(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 526: A little something to take the edge off (suggestive)

The party was loud, joyous, and full of life. Andrew didn’t think that everyone would be partying the days leading up to the wedding, but he’d forgotten what joy weddings brought. He hadn’t partied before Amir’s wedding because he hadn’t known Amir enough, and he hadn’t been stable enough back then.

Now?

Andrew was dealing with flushed faces, laughs, and people pulling him off into corners to give him advice. He was glad that when he looked over to Maxwell he was getting the same treatment, if slightly modified. No one was going to take Maxwell somewhere he didn’t want to be.

He was also glad that it appeared that Maxwell wasn’t drinking as heavily. He was monitoring his drinking, nursing them. He’d decline if someone wanted to top him up, and would direct them to someone else who had a low glass. Andrew knew it was a bit nosy of him to keep an eye on the other man, but he was just making sure he was safe.

He didn’t want Maxwell to have a headache for their big day.

Andrew was watching him at one point when suddenly, Maxwell turned to meet his gaze head on. As if he could tell Andrew was watching him. Andrew paused, his face flushing as his soon-to-be husband grinned at him, raising the glass to his lips and giving a sip. He raised his hand, wiggling his fingers in a greeting from across the room. Andrew felt suddenly too warm for the room.

Maxwell made his way over, his eyes telling Andrew that he was about to be teased.

They weren’t intentionally staying away from each other. There wasn’t a tradition or anything about it outside of the night prior and not being able to see each other in their wedding outfits. It was more that they had naturally separated into different groups to appease different people.

Maxwell was more driven and business focused while Andrew could easily spend his time with those with kids and softer, more delicate personalities. It wasn’t that they couldn’t switch either. They often did, but it was more about hosting then it was about being away from each other.

Did they still take time for themselves? Andrew was pretty sure they were about to.

Maxwell’s hand grabbed Andrew’s wrist, giving it a gentle tug. His smile made his eyes curl up as he scanned Andrew, licking his lips. It was a dangerous look, one that Andrew was very familiar with.

Andrew put his glass on a table behind him, carefully taking Maxwell’s glass and placing it beside his own. Then he let Maxwell lead him out of the room and towards a secluded bathroom. It was neither their first, second or third time that they had escaped like this. Andrew’s cheeks burned with the idea that they had to do this since their bedroom was too damn far away for a quick moment alone.

Maxwell’s grip tightened slightly as they passed a staff member who ducked their head in acknowledgement before leaving them to their own devices. They managed to slip into the bathroom. A solo bathroom, big enough to be someone’s bedroom in size alone. Andrew slid the lock home as Maxwell pressed him up against the door, his smirk telling.

"You were watching me all night. What’s on your mind?" Maxwell asked, sultry, dangerous. Andrew gulped.

"I was just watching my handsome fiancé. Is there something wrong with that?" Andrew asked right back. Maxwell’s grin grew.

"There is nothing wrong with that." He told him, carefully placing a hand on Andrew’s chest. Deliberate. Purposeful. Slowly, he began to slide his hand downwards. "As long as you are ready to deal with the consequences of giving me such a passionate look all night." Maxwell’s eyes hooded, his expression one Andrew had seen so many times he couldn’t stop his body from reacting.

"We are up against the door." Andrew hissed, worried someone would hear them. Maxwell gave a laugh.

"Then you’re just going to have to be quiet." Maxwell told him, his hand reaching its destination. Andrew closed his eyes as he heard the belt buckle shift. He let out a shaky sigh.

"Can’t I do it?" Andrew asked, opening his gaze and sliding it downwards to the man getting on his knees. Maxwell chuckled.

"Baby, you know I like it when I have you trembling under my hands. Just let me get the edge off, alright? You’ll enjoy it." Maxwell promised. It wasn’t about whether Andrew was going to enjoy it or not. Of course he was. Maxwell was touching him.

It was about the fact that Maxwell kept doing this to him, but Andrew wasn’t even so much allowed near Maxwell’s cock. It was frustrating. Andrew didn’t like to be the only one receiving.

