(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 247: A little morning sesh (m)

"Andy. Baby. It’s time to wake up." Maxwell’s voice was full of humour, amusement, and warmth. Andrew grumbled, burying his face further into his stomach, squeezing him tightly.

Andrew had changed up their sleeping positions yesterday.

Unlike normal, where Maxwell was usually surrounded by Andrew’s arms, wrapped up all nice and snug, Andrew had needed the comfort. So he had buried his face in Maxwell’s chest, no care if he had to curl his feet up so that they weren’t dangling off the end of the bed, and forced Maxwell to wrap his legs around him. He wanted to be near where the smells were the strongest, but he didn’t think Maxwell wanted to sleep with his legs wrapped around his throat.

There was too much risk, so this was what Andrew had settled on in his head.

Andrew sighed as Maxwell ran his fingers through Andrew’s hair. It was nice. He liked it.

"Mmm. Five more minutes?" Andrew asked and Maxwell chuckled.

"If you wake up now, I’ll let you watch me as I masturbate." Andrew’s eyes shot open and he jerked, tilting his head back to look up at the other man. Maxwell had a teasing smile on his face. "We can both masturbate, but we can’t touch each other." Maxwell warned and Andrew had to swallow the drool in his mouth. He could smell how Maxwell’s scent shifted, and holy hell, he was so into it.

"Really? We have time?" Andrew asked. "Can we do that? Oh man, I really want to see it. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you do that." Andrew said and Maxwell laughed.

"Baby, you just can’t touch me, alright? Agreed? Not even an ankle." Andrew grumbled.

"What if I wanted to suck on your ankle as I watched you and stroked my cock?" Andrew asked, half teasing.

"Then you’ll have to just sit further away. Better yet, should we have you sit in a chair so you can’t touch me? I’ll stay on the bed." Andrew narrowed his gaze.

"Are you trying to cuck me without anyone else involved?" Andrew asked and Maxwell snorted. His fingers tightened in Andrew’s hair and Andrew begrudgingly looked up at him.

"Both of us are too possessive to have anyone else in this relationship. Calm down. So what if I use a toy on myself? You should be grateful. It means that I’m still wide enough to take you in a few days." Maxwell’s gaze was teasing, warm, but there was a desire deep inside of him as well.

Andrew swallowed.

"I-I’ll go get the chair. You...get into position." Andrew muttered, giving him one last squeeze, wanting to press his lips against his skin but by some level of strength he wasn’t aware he possessed, he was able to resist the urge.

Andrew slid out of the bed, sliding out of the blankets until his knees hit the ground and Maxwell laughed at him.

"What on earth are you doing?" He asked as Andrew fumbled with the blankets, tossing them off of himself before he got to his feet. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"I’m just trying to get out of the bed, alright? I can slide out of the bed like a slug, alright?" Andrew said and Maxwell was all smiles when he looked at him. He looked so warm, and welcoming, and his...

Andrew jerked his gaze away, marching towards the door to grab one of the solo chairs that they had brought from upstairs. He would have liked his chair from his house, but he could make do with something else for now. But if a situation like this arose again, he was going to make sure his chair was here and he was using it.

Lifting the chair up easily, he turned and brought it into the room. He placed it as close to the bed as he possibly could. Maxwell, who had been in the middle of searching in a drawer in one of the dressers in the room, turned and laughed when he noticed how close Andrew had placed the chair.

"Baby, that’s not-"

"It’s not on the bed, is it?" Andrew shot back, begging him to argue with him. Get his blood pumping. See what happened.

Maxwell bit his lip, his mouth still curled up in a smile as he took in Andrew’s crossed arms, his amber gaze, and the stubborn tilt of his jaw.

"Alright. If that’s what you want. Remember you can’t touch me." Maxwell reminded him and Andrew nodded, getting into the chair and leaning back, waiting.

He kept an eye on Maxwell as he continued to move about the room, gathering some lube from the nightstand, and the dildo he held in his hand was one Andrew had seen before, but they had never used. Honestly, it was about the size Andrew had been before, so about average. A good length.

Andrew had liked his penis before all this. He never got any complaints. Now he was envious of the dildo for two reasons. The first was the simple fact that it got to be inside Maxwell, the second being that it was around his old size. That damn blue fucker.

Maxwell, finally, had everything he needed, and with a knowing smile, stripped off his pajama bottoms first. Andrew’s eyes zeroed in on the fact that Maxwell’s cock was already hard, the outline pressing against his underwear.

