(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 516: I don’t want you to hold yourself back (m)

Andrew was worried that Maxwell might have him ass up, bent in half, face into the sheets as he attempted to penetrate Andrew for the first time in a while. However, he should have known better.

While Maxwell was in heat, and he was being forceful, he was still Maxwell, and in heat Maxwell liked to fuck face to face, tender, with lots of cum. Andrew should not have been worried.

Maxwell made sure that Andrew was nice and comfy on his back on the bed. He didn’t wait for Andrew or Maxwell to dry their hair, but he did make sure that Andrew had his contacts in his eyes in case ’things got messy’. Maxwell’s words.

Maxwell even put a pillow under his back for support.

He did try to talk Andrew into those silk ties again, but Andrew was not going to have it. Maxwell had pouted for a sec, but after Andrew had coaxed him into making out, he was far more agreeable. Especially after Andrew had talked him into sliding his cock into Andrew’s ready and willing mouth.

Andrew’s chest was soaked with the other man’s fluids, the scent filling the air in a primal way that had Andrew’s head spinning and his breaths fast. It was intoxicating, and Maxwell wasn’t immune in the slightest.

"Are you ready?" Maxwell asked, sliding himself back until he was the one between Andrew’s spread open legs. It was a little disarming to be in this position, but Andrew didn’t really mind. It was a bit comical to see his thicker legs on either side of Maxwell, but it was more endearing than anything else.

Maxwell’s damp hair flopped into his face and he raised a hand to push it back. His face flushed, along with his shoulders and and chest. A nice, pretty flush of his desire across his body. Andrew let out a soft, wistful sigh. He wanted to suck and kiss his nape, draw one of those perky nipples into his mouth, but it was clear that Maxwell had other plans.

"You’re not just going to try and thrust in right away, right?" Andrew asked and watched confusion cross Maxwell’s face.

"What?" Maxwell asked and Andrew blinked, before a slow, kind smile touched his lips.

"Angel. I need to be stretched. I’m not like you. I also need lube or something to wet me." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell cutely scrunched up his face in frustration. It was clear that somewhere in his brain the wires got crossed and he either thought they were both omegas, or Andrew was the omega in their relationship.

It should not have been as cute as Andrew was finding it.

"Fuck. Do we have stuff?" Maxwell asked, and it was almost funny that this was the ’most lucid’ Maxwell had been since Andrew had started sharing his heats with him, but he wasn’t in the slightest. He might have passed some of the tests, but severely failed the others.

"There’s lots of lube on the nightstand. In the pump bottle." Andrew told him. "And we don’t need condoms." Maxwell scowled at Andrew’s reminder.

"We’re making a baby. Of course we don’t need condoms." He was so serious about it that Andrew felt butterflies in his stomach.

"Come here." Andrew muttered, reaching out a hand for Maxwell. Maxwell willingly went, lying on top of Andrew as Andrew held the man by the back of his neck and kissed him deeply. He could tell how affected Maxwell was just from having Andrew’s hands on his neck and throat.

Maxwell was making these soft, needy noises that had Andrew’s cock twitching. It was so damn hot and sexy that Andrew couldn’t help himself. He reached down, grabbing both of their cocks and pressed them together. Stroking them in unison as Maxwell whimpered against Andrew’s mouth. His quick, instinctual thrusts into Andrew’s hand had Andrew tightening his grip. Maxwell’s hands slid to Andrew’s chest, plucking and squeezing Andrew’s nipples and pecs.

It was hot, wet, and oh so nice to feel Maxwell’s cock gliding against Andrew’s. Their fluids mixed, precum making it easier for their cocks to slide against each other. Maxwell came first with a soft little exhale that made Andrew’s stomach tighten. His cum covered Andrew’s stomach and hand, Maxwell’s kiss deeper and devouring as Andrew kept stroking his own cock until he came.

The knot wasn’t as big as it usually was when Maxwell was involved, but it was still present. Andrew was breathless as Maxwell was the one to kiss him down from his climax. Maxwell’s lips were soft, tender, and it shattered something inside of Andrew to realise that he was treating him the same way that Andrew treated Maxwell after he’d come. When their roles were reversed.

"Maxy, aren’t you going to warm me up? Spread me?" Andrew asked as Maxwell pressed tender kisses to his cheeks and face.

"Eager, are you?" Maxwell asked and Andrew gave a soft laugh.

"I’m always eager to have any bit of you." Andrew admitted and Maxwell paused, moving back slightly to examine Andrew’s face. The flush that touched his cheeks, the way his eyes were that dangerous amber colour that made a little shiver run down Maxwell’s spine. The way his chest heaved, his thighs spread and his thick, heavy cock on his lower stomach.

Andrew watched as Maxwell’s throat worked and his gaze darted to the tub of lube and he sighed.

"I am planning to make it hard for you to walk tomorrow." Maxwell whispered, his voice gruff and Andrew gave him a bright smile.

"Just tomorrow, Angel?" Andrew asked and Maxwell’s gaze narrowed.

