(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 497: What Maxwell wants, Maxwell gets (m)
Andrew’s head was being held up by sharp, strong fingers. Stronger fingers than Andrew would have given Maxwell credit for, but he wasn’t upset.
Nor was he upset that his mouth was full of the cock that he dreamed about. Maxwell was standing on the couch, Andrew holding onto his ankles for stability as Maxwell thrust his cock in and out of Andrew’s mouth. Andrew’s throat and mouth was full of the other man’s cock, his balls hitting his chin and Andrew was thrilled.
He could barely see Maxwell’s face even with his eyes tilted as far as they would go, but he could hear how the man was openly enjoying himself. Allowing himself to thrust as much as he wanted into Andrew’s mouth.
"You like that?" Maxwell asked and Andrew couldn’t exactly respond. It was rude to speak with his mouth full. Maxwell’s fingers sunk deeper into Andrew’s hair, in full control of the scenario. Andrew just let him. He had a naked Maxwell above him, taking his pleasure from Andrew’s body and Andrew had been ordered to just sit there and take it.
He was good at following directions when he wanted to.
Andrew could feel Maxwell’s legs begin to shake, his breath was becoming more laboured and Andrew knew it was only a matter of time before Maxwell came. He was expecting Maxwell to shoot into his mouth, down his throat. He’d done it plenty of times before, but Maxwell was not going to let that fly today.
No, he pulled out at the last minute, gripping his cock in his hand and quickly rubbing it before exploding all over Andrew’s face. Andrew felt the jets of cum hit him and closed his eyes, opening his mouth and showing off his tongue. Andrew loved the way that Maxwell moaned, rubbing his cock against Andrew’s tongue.
"You have such a hot mouth." Maxwell moaned. Andrew took that as a compliment.
"You want more?" Andrew asked, peeking his eyes open after he realised none of the cum hit his eyes. When he did, he found Maxwell licking his lips, staring down at Andrew with hazy, lust-filled eyes. He was swaying, but Andrew had a good grip on his ankles, even with his hands tied.
Maxwell was not about to hurt himself, Andrew would make sure of it. Both of their families would not forgive him if that happened to Maxwell. Hell, they would probably get mad at him for touching Maxwell while he was intoxicated.
Not that Andrew was doing much of the touching yet.
Maxwell reached out with his other hand and rubbed his thumb against a spot that must have had some cum on it. He watched his thumb rub it around intently before he let out a deep sigh. He closed his eyes for a second, rolled his shoulders back, before he opened his gaze again and stared at Andrew.
"No. I like it, really, but I want something to fill me up now. I’m aching. I want your cock inside of me. I want to milk you now." Maxwell said, his lips turning up in a little naughty smile.
Andrew felt his breath catch as he looked up at Maxwell. Andrew slowly closed his mouth and he continued to stare at Maxwell until the man had his cock pressed against Andrew’s bottom lip. He was so damn pretty and handsome that he stole Andrew’s breath away often. Maxwell’s smile grew.
He bent, pulling his cock away from Andrew’s lips and without a care that he had his own cum all over Andrew’s face, he began to kiss the man. Soft, slow, full of tongues, teeth and both men were worked up to a fever point when Maxwell pulled away.
His face was more flushed, and there was a firmness to his gaze. Maxwell scanned Andrew’s face, tilting his head down to scan Andrew’s body. His expression shifted, and Andrew watched as Maxwell got distracted. He reached down towards his cock, his other hand still on Andrew’s face as he leaned forward and rubbed his cock against Andrew’s chest.
He rubbed it over his neck, shoulders and down towards Andrew’s nipples. He was tracing some kind of pattern with his cock, rubbing it against Andrew’s nipples and pecs as well. Andrew had no idea what the man was doing, but he could tell that Maxwell found it enjoyable.
Andrew didn’t move beyond breathing, letting the man explore his body with his cock. Andrew could tell that the man was leaking since there was a small trail connecting some spots that dried quickly in between their two warm bodies.
Eventually, Maxwell seemed to regain his senses but he didn’t grow embarrassed by his display. Instead, he glared at Andrew.
"You’re too damn sexy. It’s distracting." He accused. Andrew felt a wide smile cross his face at the pouting, slightly annoyed look on Maxwell’s intoxicated face.
"I apologise." Andrew told him and that only seemed to make Maxwell more upset. Andrew had a feeling that no matter what he would say at this moment, Maxwell would be annoyed with him.
Maxwell, grumbling, smacked Andrew’s cheek lightly before he stretched up and over Andrew’s shoulder. Andrew had no idea what he was doing until he heard the struggle of a man trying to grab a cardboard box.
