulled away, licking Maxwell’s dripping hole with his tongue and watched as Maxwell shivered. He licked his lips, liking the taste on his tongue. There was a reason he liked to do this, and he was a little sad that he didn’t have a beard. Maybe he could grow one?

Would Maxwell like that?

Glancing down at the mess Maxwell had made on the floor, Andrew’s smile widened. Maxwell had cum a lot a lot. It seems that he really had liked it. Hopefully that didn’t scare Maxwell, since Andrew really, really enjoyed this. It was a good reward.

Rising up, Andrew pressed a kiss against Maxwell’s lower back, and unable to stop himself, he pressed another against his back. Another and another until he’d made his way up to Maxwell’s shoulders. Maxwell’s chest was still rising and falling as if he’d run a marathon, and when he turned to look at Andrew, Andrew took his glare with a smile.

"You are relentless." Maxwell protested. Andrew’s chest warmed and he stared down at the man he’d made a mess of.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked, knowing the answer from the way Maxwell’s ears turned pink.

"I want to sit in your lap." Maxwell said instead, and chuckling, Andrew did as he was told. Picking Maxwell up, he sat back on the edge of the unfilled tub, happy with the way Maxwell pressed his face into Andrew’s throat and wrapped his arms around him.

Andrew remembered what Maxwell’s Mother had said and he felt his heart sped up, but he didn’t get embarrassed. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that Maxwell’s scent soothed him, but mating? Pairing up like that?

Andrew pushed that thought away from his mind and instead turned his attention back to the man in his lap.

"So? Did I make you cum?" Andrew asked, a grin in his voice. Maxwell dug his nails into Andrew’s shoulders, making him laugh. He took the pain willingly, understanding that Maxwell was just embarrassed.

"I can’t believe you made me see stars that way." Maxwell muttered against Andrew’s neck.

"I made you see stars?" Andrew asked, his pulse racing. Maxwell raised his head to glare at him, his blue eyes narrowed as his face went red.

"Andrew Knox, are you intentionally being dense right now? Did you not see how my legs gave out?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew felt goofy with all the signs that he had given Maxwell a good experience. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss against his forehead, feeling warm inside.

"I just want to make sure that what I saw is what I saw. I want to hear it from your mouth that you came from me eating your ass and milking you from behind, Maxwell." Andrew watched the confident man before him blush brightly. He was gorgeous.

"I...Do you need an ego boost?" Maxwell turned his gaze away, and Andrew chuckled.

"I don’t, since you came so hard on my tongue, but I like to hear it from your mouth. You like to hear it from my mouth, don’t you?" Andrew whispered against Maxwell’s ear. A soft, arousing noise came from Maxwell’s mouth, before he turned his embarrassed gaze up to Andrew’s.

"That was one of the best orgasms of my life. There. Happy now?" Andrew nodded, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

"Thank you. I am incredibly happy. Do you want your reward now?" Andrew asked, watching as the embarrassment faded from his expression and the Maxwell he was used to slowly came back into his expression.

"Are you going to cry?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew felt his shoulders shake.

"Oh, probably. You have a way of making me into a mess, Maxy." Andrew said cheerfully, and watched as Maxwell fought a smile. He ended up failing, and Andrew had a hard time fighting covering Maxwell in kisses as the man glowed in his lap.

"I have a way? Andrew, look at me. I have tears running down my face." Maxwell protested, and Andrew pressed a kiss against one of the trails, failing miserably at controlling his desires.

"Awe. I worked hard for those. Those are happy tears and you rarely cry when we have sex." Andrew protested and Maxwell shook his head. He turned his gaze towards Andrew’s face, his eyes roaming it and Andrew wondered what he was searching for.

"You make me happy, Andrew." Andrew froze, the smile falling from his face as he stared down at Maxwell. He was being sincere, and Andrew felt his eyes water. He pulled the man into a hug, holding the man as his heart filled and spilled over.

"You make me so, so happy Maxwell. Thank you for coming into my life." Andrew told him fervently. He didn’t want to squeeze the man too tightly, afraid to break him, afraid to hurt him. Afraid that if he didn’t treat him delicately he might break and fade away.

"So you aren’t allowed to do that to anyone else anymore." Maxwell muttered against Andrew’s chest. It snapped something inside of Andrew and he threw his head back and laughed. It was so like Maxwell to not be able to sit well with a serious moment like this one, and he loved that about the man.

He should be scared about these big feelings inside of him, and how quickly his friendship with Maxwell had changed. How easily it had changed, but he wasn’t scared at all. It felt normal. It felt right. It felt like he was always supposed to be here with him.