(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 517: A caring man is a good man (m)
Andrew was proud to admit that he was pleasantly wrong.
Maxwell had far more stamina as a top then Andrew would have given him credit for. He should have known not to doubt Maxwell, and he should have remembered from the last time that he had done so, but it was quite a while ago. Maxwell was also not the type to ever let anything get in his way, including his own body.
Was it so fucking hot to see how much pleasure Maxwell found from being inside of Andrew? To see him panting, sweating, holding onto Andrew’s thighs and waist as he shook, trembled, and thrust his cock in and out of Andrew’s ass? Andrew could barely control himself as he watched the man. Andrew was salivating just watching the man find pleasure in him.
Andrew couldn’t say that he was any better off than Maxwell. His body was covered in his own release as well as Maxwell’s. His ass ached from the use, and there was definitely a lot of cum inside of him as well. It wasn’t quite enough to feel like it was sloshing around in him, but it was a strange full feeling.
Maxwell was also insistent that he keep his cock inside of Andrew so that it wouldn’t spill out. He didn’t want to risk Andrew not getting pregnant so when Andrew could finally tell that Maxwell was at his limit after a day’s worth of fucking and cumming in Andrew’s ass, Andrew came up with a solution that would make Maxwell feel better.
A butt plug.
After all of the fucking and effort that Maxwell had put into trying to get Andrew pregnant, and a few different positions that Maxwell was willing to try, Andrew didn’t want to disappoint the man. So, they found a butt plug, on the smaller side that was in the bathroom and Andrew had Maxwell slide it in. Why was there a butt plug in there?
Andrew was a prepared kind of man. He made sure that they had everything that they could need. The basics. For his care, and for Maxwell’s. Butt plugs were safe, easy things to have in the house and Andrew had made sure that it was washed. There was also no way that Maxwell had no idea it was in the house.
The man was nosier than anyone else Andrew had ever met.
After inserting the butt plug into Andrew, Maxwell sat back, admiring the butt plug in Andrew’s ass and all of the cum and lube that painted the area around. He looked like a man possessed. His face flushed, licking his lips as he panted, squeezing Andrew’s ass with his hands. His eyes were still dazed, his cock still hard, but Andrew could tell the man was at his limit.
There was also the fact that a couple of times that Maxwell had been fucking him that he had begged for Andrew’s cock. That was also a good sign that the man was reaching his limit.
Andrew watched Maxwell through the mirrors, on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air so Maxwell could palm it and squeeze it. Andrew’s own hands were under his body, his shoulders resting on the sheets as he had his head turned to the side. It was surprisingly comfortable given how Maxwell preferred to fuck him while Andrew was on his back, his hips angled slightly up.
Andrew could feel how Maxwell’s hands trembled, and when Maxwell gently touched the butt plug.
"Let’s go get some more fuel, hmm, Maxy?" Andrew asked, his voice husky and watched as Maxwell was unable to tear his gaze away from the sparkly thing in Andrew’s ass. He’d bought the ones that had the most reviews, and they just happened to be the ones that had giant jewels on them. Andrew’s was a pink one.
"You’re going to drive me insane." Maxwell muttered, more to himself than to Andrew. Andrew would have liked to argue that it was the other way around, but he knew that Maxwell wouldn’t have heard him anyways.
Instead, Andrew wiggled his ass, swaying from side to side and watched as Maxwell stared, transfixed. It would have been funny if Andrew’s own cock didn’t ache to be inside of him.
"Maxy. Food. Please? I’m hungry?" Andrew was not above begging. Not when he knew that Maxwell was taking on the caring role right now. The man jerked, his gaze sliding to Andrew’s before he shuddered, trying to compose himself.
"I can’t have you going hungry. The baby..." He trailed off, like his mind was catching on the actual logic of the situation but he just shook himself free. "The baby needs food." He said, his voice sounding stronger, like he was speaking with conviction. Andrew turned his face into the sheet and immediately regretted it.
It was full of sweat and everything else. With a groan, he pulled his arms up and pushed himself up into a more normal position before rolling onto his back. Andrew smiled up at him and placed a hand over his stomach. He watched as Maxwell’s gaze darted to it, his eyes focused as Andrew gently patted the place.