Maxwell, able to sense that Andrew was annoyed, even as his hardened cock hit the fresh air, grinned. He pressed a quick, soft kiss against the tip of his cock, smiling up at Andrew from his place on his knees.

"You’ll more than make it up to me on the honeymoon. Think of this as...preparation." Maxwell said softly and Andrew stared at him blankly. Preparation? For what?

"What are you preparing for?" Andrew asked, confused. Maxwell’s smile was in his eyes as he ran his nose along the underside of Andrew’s cock. Andrew shuddered.

"I’m preparing for the fact that you’re going to make me cum more times than I will make you cum. You do it every time. I’m just getting ahead. Trying to even the score out." Maxwell told him cheekily. Andrew stood there, his eyes wide as Maxwell hummed.

What?

"That’s only fair. You should cum more than me." Andrew countered, his head filled with the words that Maxwell had said. His mind kept circling back to what they had promised, getting caught, and he wondered if Maxwell remembered it. Asking him was on the tip of his tongue until Maxwell had something on the tip of his tongue as well.

"Nuh-uh. I want to give just as much, Baby. So just sit back, relax. You aren’t drinking anyways. We have to get your stress levels down somehow." He joked before all conversation abilities were taken away.

Andrew could barely speak as the man worked on him.

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Several minutes later, Andrew turned on the bathroom fan in an attempt to hide what the two of them were doing. It was a miracle that most of the people around them were bonded so they wouldn’t smell, but if the few people who weren’t came in...

Andrew’s face was flushed in embarrassment while Maxwell cleaned up, licking his slightly swollen lips triumphantly. He looked like a pleased cat that had gotten the cream, and it was only a little alarming to Andrew that he was the cream he’d gotten.

"Are you sure you don’t need me to do anything?" Andrew asked anxiously. He really was feeling uncomfortable with this exchange. He wanted to do something for his fiance, anything. This was the fourth time that Maxwell had pulled him off somewhere to have his way with him.

The odds were stacking against Andrew pretty quickly.

Maxwell’s eyes were light, bright as they caught Andrew’s eye in the mirror behind him. He grinned, satisfied, before he shook his head.

"I’m fine, Baby. I promise. I’m soaked, yeah, but I’m always soaked around you." Maxwell said with a wink. That didn’t make Andrew feel better. He crept in, his hands sliding to Maxwell’s hips. He gripped them tightly, feeling his body heat against his own. Maxwell’s eyes widened slightly in the mirror in front of them.

"Are you sure? I can help with that. Clean it all up." Andrew promised, sincere. Maxwell’s mouth opened slightly as his ears turned pink.

"What? Here? But there isn’t-"

"We can use the mirror in front of us. You just need to hold onto the sink." Andrew whispered, leaning in and pressing a kiss against Maxwell’s throat. It was his weak spot. Would always be his weak spot. Andrew heard how Maxwell’s breath stuttered at the simple touch. Andrew opened his mouth more, sliding his canines against the skin there. He was not above playing dirty if it meant giving Maxwell pleasure. "Please? At this point, I just want the taste of you in my mouth." Andrew begged. His gaze was focused on Maxwell’s expression in the mirror. The man looked like he was fighting demons.

"We’ve already been gone for so long." Maxwell muttered and Andrew felt a slight smile tug at his lips.

"And what are they going to say? Tease us for presuming what we’ve done? I’ll be able to say with a clear conscience that we didn’t go all the way. I just can’t keep receiving like this." Maxwell was bending. "Come on, Maxy. My mouth feels empty. My tongue is eager. Won’t you let me?" Andrew’s eyes were brown, with a glimmer of amber in their depths.

Andrew could tell the moment that Maxwell gave into him. His eyes closing and his shoulders relaxing.

"We can’t be too much longer." Maxwell muttered, the colour moving to his cheeks. "I don’t want Mom to give me knowing looks." He complained. Andrew chuckled.

"The door is locked and the fan is on. Don’t worry, we won’t make their mistake. I’ll make you cum nice and quick." Andrew promised, pressing another kiss against his throat. "Now come on, bend over for me Angel."