Andrew felt his cheeks crease as the man remembered protection. Not that Andrew was going to let this continue if they didn’t. This was all fun and games until someone ended up with a creampie, and that someone wasn’t Andrew.
Andrew opened his mouth to ask Maxwell something before he began to sputter as a tissue was rubbed against his face suddenly. Maxwell was cleaning up his mess, but not as carefully as he thought he was. Andrew continued to sputter until Maxwell finished, tossing the tissue behind him and then Andrew heard Maxwell opening up a condom. Andrew had to take a second before he opened his eyes to witness the man holding the edge of the condom wrapper with his teeth, using his free hand to pull the condom out.
When he noticed that Andrew was looking at him, he grinned.
"You ready, Baby? You aren’t allowed to cum until I tell you to." Maxwell warned, serious and Andrew gulped.
That might actually be a challenge for him.
Maxwell’s grin widened as he spat the empty wrapper to the side, slid his hand down Andrew’s face and neck until he had a firm grip on Andrew’s shoulder and arched his body in a way that he could see Andrew’s cock. Slowly, the man slid down until he was on his knees, not speared by Andrew’s cock but had full access to it.
It was a fucking marvel of a sight and damn it, Andrew could feel his cock ache. Maxwell’s body in full display, arched, did something to Andrew’s body. It was an intoxicating sight, and Maxwell knew it. He gave Andrew a knowing smirk before his hand touched Andrew’s cock and began to slide the condom down. It was hard to watch Maxwell struggle, but he didn’t grow impatient. He just took his time, basically playing with the tip of Andrew’s cock as a consequence.
Finally, the condom was slid down, Andrew and Maxwell protected and Maxwell turned to grin at Andrew.
"I’m going to suck you dry." Maxwell warned, a happy glint in his gaze. Andrew gulped.
He had no doubt in his mind that he was. He didn’t even need to warn him. All of his seed, all of his cum belonged to Maxwell. He could have it all, truly.
"It’s all yours." Andrew told him, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat as he watched Maxwell’s smile brighten. Maxwell leaned in, smashing their lips together again and kissed him so wet and warmly that Andrew nearly forgot that the man was close to cock.
That was, until Maxwell slowly, surely slid himself down and on Andrew’s cock. The man didn’t even hesitate. He just swallowed Andrew in one smooth, continuous motion.
Maxwell swallowed the gasped sound that Andrew made, his smile devious as he shifted slightly so that he could get a better angle before he began rocking his hips.
Andrew’s hands were trapped between them, down by his cock and Maxwell’s, but unable to move. Unable to do anything as Maxwell rotated slowly, clearly feeling every damn inch of Andrew inside of him and loving it as he continued to kiss Andrew slowly, dangerously as he tasted him.
The soft, breathy moans that left Maxwell’s lips drove Andrew nearly insane, about as insane as the soft, gentle squeezes that Maxwell was giving him. Stroking him without sliding up and down on him.
Maxwell wasn’t normally the slow one. He was normally fast, hard, pounding. He wanted to take and take and take. It was Andrew who was normally slow, steady, and taking his time with Maxwell.
The switch up because Maxwell was intoxicated was fascinating, and made Andrew’s head spin. How much more could he be in love with this man? This would almost feel cruel if Andrew didn’t have enough space for Maxwell inside of him already.
"Do you like that?" Maxwell asked against Andrew’s lips and Andrew couldn’t form words. He just made a sound of agreement in response instead. Maxwell’s smile grew before he kissed him deeper, sinking his fangs into Andrew until Andrew’s head was spinning, their pheromones filled the air and Maxwell was all that he knew and could think of.
It was only then that the man began to move. Raising his hips up slowly, before bringing himself down just as slow. Measured. Andrew was impressed for several reasons. He didn’t think Maxwell had that much control, and he was drunk.
However, he forgot that Maxwell was majorly motivated by spite and being told he couldn’t do something.
Andrew’s hands twitched, wanting to turn and cup Maxwell’s balls, touch his cock, anything, and Maxwell halted his moments, laughing.
"You can’t do that." Maxwell warned and Andrew felt the whine leave his lips.
"I just want to touch you." Andrew whispered and watched as something dark, devious and dangerous crossed Maxwell’s eyes.
"You are touching me, remember?" Maxwell’s ass squeezed around Andrew’s already sensitive cock and Andrew hissed.
"Fuck." Andrew exclaimed and Maxwell leaned in, pressing a kiss against his cheek.
"Be good. I might even let you cum soon." Maxwell teased. Andrew didn’t believe his words for a second, but he just swallowed and nodded. Maxwell rewarded him with another kiss.
