(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 547: Let me worship you (suggestive)

Maxwell was practically presenting himself, spinning so that his bare neck was staring at Andrew. Andrew sucked in, staring at the tempting expanse of skin, but knew better. His hands slid to Maxwell’s shoulders, his body having to fight for his sense of reason as they slid over the flimsy ribbon he’d wrapped himself in. Andrew gave a gentle squeeze hard enough that Maxwell looked back at him, his eyes watery and questioning. God, he looked good enough to tempt the devil.

God would forgive him if he looked at him like that for any sin. The devil too.

"You’re not going to do it?" Maxwell asked with a small voice. He was trembling in Andrew’s hands and Andrew wasn’t sure if it was in anticipation or fear. Andrew’s body was so tense that he could barely get a breath in.

Maxy, my sweet angel, I’m not going to make you bleed without making you cum first." Maxwell’s pupils exploded, eating the colour from his eyes as his lips pursed slightly.

"O-Oh." He whispered and Andrew groaned. That was enough self control from him today. He bent, tilting his head to kiss Maxwell, his hands holding the man in place. It wasn’t a deep kiss, the angle making it slightly strange, but it was exactly what he needed. Maxwell’s arms came up, reaching up and hooking onto Andrew’s left shoulder. It was the one covering Maxwell and Andrew exhaled sharply into the kiss.

Maxwell moaned, his grip tight, shaky, and his tongue darted into Andrew’s mouth. Teasing, begging, every inch of him wanting something from Andrew. His body vibrated with it.

"You could make me cum with kisses." Maxwell whispered and Andrew felt a jolt. He’d pulled away for a moment, allowing both of them to catch their breath. Maxwell had used that moment to spring a trap on him. Andrew knew it was a trap because it was Maxwell. His sneaky, lovely husband.

"I wouldn’t disgrace you by making you cum from kisses near the door. Others could hear and I’m not feeling generous." Andrew murmured. He watched Maxwell’s expression, wondering how those words would affect him. Maxwell’s breath came out as a soft moan, his eyes blinking slowly and his fingers clenching on Andrew’s skin.

"Clothes. Off now, Andy. I need to touch your bare skin." Maxwell whispered and Andrew gave a bright smile. He could easily agree with that.

"As long as you promise to let me unwrap my present how I want to." Andrew wasn’t above bartering. He could do it too, he just normally didn’t want to. Maxwell had spectacular ideas. Maxwell puffed out his cheeks, looking so damn adorable that Andrew wanted to suck one cheek into his mouth just to see what it would taste like.

"How you want to do it? What is that?" Maxwell asked, a little bitter. Andrew chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.

"You’ll like it, but if I tell you it’ll ruin the surprise." Andrew countered. Maxwell’s gaze narrowed but his glare was ineffective when he was so pleasure drunk and Andrew had barely touched him.

"Fine." Maxwell agreed reluctantly and Andrew beamed before he tugged himself free of Maxwell’s clutches. The man was shocked that Andrew would dare to do so until he let out a squeak as Andrew swept him up into his arms.

Sweeping his husband off of his feet.

Andrew marched them over to the bed, the rose heart still there and Andrew tossed the pretty man onto the bed. Petals went everywhere. It was a damn mess, and Andrew?

Andrew was pulling his shirt up and over his head, a childish grin on his face. He took even less time taking his pants off, kicking them off while Maxwell sputtered and squeaked in indignation. He was clearly ready to protest and spit and Andrew, but Andrew was on top of him between one breath and the next.

"Angel, why don’t you lie back and enjoy this? We have all the time in the world, and I want to savor my new husband’s body." Andrew whispered, pressing a kiss against Maxwell’s throat as he leaned over him.

Maxwell wasn’t completely straightened out on the bed, his legs to one side, his arms partially shoving himself upright. His hair had shifted, covering his eyes and Andrew thought he was too damn pretty for his heart to keep up.

"Please? I promise you’ll like it. I just want to show my...appreciation for all that you’ve done. You’ve even gotten dressed up for me." Andrew widened his eyes, making use of his big, brown eyes and watched as Maxwell jerked. Andrew rarely used this look, knowing that if he used it too much it would lose its weight.

Maxwell was clearly torn as soon as he saw Andrew’s expression. Andrew glanced down his body, watching as his hands clenched on the petals and blankets, staining his hands and the white sheet when he pulled away. His chest rose and fell, and Andrew couldn’t help but stare at the perky mounds that were his breasts. God, they looked so tasty.

He could just have a little taste, couldn’t he? After all, once Maxwell was pregnant, Maxwell’s body wouldn’t just belong to him anymore.

"Please?" Andrew begged and Maxwell groaned. He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip before slowly lowering himself down onto the bed.

