(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 550: A nice, tight home (m)

As Andrew sunk into the warm, wet, tight ass of Maxwell, it was like coming home. Andrew groaned, his muscles tight as he controlled his entrance.

The sound that left Maxwell’s lips as Andrew slowly penetrated the other man made Andrew’s toes curl. His thighs trembled as he withheld the desire to sink faster into the wet, gripping heat, forcing Maxwell wide open for him. Making Maxwell take all of him, every last inch with gusto.

Instead, he was slow, patient, his breath heavy as just the tip of his cock slid inside of Maxwell. Maxwell’s hands grasped at Andrew’s arms, squeezing tightly as Andrew loomed over him, his arms pressed against the bed, Maxwell’s legs splayed open for Andrew’s plundering.

Maxwell’s face was flushed, his eyes glazed but his grip was hard on Andrew’s skin. Bruising, sharp as he shifted, wiggling, trying to get Andrew to go faster, move closer. Andrew let out a strained laugh, giving Maxwell another inch and watched as the man’s head tilted back, his voice strangled as it left his lips.

"We aren’t half way in yet, Maxy. Are you feeling it that much?" Andrew teased, looking down at the leaking cock of the other man. He was so eager, so excited. Maxwell let out a slow moan, licking his lips as he took in a deep breath.

"You’re being mean." Maxwell accused. The words were like a spear through Andrew’s heart. He was being mean? That wasn’t fair. He was being thorough. He wanted Maxwell to know him personally, know everything about him. It’d been a while since they’d had sex without a condom and at that time Andrew’s dick was still changing. He didn’t count the few times that the condoms had broken for them since, well, it wasn’t planned.

"Me? Mean?" Andrew breathed, giving a soft laugh as he leaned in closer. His lips brushed against Maxwell’s ear, his breath warm and panting as he chuckled again. "I could be meaner, Mr. Beckett." Andrew was ready to tease, ready to bother.

He had every intention to tease Maxwell to his satisfaction. After all, they were married now, and the man wanted Andrew’s mark. He wanted Andrew’s teeth to sink deep into his neck, his throat while Andrew pumped his cock in and out of his welcome heat. The thought alone nearly made Andrew’s eyes roll back into his head.

"Don’t you dare even consider a thing, Andrew." Maxwell warned. It held a hint of panic, and Andrew chuckled. He was holding up fairly well, especially since he’d stopped pushing himself inside of the warm, twisting heat that wanted to devour him whole. If Andrew was worried that Maxwell didn’t want him, his body answered the question for him in a second.

Maxwell was practically begging the man to take him. It was a powerful moment for Andrew, even if Maxwell had never fully resisted Andrew’s advances. This was the first time that they were lying together as husbands. This was a big moment.

"You feel so good on my dick." Andrew moaned into Maxwell’s ear. "So warm. I could spend forever inside of you." Andrew told the smaller man and felt Maxwell tighten around him. Andrew grinned. "If you tighten too much I can’t move." Andrew teased him. Maxwell’s grip on Andrew’s arms slid up until he had his arms wrapped around his back. His nails dug in, the pain so perfect that Andrew barely registered it.

"Then you shouldn’t speak to me that way. Andy, Baby, come on. Please. Put that thick cock all the way inside of me. I want to feel your balls hitting my ass. I want to squeeze you completely. I-I feel empty." Maxwell’s words washed over Andrew. Andrew felt his cock pulse, a shiver running down his spine. Damn it, he was never going to win against this man.

Andrew slowly pushed himself deeper, listening to Maxwell to make sure he was actually okay. Each inch got another soft, fluttering whimper from the man. He rippled on Andrew’s cock, his hips twitching, his insides parting for Andrew’s cock like they had prepared for him. He knew that Maxwell certainly hadn’t done anything of the sort.

That was when Andrew realised that he’d fucked up majorly and that he should have prepared Maxwell. He got too lost in the moment to remember that he had a damn weapon between his legs. He froze, panic filling him.

"Maxy, are you okay? No pain? Not tearing? I’m so sorry, I didn’t prepare you and-" Maxwell’s nails dug in a little too deep, forcing Andrew to let out a hiss of pain.

"Baby, we’ve had enough sex that my body has adjusted. I also crave you. Do you think, for even a moment, that I wouldn’t have prepared my body to take you whenever I want to?" Maxwell asked and Andrew let out a shaky breath.

"W-What is that supposed to mean?" Andrew asked and Maxwell let out a dark chuckle.

"Baby, did you not realise how long I took in the bathroom on the airplane?" Andrew stopped being able to breathe.

He hadn’t considered it. Not even for a damn second. Maybe it was because he had been trying to avoid thinking about the glimpses he’d caught of the frilly things he’d seen in Maxwell’s suitcase so he’d completely not caught on. Maxwell’s hands slid up his body, playing with the hairs at the base of his neck. Andrew shivered at the gentle, teasing touches.

"I had kind of hoped that you would notice and come check on me so that I could then pull you into the bathroom and have my way with you, but I realised that commercial bathrooms are very small. I’m a little grateful that you agreed to take a private jet back now so I can have my way with you on the way back." Maxwell’s eyes were dazed but bright, his teasing smile tugging at Andrew’s heartstrings.

"I had no idea. I’m sorry." Andrew whispered, torn. He wasn’t sure if he would have had the willpower to say no to Maxwell if he had caught him doing something naughty in the bathroom on the plane. Maxwell shrugged.

