(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 498: A wedding...what now? (m)

"Oh fuck. Right there, Baby." Maxwell groaned. He had his whole chest pressed against Andrew’s face, his nipple rubbing against Andrew’s mouth as Andrew’s hips pounded his cock into Maxwell’s tight fucking ass.

The breaks had snapped at some point, and Maxwell let Andrew have control.

They had lasted one full round, both men sweating, panting, feeling each other fully before Maxwell had broken down first. He had thought, foolishly, that Andrew was going to break first.

Andrew loved the man, but he should know better. If Andrew was as intoxicated as Maxwell? Yeah, probably, but he was practically stone cold sober. There was no way he was going to let Maxwell win against him when it came to control in the bedroom.

So, Maxwell had given up, wrapping himself around Andrew like this and begged him to fuck him properly. Andrew had no issues with that order.

Now he had the man pressed against his mouth, his tongue casually teasing the man as they both panted, Maxwell basically screamed as Andrew shoved his cock into Maxwell’s ass just like Maxwell liked it. He was trying to escape from the force of Andrew’s thrusts, but even with his hands tied, Andrew was able to hold him in place. Maxwell’s pants, screams, and sharp inhales spurred Andrew on.

The sound of Andrew’s balls slapping against Maxwell’s ass, the feel of how wet, warm and welcoming Maxwell was to Andrew’s cock, the sound of how wet Maxwell truly was, all of it was an intoxicating medley. So much so that it felt like Andrew had been drinking.

"You feel so damn good." Andrew whispered, scratching his fang against Maxwell’s nipple. The man flinched before his grip tightened on Andrew’s head.

"More. Do it more." Maxwell demanded and Andrew let out a deep, guttural sound that was beyond his control.

Andrew held onto Maxwell, Maxwell holding onto him as they both sought pleasure from each other. Maxwell came first, painting Andrew’s chest and abs with his cum. Andrew didn’t even care. He kept bringing that man down, over and over on his cock until he felt himself swell.

"Do it. Knot me!" Maxwell shouted and Andrew couldn’t resist even if he wanted to. He slammed the man down on him as he cock tightened, filling the small, cramped space. He let out a long, loud moan as his cock began to fill the condom inside of Maxwell with cum. Maxwell was shaking, shivering before he shoved Andrew’s head back, bent and kissed the man.

Andrew let the man do what he wanted, happily taking the attention as Maxwell kissed him passionately. Maxwell rocked his hips, milking Andrew more, making his balls feel heavy as his cock twitched inside of him.

If they didn’t have a condom on, Andrew was worried that every shot would get his fiancé pregnant. His cum felt so damn sticky, thick and probably full of sperm that it was probably a valid fear. He hadn’t done a sperm count in a while, he should do that soon to see if his theory was sure. That should have scared him. It didn’t anymore.

That was almost more scary. Andrew was worried he was going to enjoy getting Maxwell pregnant too much.

"Do you want a honeymoon baby?" Andrew asked when Maxwell finally let him up for air. Andrew watched as Maxwell stared at him, uncomprehending for a moment.

"What?" He finally asked. "I’m the one who calls you baby, and of course we’re having a honeymoon." Maxwell said, confusion making him knit his brows together. God, he looked so damn pretty, his lips all swollen and wet from Andrew’s kisses.

Andrew felt his face crease with a smile as he stared up at him.

"No, Maxy. I know that. Of course we’re having a honeymoon. I’m asking," Andrew said, shifting his cock slightly so that he hit even deeper and watched Maxwell intently. Maxwell’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth opening slightly as he whimpered. "If you want to make a baby on the honeymoon?" It took the man a moment to realise what Andrew was asking of him, too focused on the pleasure that the man was giving him to focus on his words.

When he did finally register what Andrew was saying, he jerked.

He pulled back from Andrew, his eyes flying open as he scanned Andrew’s face. He didn’t look like he believed him, his face coated in shock as he practically examined every inch of him.

"Are you being serious? Andrew, do you mean that?" Maxwell asked, his voice sounding desperate. Andrew gave him a wide grin.

"I wouldn’t ask it to get your hopes up." Andrew said, expecting Maxwell to get happy, squeeze him, pull him close.

Instead, Maxwell’s eyes began to well with tears before his shoulders slumped and he began to cry. Andrew felt panic set in.

