(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 271: Someone has to be an adult here (m)

It didn’t stop once they reached the kitchen. Maxwell found himself bent over the kitchen counter, unable to touch the floor as Andrew fucked him on an angle so that he could raise a glass of water to his lips.

Andrew fully expected him to be able to drink while he drove his cock into him from behind. As if Maxwell was ever going to be able to do that! From the movement alone, that was impossible!

When it became clear that Maxwell couldn’t do that, Andrew bent, pressing his hips into him in a circular motion, drawing moans from Maxwell’s lips as Andrew covered him, glass in hand, and forced Maxwell to drink. Each sip he gave to Maxwell, he took one for himself. When the glass was empty, it was another round of Maxwell being treated like a doll and lifted up, moved like he weighed nothing, and getting a refill of water while Andrew gave him a pounding.

Maxwell was so dizzy, so dazed, he couldn’t even remember how many times Andrew had cum. That was an issue. That was a problem. The condoms were only good for two times, and Maxwell was barely able to keep track of that through his own orgasms. It was great that they were so obvious, but he felt faint from lack of food and water.

"Baby. We need to eat." Maxwell pleaded. "I’m feeling faint. I might pass out." Maxwell told Andrew, hoping that got through to him. Andrew jerked.

"Pass out? No!" Andrew had a rather explosive reaction to that and Maxwell found himself pulled off of Andrew and placed onto the counter. He did kind of feel like an object, but he didn’t mind. Andrew ran around, unaware, but able to grab something from the freezer, unbag it, put it on a plate and then shoved it into the microwave. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Maxwell had barely any energy, but he needed to move. It was a rare second. He wasn’t attached to Andrew’s cock. He needed to go pee, take more birth control pills, and grab a few boxes of condoms. He needed to.

Groaning, he shifted, sliding off of the counter and onto his feet. Andrew spun, gaze amber, face tight. His cock was thrusting towards him aggressively, and Andrew’s nostrils flared.

"What’s wrong?" He asked, no, demanded. Maxwell gave a weak smile.

"I need to pee. I’ll be right back. Make sure the food is done so we can eat, okay? I might pass out otherwise." Andrew froze. It was clear that things could go south at this moment. Maxwell held his breath, waiting.

Andrew’s face scrunched up, before he eventually nodded, turning back to the microwave. He poured the glass of water he’d made into his mouth, before he looked back at Maxwell and gestured to the glass. Maxwell smiled.

"Yes. I’d like one." Andrew nodded and Maxwell was relieved. 48 hours at least. He hadn’t had Andrew to speak to, or be with. He had been with alpha Andrew. He didn’t hate him. He never could. It was a part of Andrew. He also didn’t think it was a bad thing to acknowledge that he had been a little lonely though. Maybe this was a turning point for them?

Maybe Andrew would be a little more chatty now?

Maxwell tried to hustle towards the bedroom as quickly as he could on his noodle legs. He sat down to pee, not giving a damn as he used his time to pee to also take more pills. He kept them in the bathroom with the other birth control. It was better to keep them all in one place, and he made sure to swallow the amount that Michael told him to do.

No more, no less. Michael had sent him a strongly worded text, probably without Andrew’s knowledge, that if he took too many, it could have long term side effects that both Andrew and Maxwell would hate, so only what Michael told him.

Maxwell appreciated the threat. He knew that not many would, but he liked that Michael had guts. He would fight for his clients, even if it was against themselves. He was a good friend for Andrew to have, and maybe, someday, Maxwell as well.

After his pee break, Maxwell gave his body a quick wipe down with a wet cloth, rinsed it and took it with him to do the same for Andrew when he got back to the kitchen. Getting into the shower right now was probably not a good idea. Not until he was a little bit more of himself. If Andrew slipped and hurt himself Maxwell would never forgive himself.

Maxwell headed back, a few boxes of condoms in his hands along with the cloth. He had snagged them as he passed through the bedroom and joined Andrew back in the kitchen. He felt a bit like himself, and was feeling okay until he walked in on the microwave swirling, Andrew drinking a glass of water, and stroking his cock at the same time.

He nearly dropped everything in his hands.

He was shocked. Andrew was just...so casually stroking his cock as he poured water into his body. Seeing Maxwell out of the corner of his eye, he lowered the glass, licking his lips, and smiled.

"Max." The affectionate way he spoke shook Maxwell out of his shock, but only for a second.

"Baby, are you okay? Hungry? Thirsty?" Maxwell asked, deciding that this was a perfect chance to slip a condom into his cock again. Whatever the count was, Maxwell was pretty sure it was time for a fresh one.

Andrew stared at Maxwell, scanning him, before the smile faded from his face and his eyes narrowed.

"Yes. Hungry. My dick aches. Come here?" Andrew asked, his voice deep and low and Maxwell felt his heart stop for a second. Oh. Oh no.

This was rather dangerous, wasn’t it? Having an Andrew who was so honest about his feelings, was ready to act on them, forceful even, and was now able to speak? To seduce Maxwell that way?

Oh, Maxwell just knew he would be dreaming about the next few days.

