(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 510: More than just a cream (m)
Andrew’s legs shook as for the fifth time Maxwell slid up and off of his cock just as he was about to cum, a devious, dangerous smile on his face. His hair was plastered to his face, his face flushed, his chest pink and his pretty, tingling nipples a brighter red than normal. A sheen across his shoulders and stomach as he had clearly worked up a sweat alongside Andrew.
He looked like an incubus. A demon trying to steal Andrew’s seed and sanity.
Maxwell’s smile made Andrew’s knees knock together as the man leaned in, his breath fanning Andrew’s face as he gave a soft chuckle. However, it wasn’t as if he was unaffected by their activities. His breath was coming in fast, gasping gulps and Andrew noticed how his legs trembled as they held his own weight.
"I love the soft whimpers you’re making around this thing." Maxwell said, gently tapping the ball in Andrew’s mouth. Andrew moaned in response. Maxwell’s smile was so pleased, his eyes so bright that Andrew thought they were glowing. Fuck. He wanted to devour him.
Andrew wasn’t above whimpering to get what he wanted.
Maxwell leaned back, licked his lips again and scanned Andrew with a pleased look.
"No touching, Baby. This is my present. But, I can give you a little show." Maxwell carefully turned until he was facing away from Andrew on the bed, his perfect, plump ass on full display. Andrew could also see clearly how he was leaking, so wet and slick that Andrew nearly swallowed the tongue in his mouth.
Andrew could feel how his mouth was watering, and how he had no control over stopping it. The soft laughter from Andrew reminded him that while Maxwell was sitting with his ass towards him, it wasn’t as if he was blind.
This was because of the mirrors that were strategically placed around the room. Giving whoever was sitting on the bed the ability to see what was going on while on the bed. Maxwell could see the drool coming out of Andrew’s mouth and through the ball gag and his eyes sparkled more.
"That hungry, Baby? What about this?" Maxwell asked before he leaned forward, grasping onto Andrew’s calf for support as he arched his back and reached his other hand back. Andrew couldn’t take his eyes off of his actions, aware of what the other man was going to do, but helpless to stop him.
Maxwell slipped his fingers inside of his own ass, spreading them wide and giving Andrew a whole show as he moaned as he fingered himself. Andrew felt his whole body go rigid as he watched and Maxwell was spurred on by Andrew’s active drooling. Like he was a damn dog.
Hell, he wasn’t better than one as he watched Maxwell make a mess of himself, his own slick sticking to his fingers. God, Andrew wanted to just bury his face in that.
Maxwell was laughing at him still, even as his head lulled forward. He was clearly just as worked up as Andrew, and Andrew just wanted to tell him to take his fingers out of his ass and sink himself down on Andrew’s cock. He could make it better.
He could make it better for the both of them.
Andrew’s hands moved before Andrew’s mind caught up, his fingers joining Maxwell’s own as he speared Maxwell’s soaking wet asshole. The sounds that Maxwell made as Andrew entered him made Andrew’s balls draw up.
"Oh my god, Andy. Harder!" Maxwell demanded and Andrew shifted on the bed, reaching for Maxwell and pulling him closer so that he could get a better angle. Andrew watched, transfixed as Maxwell pulled his fingers out of his ass to give Andrew full control. Maxwell slammed his hand down on Andrew’s other calf, squeezing Andrew tightly both from behind, and his legs.
Andrew wiped the drool coming down from his chin with the back of his hand before he turned back and gripped Maxwell’s hip with his hand. Andrew groaned at the way that Maxwell’s skin squeezed out from between his fingers, and Andrew couldn’t wait till he could get more flesh, more ass on Maxwell.
God, he’d feel even more otherworldly then he already did.
Andrew’s other hand was hard at work, spinning so that he could find Maxwell’s sweet spot and hammer his fingers against it so that he could hear Maxwell moan and sob. It was music to his ears, especially the sound that Maxwell’s ass made as well.
Wet, slippery, and sloppy. It was a clear sign of how much Maxwell wanted him, and the mix of his slick with his pheromones? Andrew couldn’t get enough of it, especially when it was mixed with his own pheromones.
He also loved the way that Maxwell was gripping onto him, begging him to keep going. Andrew did his best, finger fucking Maxwell until his legs shook and unlike Maxwell, Andrew made sure that Maxwell came. His cum coating the bed below them and gushing around Andrew’s fingers.
Andrew so badly wanted to take his fingers out of his ass and taste them, but the fucking ball gag was in his way. Did that make him a little bit of a freak? He was already in a ball gag, he felt that it was the least freaky thing about this situation.
