(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 551: Maxwell knows his man (m)

Soon, the soft, teasing banter was gone, replaced with two men focused on each other, the rocking of two bodies coming together in unison. Maxwell’s grip on Andrew’s back gave him enough leverage to rock back harder against Andrew’s firm thrusts. Andrew’s speed picked up, but not too much.

He’d gotten the edge off with Maxwell’s mouth, he wanted to make sure that Maxwell came before Andrew did. He needed to make sure. Andrew’s hair fell into his face, blurring his vision and Maxwell, the sweet man that he was, pushed it back for him. They kissed often, tongues tangling as the air grew heavy with their joined pheromones and heat. The sounds of skin meeting skin, the slick warmth between Maxwell’s thighs, filled the air.

The orgasm wasn’t like some of their more desperate ones. The ones that overcame them, came upon them suddenly. This was a more gradual build up. A slow, simmering orgasm that felt nurtured by their actions. Maxwell’s expression opened more, his lips wet, his mouth shaping the soft moans and pants that left his lips. Andrew stroked his cock, making sure that the man was with him, completely, as he felt that familiar feeling rise up along his spine.

His stomach tightened, his cock began to swell and Maxwell seemed to sense what was coming too. He clung to Andrew, his arms desperate in their hold.

"Oh Andy. I’m gonna, you’re gonna-" Andrew swallowed his words with his mouth, his pace staying the same, and his hand still tugging on Maxwell’s cock. He could feel Maxwell’s body rolling against him, trying to milk him, forcing Andrew to cum faster. Andrew wasn’t immune against such gestures.

Andrew’s moan filled Maxwell’s mouth as his hips gave one thrust, two, before his knot solidified and Andrew buried himself deeply inside the other man. He tore his mouth away, feeling Maxwell’s cock twitch in his hands, his own seed spilling over his hand and stomach. Andrew groaned, pressing his lips against Maxwell’s throat. He didn’t bite him, wouldn’t do it so suddenly, he just didn’t want to bite Maxwell’s tongue.

Maxwell twitched under Andrew, his breath coming ragged as he ran his hands over Andrew’s back.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." Maxwell repeated, his mind drifting after his orgasm. Andrew tucked his hands under Maxwell, pulling him against his chest, remaining connected to the smaller man.

"We’ve consummated our marriage." Andrew whispered. "We’re husband and husband now. You’re mine." Andrew’s words held so much of his heart, his hope. He didn’t realise he was afraid of what Maxwell was going to say when the man didn’t reply right away. His heart paused, halting for a second when Maxwell didn’t immediately comfort him. He didn’t need to be afraid. Maxwell was only behind him by a few seconds.

"Baby, that only applies to virgins." Maxwell’s voice held humour. "But yes, we’re official now." Maxwell let out a light laugh. "I can feel you filling me up. God, I know that true alphas have a lot of cum, but holy shit. I’m going to inflate with your cum." He was joking and Andrew just liked how his chest vibrated when he spoke. Andrew pressed a kiss against his throat.

"Babies only take when the mom cums." Andrew whispered. Maxwell laughed.

"Where did you hear that?" He asked, amusement in his voice.

"My Mom." Andrew told him seriously. "I believe her. She’s an expert. I could at least hope that my father was good at sex." Andrew muttered. Maxwell’s shoulders shook as he laughed.

"Well, we can at least hope for that, hmm?" Maxwell then paused. "Wait, does that mean that-"

"You’re going to be cumming a lot, yes." Andrew confirmed, pressing another kiss against his throat. "You’re going to hate cumming by the end of this." Andrew didn’t want it to be a prophecy of any sort, but...

"Uh, well, my dick might not be able to handle that." Maxwell admitted. "I’m not built like you. My balls aren’t made out of damn titanium. I’ll probably be shooting water soon." Maxwell was candid about his body and Andrew appreciated it. He rubbed his face against Maxwell’s throat, feeling his cock finally stop filling the man with cum. That did not mean his knot was anywhere near calming down.

"I’ll still drink it." Andrew told him seriously. Maxwell paused, before laughing. The action was a strange feeling on Andrew’s cock, but not an unwelcome one. He loved when the man laughed.

"You are insane. Good. I’d still drink yours too. Does that make us weird?" Maxwell asked and Andrew snorted.

"I don’t give a damn what other people think about us, outside of your family and the family I like." Andrew told him seriously. Maxwell gave him a squeeze.

"Andy, we might have just made a baby." Maxwell whispered, switching gears on Andrew so quickly that it took Andrew a moment to register. When he did, he felt his expression soften. He pulled up and away from Maxwell’s shoulder to stare down at his face. He nearly felt his heart drop.

Maxwell was crying. Not loudly, not obviously, but two tiny tears had escaped from each of his eyes, pooling in the sheet below him.