"Yes. The baby is hungry. Are you going to feed the baby, Maxy?" Andrew asked, coyly making sure he was grabbing a pack of condoms before they went downstairs. Maxwell nodded, gulping as he not so carefully moved to get off of the bed.
His legs gave out and he caught himself before Andrew could sit up and catch him. He looked a little startled, a little ruffled, but proud of himself as well. Pushing his hair out of his face, his body completely naked, he held out a shaking hand to Andrew.
"I’ll help you up, Baby." Andrew swooned. Andrew was more certain he was going to pull the man down to him instead of Maxwell helping him up, but that was fine. It was the thought that counted, and Andrew found the man adorable.
With a smile, Andrew took the other man’s hand in his own, putting very little of his own weight into it. Carefully, they both got to their feet, Andrew’s own legs feeling weak and feeble. They both left the bedroom, supporting each other as they headed downstairs.
Maxwell wasn’t quite himself during the whole process. He was still deep in his own heat, but seeing this version of Maxwell, the protector, provider, and one who was more ’alpha’ compared to who he was normally during his heat was a nice difference. Andrew wondered if that meant he would see more sides of Maxwell as they continued to spend their heats and ruts together. He hoped so.
He was sure that there was a submissive Andrew inside of him that would want, no, beg to be bred by Maxwell. The thought alone made his face warm but a smile creased his face.
Andrew was smart. He’d done the same preparation as he had done for Maxwell’s previous heats. The meals he had meal prepped for this time were quick, easy, and messy. It meant that they would have to get a shower after, and that Maxwell ate.
Maxwell was more worried about Andrew eating, you know, for the baby’s safety and Andrew made sure he ate. He was going to need his strength for the next half of the heat. He could see it in Maxwell’s eyes.
Was it going to be a rather interesting experience to fuck Maxwell with a butt plug in?
Andrew had experienced weirder.
It was also sweet to see Maxwell trying to fight himself. He wanted Andrew’s cock, Andrew could see it in his gestures and the little twitches he made. It was also the way he kept staring at Andrew’s erect cock throughout the eating and clean up process.
Andrew made sure that he took very good care of Maxwell as he cleaned him up, and made sure that the butt plug stayed in place. He gave Maxwell his word he wouldn’t take it out, and even gave him permission to check to make sure it was in place.
It was only after that did Maxwell allow Andrew and Maxwell to tangle together in a way that Maxwell was aching for. The nails down Andrew’s back told him exactly how much Maxwell wanted him. Maxwell would startle him every time he checked the butt plug though.
Andrew would be balls deep in the man, knotted, unable to move, and Maxwell’s hand would slide between his cheeks, pressing on the butt plug to make sure it was in place.
It honestly made Andrew cum harder, and longer, but Andrew couldn’t tell the man. He also didn’t need to. Maxwell could feel it, and Andrew could practically see the hearts in the other man’s eyes.
If he remembered what they got up to this heat, Andrew was going to be in trouble. He was probably going to ask Andrew to wear a butt plug all the time. After all, Maxwell liked that Andrew knotted him all the time and liked to feel the way he came inside of him.
Maxwell didn’t have to tell him with words that it was his favourite part, he told him with his actions. The way he shivered, how his eyes rolled back in his head and the soft, wispy moan that left his lips. Maxwell was practically addicted to Andrew’s dick.
Andrew would not get so cocky to believe that was the truth. He didn’t want to get cocky like that. Did he think that Maxwell would ever find dick as good as his? He better not. Andrew would make sure that Maxwell was satisfied like this for the rest of his life.
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It took another 4 days for Maxwell’s heat to recede. Andrew didn’t end up having to use the cum lube because apparently Maxwell’s urges had been satisfied by filling Andrew up. It felt like a hack, and Andrew was pretty pleased with it.
Maxwell, however, did remember parts of his heat, but not everything. He was embarrassed by his behaviour, which was a first for him. Of course, that meant that Andrew did tease him about it, just to watch the man blush and glare angrily at him. His cheeks were puffed out in indignation so it was too cute.
Andrew even teased Maxwell saying that he hoped the baby that Maxwell put inside of him had Maxwell’s eyes. The bruise that Andrew ended up with on his bicep was well earned and only made Andrew smile.
It was a good way for the heat to end. The last of their heats or ruts that would show up before their wedding.