Maxwell fell forward on his chest, his ass in the air as he caught his breath, his upper body unable to hold him up anymore.
Maxwell’s eyes were fluttering, the orgasm that rocked him, still rocked him as Andrew continued to gently fuck him with his fingers, making him shiver. Maxwell’s breath was ragged as he tried to gather himself, but Andrew wasn’t going to let him.
He’d been edging Andrew all this time, and Andrew was about to get his revenge now. Making him cum like this?
That was nothing compared to what Andrew was going to do to him now.
Maxwell, unable to sense what was going on given how out of it he was from his orgasm, didn’t realise that Andrew was slowly pulling his legs away from him until he felt a shadow fall over him.
Andrew watched as Maxwell’s head tilted back and to the side, looking over his shoulder at him and Maxwell’s eyes widened. Those shocked, pretty blue eyes had Andrew smiling with his eyes.
Andrew placed his hand down on the other side of Maxwell, grabbing his hand and interlocking their fingers on the sheets. With his other hand, he gently reached out and stroked Maxwell’s cheek, leaning in with his face and rubbing his cheek against Maxwell’s cheek as a gentle kiss before he pulled back, grabbed his wrapped up cock and rubbed it against Maxwell’s hot, wet hole.
Maxwell and Andrew’s voices intermingled as Andrew sank home inside of Maxwell. Both men were unable to keep their voices to themselves as they joined once more.
Andrew had to pause and stop himself from cumming, his breathing ragged as he gripped tightly onto Maxwell’s hand. He slowly lowered himself until he was completely covering the smaller man, his tingling nipples rubbing against Maxwell’s back. It was a jolt of pleasure directly to his cock and he couldn’t help the moan that left his mouth.
Slipping his hand between Maxwell and the bed, he reached for Maxwell’s nipples, wanting to pluck them, making Maxwell feel this pleasure as well. The soft, delicious cries from Maxwell’s mouth made Andrew’s hips jerk, grinding against the other man as he squeezed him tightly.
It was like a self fulfilling prophecy as the two men lost themselves in the pleasure of each other. It wasn’t practised, or smooth. Just the hopeless rocking and humping of two men lost in each other’s body heat.
Each man was a mess of sweat, slick and cum as time went on. Each toe curling orgasm making the next one just as fulfilling. They only paused to switch out condoms, gentling each other as they did so.
Andrew couldn’t remember when the ball gag came off, just that it did and Maxwell and Andrew could kiss and lick at each other as much as they wanted. Not that Maxwell had held himself back while Andrew was muzzled.
Andrew was covered in bite marks all over his neck, shoulders and upper arms, with a particularly deep and hard one over the mark that Maxwell had already made. Maxwell was unrepentant too.
Andrew made sure to leave a particularly deep bite on Maxwell’s inner thigh. Maxwell had shook like a leaf after Andrew had bitten him there. It was a damn miracle that you couldn’t bond with someone permanently without biting them on the neck and shoulder, otherwise that would have been Maxwell’s bond mark.
It would have been something rather difficult to explain, but Maxwell would have owned it. He looked at Andrew like he wanted him to do that to him at this very fucking moment.
Andrew and Maxwell tussled with each other for longer, until Maxwell started lolling in Andrew’s arms, his body going limp with exhaustion and Andrew knew it was time to take his sleepy, handsome fiancé from their bed and into the bathtub where he could rest properly.
Andrew just made sure he came one last time, milking it out of him almost reluctantly, Maxwell’s cries soft, weak, and Andrew gentled him through the whole thing. Kissing him, petting him, stroking him as he came. Andrew clenched his teeth, his cock firmed, the base swelling as he locked himself inside of his favourite place, his favourite person, and flooded the condom he was wearing.
Maxwell whimpered, wiggling against the knot and Andrew continued to pet him, kiss him, before he shuffled them, rising up out of the bed with the man literally attached to him and moving towards the bathroom. It was a few seconds of cruelty before he was able to clean himself up and rest.
Maxwell whimpered the whole time, until he finally got tired of it and reached up, pinching Andrew’s nipple.
"Stop fucking moving!" He ordered and Andrew stopped, coming to a complete halt. "My ass hurts, you monster cock. Let me rest for a moment. The bath can wait after." Maxwell snapped, clearly at his limit.
Andrew smiled, stayed still and just held him.
"Alright." Andrew agreed, standing with him in his arms, in the middle of their bedroom, his knot pulsing as Maxwell’s ass squeezed it tightly.
He had a feeling his gift was well received.