"Maxy..." Andrew trailed off, his heart in his throat. He gave him an emotional smile. "Yeah. We might have just done that. How are you feeling?" Andrew asked. Maxwell blinked, sniffed, and shook his head.

"I’m a little scared, honestly. Just a little. I’m also excited." Maxwell whispered. "I never thought I’d be a parent with anyone but you, and now that we’re working towards that..." Maxwell trailed off, swallowing. Andrew felt his own eyes water.

"You’re going to be a great Dad." Andrew told him, meaning every word. "You’re going to be so good. I can already tell that our kids are going to be little geniuses because of their smart dad." Andrew told him, pushing down his own fear when it came to Maxwell getting pregnant. They’d discussed it, and had taken steps to make sure that he would be okay. That was the best that they could do.

"They’ll have two smart dads. We’re going to have to make sure that they don’t get anyone pregnant as a teen. They’re going to be so handsome it’s going to be alarming." Maxwell sniffed and Andrew felt a smile crease his whole face.

"Do you think they’re going to be a player?" Andrew asked and Maxwell made a soft noise in their throat.

"No, I just...maybe they’ll be like you before you found me? Willing to offer help to anyone who asks?" It did something to Andrew that in this moment, Maxwell saw him for what he was. He wasn’t jealous, and wasn’t going to put that on their child either. He was viewing it as helping others, and that? That twisted something up inside of him.

Andrew sighed as his cock roared to life with a sudden vengeance.

"Angel, I’m trying to calm my knot down, not get more worked up." Andrew accused. "And if they’re going to take on my traits, that means that they’re going to be possessive." Andrew reminded him. When Andrew met Maxwell’s gaze he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh, I know." He took his left hand down, showing off the giant gem on his finger. "They don’t stand a chance. You made that very clear, Baby." Andrew’s cheek flushed, and then Maxwell’s smile grew even more. "Did you know that knotting is supposed to be uncommon? It’s only supposed to be once in a blue moon. Baby, you’ve been trying to mark me from the very beginning." Andrew had no response to that.

He coughed. Maxwell giggled.

Maxwell’s legs reached up, tightening around Andrew and pulling him in closer. Both Andrew and Maxwell let out a soft moan as their bodies shifted.

"Maxy." Andrew warned and Maxwell smiled at him warmly.

"You don’t need to be afraid. I’m not afraid. I’m not worried. I just want to spend this time with you. Your knots almost completely calmed down now, right? What do you want to do next? Do you want me to take off-"

"Keep it all on." Andrew cut in, his voice tight. Maxwell’s eyes widened, before a silly, happy smile crossed his lips.

"Someone is feeling bossy." Maxwell commented and Andrew felt heat rise into his face. It was his gift. He was allowed to be a little bossy. Maxwell raised himself up, wrapping an arm around Andrew’s neck to press his lips against Andrew’s ear. "I like it." He whispered and Andrew felt his cock twitch. Maxwell squeezed him tighter. "Don’t you want to feel how sloppy it’s going to be with your own cum instead of that cum lube? Aren’t you curious, Baby? Come on, thrust in as deep as it goes. Go even deeper. We have two weeks to figure this out." Andrew had a hard time breathing.

"Maxy, we’ve been here barely a few hours." Andrew whispered and Maxwell chuckled.

"Yeah, and I’ve been thinking about you sliding your thick cock into me since before we stepped foot onto the plane. When I slid into your lap I wanted to be sliding onto your dick, Andy. I’ve been waiting for a while." He squeezed Andrew’s dick tightly. "Now, show me what you were thinking about doing to me." Maxwell pulled back, licking his lips.

Andrew loved this man with his whole body.

"There aren’t mirrors here." Andrew told him gruffly. Maxwell nodded.

"I know. I’ll be okay. Just make sure to kiss me lots." Maxwell sounded like that was a serious conclusion that he had come to. He’d put thought into this, because he knew the layout of the house that they were going to stay at.

Andrew let out a shaky breath, already imagining pinning Maxwell down under him, thrusting his cock into his tight, greedy asshole from behind as he grabbed his throat, tilting his head back to kiss the man’s lips.

"You’re going to be sore later. We’ll need to get into the hot tub for your sanity." Andrew mumbled and Maxwell laughed.

"Good thing I brought a couple of butt plugs for safety. Can’t waste a drop." Andrew felt his sanity leave.

"A couple?" Andrew asked with a strained voice.

"Yeah, because I didn’t know what state you’d leave my asshole in. You’re big, Andy."

"You’ll just go in with me still in you." Andrew said quickly and Maxwell laughed.

"Greedy. Possessive. Just like I like you." Maxwell sounded pleased with Andrew’s answer even if Andrew felt embarrassed. Damn it. Andrew needed to fuck him into the sheets to get over this emotion in his chest.

"We’re switching positions." Andrew warned. Maxwell let out a soft snort.

"I had a feeling."