(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 99: A flash of heat (m)

Chapter 99: A flash of heat (m)

Andrew hadn’t been fully sober when he’d experienced his rut, and because his pheromones weren’t fully stable at the time, it wasn’t better for him to ride out the whole rut by just having sex.

Yes, he had spent that one, whole day tormenting Maxwell, but after that, they had him on rut suppressants that were supposed to work on true alphas. Thankfully, they did, and Maxwell and Andrew could go about their regular days after that. So Andrew had an idea of what a heat was going to be like, but he didn’t know.

It wasn’t until 12 hours in that everything settled into place.

He had been right to worry that Maxwell was going to want to ring him dry of every ounce of semen in his body, so he had come up with other options. Leading Maxwell into...different ideas.

Those thoughts, those words Maxwell had said in the car the other day? Why not try it now? What was holding him back from rubbing his cock along Andrew’s abs? Nothing, truly. Since Andrew loved the idea of having a horny, hot and bothered Maxwell on top of him, rocking his hips into the dips and valleys of his stomach muscles.

Andrew even held his pecs together so that Maxwell could slide his cock along them.

Staring up at Maxwell’s flushed face, his lips slightly open and wet as he panted. The not so quiet moans as he rocked his hips, finding his pleasure, and the wet, damp heat that flooded from him, making Andrew’s body slick and easy to glide across.

Andrew knew that when, not if, their heat and rut aligned, they were going to be in trouble. One of them was going to have to dampen the experience with suppressants, most likely Andrew, because Andrew wouldn’t be able to resist this Maxwell.

And Maxwell was begging. Begging for what?

Babies. Maxwell wanted babies.

It had started off easy. You know, just the simple ’fill me with your cum’ that Andrew had expected. That was something he’d tempered himself for. That was fine. It was fine. Andrew could handle that.

Maybe he’d be having hot, steamy dreams about it for the next 20 years, but he could handle it. Anyone would after having a wet, warm Maxwell surrounding their cock, his lips damp with moisture and his eyes watering slightly as he begged you to cum inside of him. Pleading, really.

Thank whatever god you believed in that Andrew had gotten the fake cum. Because it worked. It satiated that side of Maxwell so well that Andrew wondered if it was going to become a part of their regular sex life. Andrew didn’t mind, but was clear that Maxwell liked it.

Maxwell had cum every single time Andrew had pumped him full of the stuff. He’d even done it while Maxwell had been grinding against his muscles, and Maxwell had cum. Shivering, shaking, his arms barely holding himself up. His blue eyes dazed, slightly cloudy as he came from being full of cum.

It was so. Fucking. Hot.

Andrew was worried that he would have a new kink coming out of this heat, never mind Maxwell. And so, he thought he was handling it well.

~

Until the clock hit about 30 hours in, and Maxwell ramped up the game. It was almost as if his body could sense that he wasn’t full of real cum, because he started going wild.

Andrew was doing whatever he was told. Whatever Maxwell wanted. He wanted to make sure that he had a great time, so that Maxwell would let him help him next time too, but Maxwell was on a warpath.

Who was he fighting a war against? Andrew. Why? Because Andrew had what he wanted, but he wasn’t getting it.

There was a point in time where Maxwell crawled off of Andrew, turned, and grabbed his balls in his hand, giving them a gentle squeeze. Andrew’s whole heart had jumped into his throat, worry filling him since Maxwell hadn’t been the most gentle during this heat. Andrew was covered in scratches and bites. But he shouldn’t have been worried.

His balls were what were very important to Maxwell right now. He even pressed soft, tender kisses against them. It was so fucking hot, and it was what Maxwell wanted. So Andrew sat back, watching the man push his thighs apart, and finger himself as he licked and sucked Andrew’s balls like they were his favourite snack.

It was hot, but also torture. He didn’t touch Andrew’s dick at all. Just focused on his balls, and Andrew could begin to feel a pulse in his cock, he was so hard. If Maxwell breathed on him the wrong way, he would cum, but Maxwell didn’t.

It wasn’t until it felt literally unbearable, that Maxwell got a knowing little smirk on his face, and in one quick motion, tore Andrew’s condom off his cock, and swallowed his dick whole.

Andrew yelled, surprised, and Maxwell massaged his balls with one hand, still fingering himself with his other, and took Andrew’s cock into his mouth as deep as he could. Andrew nearly choked as he came, and watched as Maxwell shuddered, cumming as well. He moaned around Andrew’s cock, the vibrations only prolonging Andrew’s jerking motions.

Heaven and hell. This heat was heaven, and hell.

~

Maxwell’s begging and pleading only got worse as time went on. Andrew did his best to keep him watered and fed, but Maxwell only wanted one thing. Andrew even walked them into the kitchen, still connected with Maxwell holding onto him for dear life, whimpering and begging as his cock hit him just a little deeper, just a little farther, just to make sure Maxwell ate. He complained the whole time, but Andrew worked hard.

He fucked his brains out, and in the fog, fed Maxwell strawberries and other, easy to eat foods. Andrew had come prepared. He’d prepped a lot of foods that he could easily stuff into Maxwell’s mouth. Plus, they were also food that he could play off as ’part of the sex’ so that Maxwell would get excited about it.

Andrew apparently knew what he was doing, since it was working.

He hadn’t realised how deep into base desires people went when they were in their heats, but he was slowly realising it as the days moved on.

~

Andrew was worried that they hadn’t bought enough fake cum at this point. They’d used so much of it, and condoms, that Andrew was worried that they weren’t going to make it to the end.

That might have been a good thing, because Andrew wasn’t sure how Maxwell was going to move after his heat was over.

True to his word, Andrew did everything that Maxwell wanted. So if he wanted Andrew to bite him, he did. If he wanted Andrew to bend him in half like a pretzel, he did. If he wanted Andrew to make sweet, unbearably soft love to him until they both cried? He did. Anything that was asked of him, besides marking and filling him with real cum, he did.

He had said he was just a dick to ride on, but Maxwell hadn’t fully taken him up on that. Which was sweet, because it told Andrew that Maxwell might tease him about that, but he didn’t actually believe that. In fact, Maxwell was very concerned about Andrew’s own pleasure.

It was sweet, but the man didn’t have to worry. Andrew had cum so many times he was worried he was shooting blanks at this point, but for some reason, he had a feeling he wasn’t. Was it the pheromones? Did it stimulate a faster cycle in his body compared to normal? He wouldn’t know until after this was over. And all it took was one sperm.

But Andrew could sense that by the end of day four, things were coming to an end. They’d done a lot of things together, things that he was sure Maxwell would be heavily embarrassed about later. Things that Andrew wanted to do with the sober Maxwell later.

It’d been a surprise when Maxwell had licked his lips and pushed Andrew down onto the bed, face first and forced him onto his front. Andrew had turned, trying to watch what Maxwell had had planned, and had been taken by surprise when Maxwell rubbed his cock against Andrew’s ass.

He had no idea that Maxwell was into it, and it didn’t appear as if he was interested in penetration, just rubbing his cock in between the valleys of his ass. Andrew didn’t mind, especially as Maxwell held onto his hips, thrusting against Andrew’s ass desperately. Andrew just laid there, surprised at how much he enjoyed the action, but not as surprised as Maxwell was bound to be when he woke up and pieced some of the days together.

Andrew kind of hoped that, along with a few of the other things that they had done during this heat, that Maxwell would be up to trying them in their regular sex life as well. But he wasn’t going to hope for much. Maxwell would probably be so embarrassed that he wouldn’t want to talk about it right away.

That, and they were quickly approaching that day, and Andrew just wanted to make sure it was a memorable one for Maxwell.