(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 509: A late birthday gift (m)
Andrew wasn’t nervous, per se. He just knew that Maxwell really enjoyed being in positions that gave him power over others. Particularly, alphas.
What was Andrew?
A true alpha, which meant Maxwell was having the time of his life having Andrew naked on their bed, up against their headboard as he playfully slid the ball gag into his mouth.
Andrew had managed to convince the man to go through some basic safety concerns in case something went wrong and Andrew needed to ball gag off. It wasn’t much of a hard case to pitch though. Three taps meant that Andrew needed out, anything around that was something to stop and check in with Andrew.
Maxwell could easily get behind making sure that they were both in the moment, especially since he was already so turned on. His cock was bouncing, eager to continue with what they had planned. Andrew closed his eyes, chuckling to himself. He was glad that they had barely even used the things that Andrew had gotten him and he was already so pleased with them.
Maybe Andrew should have just gifted him a naked Andrew with a bow around his dick. He’d probably have liked that too.
"Is that comfy, Baby?" Maxwell asked, his words low, seductive, and every bit as inviting as he was making them. Andrew’s leg twitched as he sat on the bed, raising his gaze up towards the flushed, excited face that was Maxwell’s. He wasn’t just a seductress, he was the seductress and Andrew was feeling a little light headed from how much blood was in his cock already.
Andrew nodded as Maxwell slowly withdrew his hands from behind Andrew’s head after he secured the strap there. His smile was sweet, soft, and full of promise to come.
"Now look at you. All at my mercy. This was a great idea for a birthday present. I’m just worried about how you are going to raise the stakes going forward." Maxwell teased, sliding his hand carefully, teasingly, down Andrew’s neck, across his shoulder and down his arm. Andrew wasn’t tied up, but he knew that that was exactly what Maxwell wanted.
Andrew, however, wasn’t exactly keen on being at the complete mercy of a Maxwell who would be drunk on the power that Andrew had given him. He probably wouldn’t be comfortable with it for a while until Maxwell and Andrew worked more on the dynamic they were building between them.
Maxwell’s hand slid over to Andrew’s chest, gently running teasing fingertips across his skin. Andrew shivered at the touch and Maxwell leaned back, his hand cupping the back of Andrew’s neck for support as he watched his fingers work.
His eyes were locked on his simple, teasing movements, glancing up at Andrew’s face every few moments to see how Andrew was reacting. At the same time, he was gently rocking his hips back against Andrew’s cock, and Andrew didn’t even think it was intentional.
The man was just turned on, and looking to please himself and Andrew.
If he was doing it intentionally, Andrew knew he would be smirking. Instead, he was focused on Andrew’s chest, his own fingers, and the ball gag in Andrew’s mouth. The man was not focused on what his hips were doing, even if Andrew was.
Andrew had to exhale through his nose, making his head feel a little more fuzzy than he was anticipating. It was just going to take some adjustments, and these soft, teasing touches of Maxwell’s were actually helping with it. Was Andrew feeling his body rise to a fever pitch? Absolutely, but so was Maxwell.
It made it only hotter that just touching Andrew was making a mess of Maxwell. Andrew didn’t even need to touch him and Andrew could feel how wet the man was in his lap. How thick his scent filled the air and how his pheromones wrapped around his neck tighter compared to the hand on the back of his neck. Possessive. Marking.
God, Andrew wanted to kiss the man, but knew that wasn’t going to happen since he had the ball gag in his mouth. He wanted to taste him, but knew that also wasn’t going to happen. This was actual torture, and when Maxwell met Andrew’s gaze and saw the longing there, something devious and soul shattering showed in his gaze.
Maxwell leaned in, his breath fanning Andrew’s face as his lips hovered over the ball gag.
"Suffer." Maxwell whispered, pulling back with a joy-filled giggle that had every part of Andrew tightening to the point that he was worried he was going to cum without things really starting.
That devil.
Andrew, not feeling like he needed to play fair, shifted. He knocked Maxwell off balance as he grabbed the cream squeeze bottle that Maxwell had put on the nightstand beside them. It was clear, from Maxwell’s slightly shocked expression, that he wasn’t expecting Andrew to get so ballsy.
Andrew had warned him, however. Andrew wasn’t going to be docile in this experience, even if Maxwell wanted him to be.