"Angel, don’t cry." Andrew told him, frozen as Maxwell raised his hands to his face, crying into them.

"Of course I would like that." Maxwell sobbed. "I wanted your babies a year ago." Maxwell admitted. "I wanted you to fill me up and make me pregnant when I first met you." Andrew wasn’t sure that the last part was accurate, but he had a feeling the first part of what he said was. Andrew felt a twinge of guilt.

"I’m sorry it took me so long to be ready." Andrew told him and Maxwell shook his head. He uncovered his face, his eyes pouring tears.

"These aren’t sad tears. I’m so overwhelmingly happy that I’m crying. Fuck. You are going to need to fuck me again in celebration." Maxwell said, sniffing. "Can you do that, big boy? Can you fill me up with your seed inside of that condom again? I want to feel every damn inch of you. God, I’m getting excited just thinking about how wet and sticky it’s going to sound like when you fill me up with cum over and over. God, we’re going to need towels upon towels. You always overfill those damn condoms. I’m going to be so full of cum. Should we get a butt plug to make sure I don’t lose any?" Every word out of Maxwell’s mouth was sin.

Andrew was genuinely slack-jawed as Maxwell spoke. He couldn’t pick it up off of the floor for several moments and Maxwell smiled up at him.

"Cat got your tongue?" Maxwell teased while Andrew felt his head swim. Andrew could barely catch his breath. The thoughts, the images that Maxwell had painted...

"Can you hold your ass open after the first creampie? I want to watch it leak out of you." Andrew asked, his voice rough and Maxwell’s responding laughter made his cock harden.

"Baby, I can hold my ass open for you now." Maxwell said, taunting him. Andrew had to close his eyes and take a few stabilizing breaths as the man teased him.

"I’m going to have to get you a nice butt plug as a wedding gift now." Andrew muttered and Maxwell let out a sweet laugh.

"It doesn’t have to be nice." Maxwell said and Andrew shook his head. He almost huffed at the words the other man said. That was simply outrageous. Absolutely not.

"You’re going to be full of my cum, trying to create our child. It has to be nice." Andrew told him, leaving no room for negotiation. Maxwell’s happy smile shifted slightly as he leaned in and kissed Andrew softly, slowly.

"You really mean it?" Maxwell asked and Andrew nodded slowly.

"I do. I want that with you. I want everything with you." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell’s eyes overflowed again. Maxwell bent, sliding his head past Andrew’s to rest on his shoulder.

"Is this...because we’re fated mates?" He asked slowly and Andrew thought about his question for a moment.

"I can’t lie and say that doesn’t play a big part in my decision." Andrew started and felt Maxwell flinch. "However, I was almost at this point already in therapy. I’ve been working on a lot of my insecurities and I know it’s a little fucked up but seeing how messed up the Abraham family is really did a number on me. In a good way." Andrew said, exhaling slowly. "There is no way I would ever treat another human being that way. Not in this life, or in the next. That solidified a few things for me." Andrew told him. He wanted to run his hand through Maxwell’s hair but he couldn’t with his hands being tied and tucked between them.

"You could never be your father." Maxwell told him roughly, and Andrew smiled at his words. He actually fully believed him this time.

"No, I can finally see that now." Andrew said, then hesitated. "You’ll still forgive me if I sometimes have doubts about myself?" Andrew asked and winced as he felt sharp teeth sink into his shoulder without any warning.

"You’re my fiancé and you’re going to be my husband. Don’t you dare ask me that again. Of course I am going to support you. You’re mine." Maxwell warned, his gaze raising and flashing as he stared at Andrew. His pheromones wrapped around Andrew’s throat, nearly choking him with lust and anger.

Andrew couldn’t think of a better way to go out.

"Do you want to go upstairs and fuck with the cum lube?" Andrew asked instead of answering Maxwell’s words. Maxwell’s eyes widened, before a pretty smile touched his lips.

"You silly man. Of course I want to do that. Do you have a butt plug already?" Maxwell asked and Andrew shook his head.

"Tragically, you’re just going to have to use my cock to keep all of that fake cum inside of you." Andrew told him and Maxwell let out a laugh, kissing Andrew passionately.

"Then get moving, baby. I’m aching to celebrate now."