(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 66: It’s not a competition Maxwell (m)

Chapter 66: It’s not a competition Maxwell (m)

If Maxwell had been wanting Andrew to cry for him, the man had easily achieved it in two strokes.

Maxwell discovered that he quite liked the water lapping at them in time with their thrusts, and he especially liked it when Andrew’s grip slipped and Maxwell slipped down on Andrew’s cock a little deeper than either one of them was expecting. Andrew pressed his face against Maxwell’s skin, the way the two of them were rocking their bodies against each other making his toes curl.

There was a little trick that Maxwell liked to do where he circulated his hips, hitting something deep inside of him that had him clenching around Andrew hard enough that he feared for his dick. At the same time, Andrew felt like he could cum every time that Maxwell did that.

Maxwell was back in full force, no longer the weeping angel he had been before. Instead he was watching Andrew’s face, taking in every little twitch and face he was making. Reveling in what he was doing to Andrew, Maxwell leaned in and pressed kisses against his neck. Andrew lost all of his breath, especially with the way Maxwell was curling his pheromones around him, enticing him further.

"Fuck. Max." Andrew ground out, and felt Maxwell clench around him. Andrew couldn’t even move and Maxwell swirled his hips, rubbing against him, swallowing Andrew whole.

"Are you gonna cum?" Maxwell asked against Andrew’s skin, and Andrew nodded. It was a lot for him. Their wet bodies rubbing against each other, the sharp bite from Maxwell’s nails on his shoulders, the pheromones and the way Maxwell’s warm, wet hole clenched around him. He had worried that he was going to have some problems because of their conversation but he shouldn’t have.

Of course Maxwell could make him cum.

Maxwell nibbled on Andrew’s collarbone and Andrew shuddered. He felt his cock twitch and Maxwell groaned.

"You can cum Andrew. I want you to." Andrew trembled, clenching his teeth. He was stubborn, and didn’t want to cum alone. It was a pride thing. Maxwell, who knew his habits well enough at this point, laughed. "You can cum by yourself. You already made me cum, remember?" Andrew’s mind filled with the image of Maxwell’s face consumed by the pleasure he had provided and he shook. Maxwell continued to press kisses against his skin, his hole tight and warm, rippling on his cock.

"I-I-" He tried to protest when Maxwell pressed down on his shoulders, slowly drawing himself up before he slammed down on Andrew’s cock. Andrew hissed.

"Cum, Andrew." Maxwell ordered, and it only took one more stroke before Andrew held Maxwell in place, shaking as he came. Maxwell peppered his skin with kisses, clearly loving what he had done to Andrew. Andrew couldn’t complain. He was the one who suggested they try new things. It should only benefit him that Maxwell had a little bit of the devil inside of him.

Maxwell, chuckling, and still kissing Andrew all over, rose up until Andrew’s cock was free from him. Pulling off the condom with a gentle touch, he tied it up and dropped it over the edge before reaching over and grabbing another one. Andrew watched him do this while his chest rose and fell.

Andrew’s cock was already ready to go for another round and Maxwell smiled down at it. Turning, he pressed a chaste kiss against Andrew’s lips.

"Always so eager. You should really just let me help out. I promise it’ll be fun. Can you imagine if someone calls and we have to pretend we aren’t doing anything? God, I’d be so wet." Maxwell whispered against Andrew’s lips. Andrew groaned at the thought, raising his hand up to grip the back of Maxwell’s head in his hand, forcing the smiling, happy man to kiss him deeper. Maxwell obliged, temporarily forgetting about putting the next condom on as the two of them just enjoyed each other.

Maxwell pulled back, opening his blue eyes to stare at Andrew. Andrew was never going to get over how Maxwell looked when he was having a good time. Pleasure on his features, a slightly pink hue on his cheeks, Maxwell truly looked like a fairy. Tempting, delicious, Andrew wanted to eat the man up.

Bending his head down, he kissed and nibbled at Maxwell’s nipples. The smaller man ran his hands down Andrew’s skin, touching him just to feel him as he made soft noises of pleasure. Andrew took his time at each one, making sure neither of them were neglected while Maxwell ran one of his hands over Andrew’s shoulders and through his hair.

"Baby, let me put that condom on you. I want you to be inside of me while you do that." Shuddering, Andrew pulled away and watched Maxwell as he covered him before sinking down onto his cock. Both of them moaned as Andrew slotted into place. It was a tight fit, and Andrew hated to admit that it kept getting tighter. He was worried for Maxwell, and worried what would happen if his cock got even bigger.