"It’s alright. You’re able to slide in as easy as you are now because of my prep, aren’t you? Still, I’m a little surprised you’re only realising it now. Bad Andy." Maxwell’s hand slid up into Andrew’s hair, twisting until he yanked Andrew’s head back. Andrew sucked in a shaky breath as the pain sent a jolt to his cock.

It was only made worse when Maxwell pressed an open mouth kiss to Andrew’s exposed throat.

"My handsome husband." Maxwell rumbled, his voice pleased. So pleased that it made Andrew’s stomach tighten, his balls draw up tightly. "My alpha." That was a punch straight into Andrew’s heart. Maxwell was claiming him. Biting him. He wanted only him.

Andrew found himself moving his hips, pushing deeper and deeper until Maxwell was gasping, his grip fluttering as his asshole did the same. Their breaths were in sync, each panting, chests heaving like they’d already had a heavy love making moment when all Andrew had done was slide all the way in. His balls tapped Maxwell’s ass, shifting on the bed so that he had a better position. He even reached up and grabbed a pillow for Maxwell and his hips, tending to him. Taking care of him.

"Do you feel it?" Andrew asked Maxwell, staring down at the pretty man under him. His pretty husband. His handsome partner. His pretty omega.

Maxwell was fluttering his eyelashes, his lips open, soft breaths leaving his parted lips. His cheeks flushed, his ears bright red and he looked like a damn work of art. Andrew was lucky to have a man like this under him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"W-What?" Maxwell asked, confused. Andrew shifted his weight onto his right hand, using his left hand to trace down Maxwell’s shoulder, past his pretty, aching nipples until he rested his hand over Maxwell’s stomach. The same stomach that would, from this point on, begin to swell with the life they were about to create together.

"Do you feel your womb welcoming me? Right here?" Andrew asked, his voice not as sturdy as he would like it to be. That didn’t matter. Maxwell’s lips opened wordlessly, his asshole squeezing Andrew so tight he almost spilled then and there. Andrew groaned as he stared down at the smaller man.

Maxwell’s cock twitched, bouncing and Maxwell tugged Andrew down into a wet, open kiss. It was forceful, intimate, and Andrew would never have said not to this kind of Maxwell.

"Give it to me." Maxwell begged. "Please. I want to feel your knot, too." Andrew grit his teeth at the desperation in Maxwell’s tone. He wasn’t normally like that outside of his heat, but then again, maybe this was a kind of heat for him. It certainly felt like a rut to Andrew.

He felt like he was going to go insane. His pulse raced in throat, his cock ached, his palms sweated and his thighs were rock-hard.

"There’s no going back from this." Andrew told him seriously and Maxwell let out a light laugh.

"Was there ever a moment where I would have backed down, Baby? Come on, let’s make a baby." Maxwell pulled him down to rub his tongue against Andrew’s. Soft, slow, caring and Andrew let out a soft whimper. He was completely owned by this man. Marked in a way that no one else would ever be able to see, but that didn’t matter. Andrew knew who he belonged to, and by the end of the night, the rest of the world would know who Maxwell belonged to.

Andrew slowly withdrew his cock, Maxwell’s body holding onto him so tightly it was almost painful to do so. When he pushed back in, both Andrew and Maxwell let out shaky breaths. Adjusting to the feeling, adjusting to tension.

"I can feel every vein." Maxwell whispered. That nearly broke Andrew.

"And I can feel how tenderly you’re holding me." Andrew responded. Maxwell shuddered.

"Fuck. This is killing me. Just be...normal." Maxwell complained, his eyes watering. Andrew let out a soft laugh.

"Normal? What do you mean by that?" Andrew asked, genuinely confused. Maxwell slapped Andrew’s shoulder for emphasis.

"You know what I’m talking about! All this...slow and gentle stuff is too much. Just thrust normally." Maxwell’s cheeks were burning as the words left his mouth and Andrew didn’t even consider it.

"No. We’re enjoying each other right now. You’re just anxious because we don’t normally do this when you are in heat." Andrew accused. Maxwell’s eyes glared at him.

"We do it a lot when you’re in your rut." Maxwell told him. Andrew felt his eyes widen slightly and Maxwell, seemingly having held this in for a while, opened up to complain more. "You like to press me into the bed and fuck me so slowly I think I’ll lose my damn mind. You’re too considerate too. You’ll touch my dick, rub that special spot inside of me so that I can’t even feel bad that you didn’t make me cum, because you did. You sniff and breathe and moan as you slide your cock in and out of me slowly and I-" Maxwell cut off, swallowing thickly.

Andrew didn’t for a second believe that he was actually upset about what he was telling Andrew. He just wanted to vent his frustrations.

Andrew bent, pressing his cock in deeply, feeling Maxwell suck in at the more forceful stroke as Andrew pressed a kiss against Maxwell’s cheek.

"Don’t worry, Angel. I’ll flip you over soon enough and press you into the sheets, fucking you from behind while I pepper your throat and shoulders with kisses and nibbles. I’ll make a big enough of a mess of you that you’ll have nothing to complain about anymore." Andrew’s words held a deep sense of satisfaction in them.

Of course he would make sure his omega was well taken care of. Andrew would never leave him unsatisfied. Maxwell, however, looked like he had just dug his own grave.