"You want me to come soothe your cock, Baby?" Maxwell asked sweetly, holding onto the cloth still, but dropping off the boxes he’d pick up. He tore one of them open, tearing off a condom and heading towards Andrew. Andrew nodded, his gaze serious, but he stuck out his bottom lip. Maxwell had to suppress laughter.

He was trying to pout while looking like he was going to eat him alive? Cute.

"Let me wipe you off first, baby. Then we can grab a jug of water, the food, and I’ll sink down on that cock of yours while we eat, okay?" Andrew stared at Maxwell, his gaze dropping to stare at Maxwell’s erect cock and he swore Andrew pouted more.

"I want you now." He complained and Maxwell couldn’t believe it. What a damn cutie. After the full pound fest he’d had, this was a nice change. He was very certain Andrew wasn’t going to remember this moment.

"Soon, baby. Soon. Come here." Maxwell put his full weight in his words and Andrew trudged over. "On your knees." Maxwell ordered again, and Andrew dropped to his knees. Maxwell could see the gears in his head turning, but Maxwell didn’t give him time. He just began to bathe the man with the cloth, trying to be quick, trying to be fast, but the damn man put his glass down and grabbed Maxwell’s ass with both hands.

He didn’t hesitate to sink his fingers into his ass, knuckles deep, fingering him with an expert hand. The man knew all of his weak spots, and Maxwell practically collapsed onto the other man as Andrew raised his head, licking and sucking on his nipple.

"Mm. Pretty." Maxwell flushed at the way Andrew spoke. Pretty? What the hell was pretty about Maxwell in this situation? Or had the connection between Andrew’s mouth and Andrew’s brain finally reconnected? Maxwell heard the microwave start beeping and Andrew grumbled. "Food first. Then my cock. You like my cock." Andrew pulled back, giving Maxwell a smug, proud smile. "Maxy likes my cock the most. He said so." Maxwell couldn’t remember when he had said that, but he would take Andrew’s word for it.

Like Maxwell, Andrew probably remembered things from his heat that he didn’t, and the positions were just going to be reversed. Maxwell doubted that Andrew was going to remember this moment, but it didn’t make it any less real for Maxwell.

Maxwell gasped loudly as Andrew withdrew his fingers, much to his grumbles, and left Maxwell to get up, and go to the microwave. Andrew grabbed the food and placed it on the other side of the kitchen island, where a few bar stools were set up. Maxwell could already see what his future was, and swallowing, he tried to gather himself.

"W-Water, Baby. We need glasses and a jug of water too." Maxwell told him and Andrew glanced over at him, stared at him for a long moment, before he nodded. Maxwell took the moment to gather himself, tossing the cloth aside. It was a pointless task. Andrew was just going to manhandle him, and it wasn’t as if Andrew smelled bad to Maxwell right now.

Maxwell did grab more condoms, sliding them along the island as he made his way over to the bar stools. Andrew was moving far faster than Maxwell was, and was waiting patiently for Maxwell.

Cutlery was gathered, only one set, two glasses, a large jug of water, and a hard cock that was pulsing with anticipation.

"Fresh condom. Stand still." Maxwell said softly, and Andrew stood, his hands tucked behind his back, his cock thrust forward. Maxwell smiled, tearing open the packet, before he began to roll the condom down Andrew’s cock. The face he made only made Maxwell feel more comfortable with his actions. Andrew’s behaviour was that of alpha Andrew, and alpha Andrew wanted to put a baby in Maxwell.

The condoms were for omega Maxwell. And thankfully, Andrew didn’t put up too much of a fight.

Condom on, Maxwell sighed, stepping back to admire his handiwork, before turning towards Andrew. He held out his arms and Andrew lunged forward. His hands slid into his armpits, launching him up into the air and Andrew plopped his ass on the counter next to the food. Maxwell watched as the wheels turned in Andrew’s head and Maxwell smacked his chest.

"Food first." Maxwell warned and Andrew pouted, climbing onto the bar stool. Andrew went to help lower Maxwell down on Andrew’s cock, but Maxwell halted him. Not that he wasn’t going to want the help when things got serious and they were on round 5 or some shit, but he wanted to be the one to sink down on the cock right now.

Slowly, carefully, Maxwell moved until he was using Andrew’s widely spread legs so that he could lower himself down on Andrew’s cock instead of just being impaled like Andrew wanted. It was slow, it was careful, it was oh so sweet to watch as Andrew’ face twitched, finally showing the pleasure that Maxwell was giving him instead of the need he was fulfilling. Fuck.

"You feel so good inside of me Baby." Maxwell told Andrew, holding onto his shoulders as his ass hit his thighs. Andrew was completely inside of him, and it felt like he was coming home. "Fuck. Feed me. God, before I forget about the food." Maxwell pleaded and Andrew moaned.

"Okay. Okay." Maxwell’s lips twitched up into a smile as Andrew pulled him in for a deep, wet kiss. God, maybe this was as far as they got/ Food made, table set, and all forgotten in their lust for each other.

Maxwell tried. That’s all that he could say. He really did try.