Maxwell? Maxwell seemed to love how Andrew filled him. He wiggled his hips before he sighed in complete bliss. Glancing down, Maxwell rubbed his lower stomach before he grinned.

"You fill me up to here." He told Andrew, the grin on his face turning a little wicked as he grabbed Andrew’s hand. "Here, you can feel you inside of me." Maxwell pressed Andrew’s hand against his lower stomach and Andrew’s head spun when he felt the slight protrusion of his own cock inside of Maxwell. Maxwell laughed as Andrew hardened further. "You silly man. Do you like it?" Maxwell asked, his eyes bright as he teased him.

Andrew turned his face away, his face red as he swallowed, but didn’t move his hand.

"It’s really sexy." Andrew protested, defending himself. Maxwell laughed, leaving Andrew’s hand there to drape his hands around Andrew’s neck.

"Well, keep your hand there and you can feel yourself fill me up over and over." Maxwell whispered, leaning in to nibble on Andrew’s earlobe and Andrew felt like he’d been drugged as he could feel himself from the outside and the inside as Maxwell rose up, before slowly taking him inside all over again. Andrew trembled.

"That’s...oh god." Andrew shuddered, his fingers curling against his skin as he felt his cock twitch inside of Maxwell. Maxwell was grinning like a demon, his expression warm as his eyes curled with his smile. Andrew wanted to swallow his happiness whole, take it all for himself.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, Andrew covered Maxwell’s lips with his own, wanting to consume every last drop of him. Maxwell kissed him back, laughter in his chest as Andrew chased him as he moved away, their hips rocking against each other hard enough that Andrew had to break away to gather himself so he didn’t cum again. Maxwell didn’t seem to mind, and Andrew was pretty sure that was what he wanted.

Sometimes when they slept together it felt like Maxwell considered this a battlefield. Andrew didn’t mind it most times, but today? He wanted them to be together, cum together. He would gladly give him the time he’d come before. He’d done the same to Maxwell. But this round? Maxwell was cuming with him. He’d make sure of that.

"Stop running away." Andrew grumbled, and Maxwell laughed against Andrew’s lips, clearly about to say something until Andrew wrapped his hand around Maxwell’s cock and gave it a squeeze. Andrew swallowed Maxwell’s gasp with his mouth, thrusting his hips up as he pumped Maxwell’s cock in his hand. He was immediately rewarded as Maxwell’s pheromones became even more intense, and his grip around his neck grew firm.

"A-Andrew!" Andrew’s name on Maxwell’s lips made him shudder. The way Maxwell was wiggling his hips as Andrew kissed him deeply and both of them groaning. Maxwell’s tongue in Andrew’s mouth was quick, stroking, and brought Andrew to a fever pitch. His hips were jerky, but when he opened his eyes to watch Maxwell, he could tell the other man wasn’t far behind.

Letting himself go a little bit, Andrew picked up the grinding, humping pace of his hips, thrusting over and over into the smaller man as he moved his hand up and down on his cock. The way that Maxwell’s cock fit into Andrew’s hand felt like sin. Andrew loved it, but doubted that Maxwell would like it if he made a comment on it. Maxwell broke their kiss first, a gasp coming from his lips as his whole body shook and his cock twitching as he came. Andrew winced as Maxwell fluttered on his cock, and with a few more thrusts, Andrew came as well.

He clenched his jaw, pressing his forehead against Maxwell’s shoulder as the two of them came down from the high of their release. Maxwell was the first to speak.

"Well, I don’t hate tub sex. We could do this again." He said, and Andrew felt his affection for Maxwell filling his chest. Raising his head he pressed a kiss against his shoulder.

"Yeah? On a scale of 1 to 10, what’s your rating? Obviously, you like riding in my lap the most, but what did you think of this one?" Maxwell pretended to be upset that Andrew had said that out loud, slapping his shoulder lightly, like a warning as a smile broke across his face.

"I’d say it was a 4. I liked it, but the clean up..." Maxwell glanced down at where his cum was floating in the water. "We’ll have to get a shower to clean up from the tub." Maxwell said, and Andrew laughed.

"You might be right about that." Maxwell’s eyes lit up.

"Sex on the shower bench?" He suggested and Andrew laughed. He kissed Maxwell as he was laughing, hugging the man against him. He was insatiable, and Andrew loved it. He wouldn’t have him any other way.