Damn it. He wanted to put his mouth on that. Trace it with his tongue. He really wanted Maxwell to thrust his cock into his mouth, until he was flushed against his skin and all he could feel was his cock in his mouth and throat. Rough, aggressive. He liked it when Maxwell was dominant with him sometimes. He liked that Maxwell could find his pleasure from him.

"Andy." Maxwell warned. "You’re drooling." Andrew uncrossed his arms, wiping at his mouth with his thumb to find that he was, in fact, drooling, but he couldn’t muster up the feelings to care about that. Maxwell was smiling, his fingers in the band of his underwear and he was clearly teasing him. Andrew watched him like a man starved as Maxwell slowly bent, pulling the underwear with him.

When he stood up, his cock on full display and so damn pretty and perfect, Andrew licked his lips. Maxwell laughed before he crawled onto the bed, fluffing the pillows so that he had something nice to lean against as he spread his legs, putting everything on display. Andrew’s body jerked towards him, but he was able to hold himself back.

Andrew forced himself to lean back, but Maxwell froze. He sensed how close that had been.

"Should we stop?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew could sense how much he didn’t want to stop now. Maxwell wanted this as much as Andrew did, and that...that soothed the beast inside of him slightly.

"No. No, we can do this. I believe in us." Andrew told Maxwell, and himself. Maxwell glanced at Andrew, scanning his body.

"Take your pants off too." Maxwell ordered and Andrew shivered, nodding, and he got to his feet. Maxwell didn’t need to imagine that Andrew was hard. He’d been hard since yesterday. Andrew stripped his pants off, not teasing Maxwell in the slightest before he tossed his pants to the side and sat back down, spreading his legs wide and his gaze slid to the lube on the bed before he met Maxwell’s gaze.

He raised his hand up, spat on it, and ran his hand the length of his cock, all the while looking at Maxwell. Maxwell’s gaze was transfixed on his motions, watching him, his eyes not blinking. Andrew’s lips turned up as Maxwell’s hands stopped moving, watching as Andrew stroked himself before he let out a soft, little moan.

"Maxy. You need to get to work too." Andrew told him, his voice deep with desire. Andrew watched as Maxwell stirred as if from a daze, licking his lips as he stared at Andrew’s cock.

"Fuck." Maxwell exclaimed, before inhaling deeply. He got back to work, pouring lube over his cock, the toy not needing it considering Andrew could see how wet Maxwell was from here. Maxwell still stuck two fingers inside of him and Andrew shuddered. He watched those fingers stretch him, pistoning in and out of him as Maxwell watched Andrew’s hand.

Andrew held his breath as Maxwell pulled his fingers out of his ass, positioning the toy at his entrance and both of them groaned as Maxwell slid it home. Maxwell was wiggling his hips, adjusting to the feeling and Andrew felt his jaw harden.

Maxwell’s gaze slid towards Andrew, the teasing gone, only desire and need in those pretty blue eyes.

"I wish it was you." Maxwell whispered and Andrew had to tighten his hand on his cock so he didn’t cum. Andrew shuddered, closing his eyes, his grip painful as he took a few seconds to compose himself.

"Show me." Andrew said, opening his eyes. "Show me how much you wish it was me." Andrew whispered and Maxwell bit his lip, shifting so he was able to grab onto the base of the toy with one hand, his other going to his cock. His movements were jerky at first, before he found a rhythm that he liked. Andrew matched it.

The air was thick with their individual pheromones, their moans filling the air as both men stroked themselves, watching the other. Maxwell’s little jerks, head twitches and toe curls had Andrew on the edge of his seat. He wanted to bite. To kiss. To suck. He wanted to do everything that Michael told him he wasn’t allowed to.

That only made the pull even sweeter towards him.

"Andy, I’m getting close." Maxwell’s soft declaration had Andrew’s balls ready.

"Cum Maxy. I’ll cum too." Andrew ground out, his hand stroking his cock in hard, fast strokes. Maxwell’s body shuddered as he came, his toes curling into the sheets, his head thrown back, his neck on full display. Andrew could see the bite marks that peppered his skin and Andrew clenched his teeth, his own cum pelting his chest. "Fuck." Andrew whispered, as more cum continued to cover his hand, cock and chest. Was this the normal amount that he was pumping inside of Maxwell?

It wasn’t like this when he jerked off alone.

Maxwell looked spent, his muscles twitching, the toy still inside of him. Andrew sat back in his chair, his breath coming in bursts. Holy hell. It wasn’t enough, that was sure, but it was something.

It scratched the itch, for now. He didn’t think it would come to bite them in the ass, but he did know that it worked for today. That was good enough for him.