Andrew unscrewed the top of the bottle, putting the lid next to his body as his fingers adeptly moved to the tiny metal circle sealing the top of the bottle. Andrew grabbed the little pull tap and ripped it off, tossing the seal off onto the floor before grabbing the lid again and screwing it onto the top of the bottle.
The whole time he was doing this he was keeping direct eye contact with Maxwell. Maxwell’s chest was heaving as he watched Andrew, and when Andrew flicked open the cap of the bottle, Andrew watched as Maxwell’s breath stuttered for a second. Andrew knew he’d be grinning if he didn’t have the ball gag in his mouth.
Gently, Andrew put a healthy amount on his index finger before he moved, spreading the cold cream onto Maxwell’s nipple, then moved to the next. Maxwell made a soft noise of complaint at the cold, but Andrew just chuckled.
He would get used to it.
Andrew closed the bottle, tossing it to the side so he now had both hands free. With both hands, Andrew turned, gripping the sides of Maxwell’s rip cage as he used his thumbs to rub against Maxwell’s nipples, warming up the cream and rubbing them into Maxwell’s skin at the same time. Andrew could feel the tingling start on his index finger and watched as Maxwell’s eyes widened and his breath shuddered.
Completely smitten, Andrew watched as Maxwell gripped onto his neck tighter, his other hand sliding down to Andrew’s forearm and holding on as he arched his back, his head falling back as he let out a soft moan. His hips rocked back against Andrew’s cock, his ass soaking Andrew’s crotch with his arousal and Maxwell bit his lip.
"Oh my god." He whispered, shivering. "I-It’s unending. It won’t stop." Maxwell whispered, bewildered and turned on. Andrew nodded, rubbing circles against Maxwell’s nipples. The agitation seemed to make it more overwhelming, and Andrew’s cock twitched.
Maxwell wiggled in his lap, his face flushed, his teeth sinking deeply into his thick bottom lip as his grip fluttered on Andrew’s skin. Andrew glanced down his body, noticing how his cock was also leaking, and Andrew felt a dangerously pleased feeling fill his chest.
They’d barely started and Maxwell was already leaking.
This was a good sign.
Andrew shifted, his hands letting go of his support of Maxwell’s ribcage and Maxwell’s eyes widened as Andrew’s hands turned and he began to pinch, gently, Maxwell’s nipples.
The man cried out, shivering as Andrew did so. His nails dug into Andrew’s neck, the bite of his nails painful, but not enough for Andrew to stop him. If he broke through his skin, that was a mark of how much pleasure Andrew was giving the smaller man.
Andrew would wear it like a badge of honour.
Maxwell’s eyes opened, turning towards Andrew as he moaned.
"Andy. This is intense." Maxwell told him and Andrew chuckled. He wanted to ask him how intense, but he couldn’t with the ball gag in his mouth. It was a bit of a frustrating moment, but seeing the way that Maxwell was a little urgent, shifting needily in his lap as the cream warmed and teased his nipples.
Andrew continued to tease Maxwell, watching him wiggle in his lap as his cock leaked all over his stomach. It was one of the prettiest, hottest things he’d ever seen.
Until a moment of clarity came into his eyes and sniffing, he reached down for the bottle tucked against Andrew’s side. Andrew watched, knowing where this was going to go as Maxwell fumbled with the lid, his fingers trembling as he worked on his dexterity.
Finally, the lid was open and Maxwell turned to Andrew, his eyes ablaze.
Unlike Andrew, Maxwell went directly to his nipples and squeezed. He didn’t measure how much he put on Andrew’s nipples and when too much squirted out, he looked up at Andrew, his face flushed, his mouth open slightly and his blue eyes alive with passion.
"Oops." He said, so unapologetic that it made Andrew’s chest shake as he laughed. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
He tossed the bottle to the side after that, and mimicked what Andrew had done. He tried to grip Andrew’s ribcage with his hands, but he wasn’t able to considering his hands were that much smaller. He did scoop up some of the cream and moved it over to the next nipple.
Maxwell watched, rubbing Andrew’s nipples with his thumbs, licking his lips as his hips moved restlessly from his own cream on his nipples. He clearly wanted Andrew to be just as restless as he was, and Andrew knew he wouldn’t have to wait long.
Andrew winced as the cream activated and watched as Maxwell’s eyes sparkled.
"Finally. We’re in the same boat." Maxwell said with a wicked grin. Then, he turned and opened the nightstand drawer next to him. He pulled out a box of condoms, a grin on his face. "Let’s play, Baby."