"Don’t push it." He warned, and Andrew knew that he had to keep his teasing to a minimum. Who knew how long an in heat omega could fuck? Andrew knew how long he could take it for, but if Maxwell was serious about getting him pregnant?

Andrew better...strap in.

Andrew didn’t laugh at his own joke, his mind focused on Maxwell shifting back into position, Andrew’s heart jumping in his chest as Maxwell’s thighs cupped him on either of his sides. It was a soft grab, but very intentional. Maxwell was making his place known, as Andrew watched him roll the lube he’d pumped into his hand, Andrew felt his asshole pucker.

There was excitement inside of him. He wondered how long they would be able to go? How hard would Maxwell get? How messy?

How much was he going to cum inside of Andrew?

"Maxy, I just want you to know, I don’t care if you cum all the time." Andrew told him just as Maxwell was rubbing his fingers against Andrew’s ass. Maxwell paused, then snapped his gaze to Andrew’s.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" There was anger in his voice, and Andrew winced. That would be an anger inducing thing to hear, but Andrew was a little dazed as well.

"I’m saying I want you to fill me with cum. I don’t care how many times it takes you to do that. I know you’re sensitive right now, and I’m just thinking about how tight I’m going to be. I don’t care." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell’s face flushed more.

"Y-You’re being ridiculous." Maxwell muttered as he slid a finger inside of Andrew. Andrew let out a low moan, tilting his head back at the sudden intrusion.

"Am I? You’re bright red. You can even feel how tight I am." Andrew muttered and glanced at Maxwell to find the man staring at him. He wasn’t staring at where his finger was inside of Andrew, instead he was staring at all of him.

Spread out on the sheets, pillow under his hips, his thighs thick and spread, his chest broad and already covered in their first round, and Andrew’s fingers clinging onto the sheets. HIs throat clear and open, the bite mark on his shoulder on full display. His hair a mess, and Andrew watched as Maxwell let out a harsh breath.

"You’re so damn beautiful." Maxwell exhaled and Andrew felt his throat close tightly as emotions filled him. He wanted to respond, but Maxwell dropped his head and turned his focus back to what he had wanted to do the whole time.

He began to curl his finger inside of Andrew, testing the water, twisting, getting Andrew used to the foreign object. Then he added another, repeated the process, and then added another. At three fingers, Maxwell was doing his best to find Andrew’s sweet spot, rubbing his fingers in and out of Andrew with intent. Andrew’s breathing shifted, his fingers holding on as Maxwell brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made this process worthwhile. Maxwell’s smile when he found Andrew’s prostate was infectious.

"Got it." He declared happily and Andrew could only smile in return, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe. He’d forgotten how good bottoming was since it had been a while since they had done it.

Now? He was ready for whatever Maxwell wanted to give him.

"Maxy, I’m ready." Andrew told him at one point, stretched and impatient. Maxwell’s eyes were glazed, focused, so Andrew had to get his feet involved. He ran a cold foot down his back and Maxwell jumped, his gaze snapping in the direction of Andrew’s foot before it jerked to the man himself. "Maxy. Come on, fuck me." Andrew pleaded and watched as the smaller man gulped.

He was three fingers deep inside of Andrew, and still nervous. Andrew gave him a warm, sultry smile.

"You know you can do it. Come on. Get me pregnant." Andrew’s voice was low, hopefully seductive as he met Maxwell’s fevered blue gaze. Maxwell’s hand was moving towards the extra lube before he answered Andrew, rubbing his cock with that hand before he withdrew his fingers from Andrew. Andrew let out a low sigh, waiting as Maxwell continued to rub his cock.

"Okay. We’re starting now." Maxwell sounded more like he was talking to himself than to Andrew. Andrew didn’t mind. Feeling Maxwell’s cock rub against his ass was an unusual feeling, but not unwelcome.

Andrew and Maxwell both let out a deep, animalistic groan as Maxwell slid into him. Andrew could feel how he was gripping onto the other man tightly, could feel how Maxwell’s hands grabbed onto his thighs, pushing them wider, allowing his hips to sink into Andrew further.

Andrew’s head hit the pillow, his eyes closed as he just felt Maxwell inside of him. It was...emotional. Andrew had never considered what having the other man inside of him during a moment like this would feel like, but it was...it brought tears to Andrew’s eyes.

"You okay? I’m not hurting you?" Maxwell asked, his voice rough. It was clear he was holding himself back, but Andrew didn’t care about that.

"I’m good, Maxy. Cum as much as you want. I’ll be fine. I’m not judging you. I feel good, don’t I? The same way you feel good when I’m inside of you." Andrew whispered, trying to sound supportive. "I cum at a drop of the hat for you too." Andrew told him, coaxing him. Andrew knew how much Maxwell came just from insertion. He didn’t want Maxwell to feel bad.

Maxwell’s teeth clenched, his jaw tight, but it only took one small shift before Maxwell’s mouth opened, his eyes closing and Andrew swore he could feel the cum filling him. Andrew squeezed him, getting out every last drop. Maxwell choked.

Andrew knew that was only the beginning. He took a slow breath and calmed himself. This was day one. They had plenty more to go.