"Move up or else I’ll hurt your precious family jewels." Maxwell muttered and Andrew raised his lower body. That allowed Maxwell enough space to move his legs until he was flat on his back, staring up at Andrew with that flushed, flustered expression, his hands fisted in the fabric near his shoulders. Andrew shuddered.

"I could cum right now. You look so enchanting. What a pretty, pretty husband I have. A fairy." Andrew whispered and Maxwell pouted, flustered.

"Stop calling me pretty." He protested and Andrew shifted until his lower body was pressed against Maxwell again. He chuckled, leaning in to run his lips over Maxwell’s throat and shoulder. The soft, choked sound that left Maxwell made Andrew’s cock twitch.

The man was hypersensitive to any little touch that Andrew placed on his throat. Andrew had no intention to not milk that for everything that it was worth. Get the man so worked up that when he sunk his teeth in for the final bite that Maxwell came from the act, the pleasure-pain so intense that he didn’t even register it as pain.

That was what he was hoping for, at least. He didn’t want Maxwell crying because it hurt. That would break something in him.

Andrew continued his trail down, spending some rather detailed seconds kissing and licking his collarbones. God, he was so precious and tasted so damn good. His nostrils were filled with the sweet, spicy scent of his arousal, Maxwell’s body twitching at the attention. Andrew didn’t even bother taking off the flimsy harness. He instead ran his tongue along it, soaking the ribbon so that the friction rubbed against Maxwell’s skin.

He was sure that was going to drive the man insane.

Andrew slid down, rewarding himself with the aching, reaching peaks that had begged for Andrew’s attention. He focused at first on the left peak, touching it softly with the tip of his tongue, circling the tip as Maxwell’s breath came out ragged, making his mission harder. Andrew didn’t mind, lowering his mouth over the peak until it was swallowed up by his mouth. Andrew gave a deep, serious tug of suction and Maxwell let out a quiet cry.

"Andy, that’s-oh god, do it again." Andrew listened to Maxwell’s orders and wanted to smile. He was glad that Maxwell liked what he was doing. It was made clearer when Maxwell’s fingers sunk into his hair, holding him in place as Maxwell squirmed under him, his hips shifting and twitching against Andrew’s.

His sweet little omega. His needy Maxwell. His pretty husband. All of these things were true and Andrew was glad to have him under him.

Andrew teased his left nipple with his mouth, reaching over to the right so that he wasn’t ignoring either during this moment. Maxwell was a twitching, writhing mess underneath him but Andrew didn’t change what he was doing. He was enjoying his gift, and Maxwell had framed his breasts for this exact reason, right?

Andrew didn’t stop sucking the left nipple until he swore he could feel a pulse from it, then he turned to the right. He twisted the sensitive nub with his fingers while his saliva dried on it and Maxwell was making noises that were music to Andrew’s ears. Breathy pants, thrusting hips, Maxwell was enjoying what Andrew was doing but with a few more expletives thrown in for good measure.

Finally, Andrew decided it was time to go further down his body, but not before Andrew went back up to worship both arms. He kissed, licked and nibbled his way down both limbs, making sure to pay extra attention to the softer parts, the meaty part of the palm, Maxwell’s ring finger.

Maxwell watched, his expression dazed, his lips glistening and his eyes lidded. He was watching him as intently as he could but every part of him was one damn nerve. Andrew could tell, especially since the sweet scent from below was making Andrew want to rush.

He wanted to bury his tongue between his legs and taste him, but he needed to make sure that he followed through with his plans. Worship every inch. Be thankful for Maxwell and everything that he was.

Once Andrew was done working his way down his arms, he moved to just under Maxwell’s harness. He kissed Maxwell’s soft stomach, the place that would eventually swell with their child and while this was an inherently sexual moment, Andrew found himself growing emotional thinking about the next step that they were going to take.

He kissed the spot over his bellybutton reverently. Pressing several more there.

"Andy?" Maxwell asked, a little confused, completely turned on. "W-What are you doing?" He asked. Everything else he seemed to be able to understand but not this moment. Andrew pressed another kiss there.

"Just being thankful." Andrew whispered before sliding his eyes up to meet Maxwell’s curious gaze. "I’m just showing this spot the attention it deserves before we use it." Andrew told him and a dirty smile crossed his lips as Maxwell’s eyes widened and his whole face turned red. Maxwell’s fingers fisted in Andrew’s hair as he laughed, knowing he had earned the tug.

"You better kiss my lips or I’ll throttle you." Maxwell warned and Andrew went willingly up his body once more.

"Yes sir." He murmured and Maxwell’s nostrils flared slightly in annoyance before he slammed Andrew’s lips down on his own. It was a possessive kiss. A marking one.

"There’s another way you can kiss it." Maxwell whispered, his face flaming and Andrew froze before he kissed the smaller man forcefully. He loved this man.