(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 273: Going out with a bang (m)

"Alright Angel. Come on. Need me to hold you up? Look at you, taking my cock so deeply. Ugh. You feel so good inside. Here, suck on my fingers. Keep focusing on me. Almost done." Andrew’s words washed over Maxwell, his vision going blurry as Andrew held Maxwell up with his strength.

Maxwell was feeling a little bit like he’d overestimated how much he’d be able to handle while not in his heat. He was coming to an alarming understanding of why ruts and heats synced up. He also wondered how Andrew had handled this on his own because Maxwell hadn’t been able to walk after his heat.

He felt like he wasn’t going to be able to walk after Andrew’s rut either.

The mirror had gotten an incredible amount of use. Maxwell was worried they were going to have to replace the mattress with how much of a mess he’d made. Andrew had loved fucking Maxwell from behind, and Maxwell felt shivers running down his spine remembering the way Andrew looked at him as he did.

How he was still looking at him as he did it.

Maxwell’s ass felt numb from the constant stretching, knotting, ball slapping, eating. Andrew had maneuvered him in so many ways, eaten, licked, bitten all over his body. He was covered in marks.

In contrast, Andrew looked fairly bare. This had to do with the fact that Andrew preferred to hold, press and control Maxwell’s body during his ruts.

Like right now.

Maxwell was barely able to hold himself up. His knees were shaking. He was exhausted, and his hands wouldn’t hold him up. He was face-planting into the bedsheets, and apparently that wasn’t what Andrew wanted. So, he reached around and stuck his fingers into Maxwell’s mouth from both sides. Maxwell couldn’t have prevented his moans if he wanted with fingers in his mouth. Andrew yanked him back, slamming his cock into him over and over, condom limits long forgotten as Maxwell could barely keep his body awake.

He was sure he’d blacked out from exhaustion a few times, but either Andrew hadn’t noticed, or couldn’t stop. Maxwell really, really hoped that Andrew didn’t remember those moments. Maxwell didn’t care. He trusted Andrew with his body, and he had given him permission, but Maxwell was fearing he was reaching his true limit.

Time had lost all meaning, and thankfully, since they had come over the edge, Andrew had been taking them to the kitchen to refuel on his own without prompting from Maxwell. His stomach growling while he was fucking him probably encouraged him as well.

Maxwell felt like a ragdoll as he met Andrew’s gaze in the mirror. His eyes were fierce, his face still flushed, and he looked so damn hot that Maxwell moaned, closing his eyes as he felt the man move inside of him. His ass was numb, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel every damn inch of him.

He was sure that his body had molded to his shape. God, what a wonderful, and overwhelming experience.

"Fuck, Angel, you feel so damn good. So fucking good. So wet and tight and mine. After so much pounding, after taking my dick over and over, you still feel so fucking tight. You fit me like a glove. Ugh. I want to pour my seed into you over and over until you’re overflowing. Till everyone knows you’re mine." Maxwell knew what was coming from his words. He had noticed that whenever Andrew spoke about Maxwell being his, that was when he bit him.

To prove him right, Andrew groaned, covering Maxwell’s body entirely, adjusting his position to piston his cock into his ass as he slowly pressed Maxwell into the sheets. His drool mixed with other liquids as Andrew kept his fingers in his mouth. His teeth sunk into his tender, bruised and bitten shoulders and he let out a cry of pleasure/pain. He was sure it was the pheromones that were keeping the hint of pleasure there since Maxwell felt like a pin cushion for those damn teeth.

If they didn’t look so good on his damn alpha, he would rip them off. Or get them filed down. Andrew certainly liked to hold him down with them, so much so that Maxwell was thinking about getting bitey himself.

Andrew’s moan around his shoulder, his pace getting faster, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh told Maxwell that Andrew was getting close. Then, he felt it, the knot, the tension and Maxwell shuddered as he felt what he knew he shouldn’t.

Cum. Filling him up. Fuck.

Andrew froze too, probably because he couldn’t do anything else, but the tone changed. Switched. Andrew withdrew his teeth, peppering his skin with kisses.

"I’ll take such good care of you. My sweet Angel. My Max. My Maxy. You’ll be pampered. You won’t have to lift a finger. My baby. My partner. My omega. No one else’s." Andrew kept murmuring to himself, his lips on Maxwell’s neck and shoulders, but Maxwell could feel himself slipping. He had reached his breaking point. This was it.

He couldn’t fight the darkness taking him under anymore.

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When Maxwell stirred from slumber, he found that his eyes were very crusty. That made him worry about how long he’d been asleep.

Trying to raise his arms to wipe his eyes, he had to freeze at the shooting, stabbing pain that came from moving his arms. A soft moan of pain escaped his lips without his control, the pain was so sharp and sudden he hadn’t expected it. It was then that he heard the rapid footfalls of who he assumed was Andrew.

"Are you awake?" Andrew called, worry in every syllable.

"Barely." Maxwell muttered, unable to open his eyes because they were so crusty. "I can’t wipe my eyes." He complained and Andrew rushed off as quickly as he had come in. Maxwell heard the water in the bathroom running, before shutting off and Andrew ran back.

Andrew then tenderly lifted up his head, and gently wiped his face, focusing on his eyes as he cleaned him up. The cloth was nice. Soft, warm, and Maxwell felt himself relax as Andrew took care of him.

When he was done, Maxwell could finally open his eyes and look up at Andrew.

He looked...just as tired as Maxwell felt. He hoped that Andrew had been able to get some sleep. He didn’t look normal, that was to be clear. His eyes were still amber, still held that edge to them, but he was a bit more of himself. He was washed, his glasses cleaned and he was wearing actual clothing instead of walking around in his birthday suit.

That meant that like Maxwell experienced with his heats, Andrew had broken through the haze of his rut, but was still in the tail end of it.

Andrew stared at Maxwell, his expression twisting to something tinged with guilt and tenderness, and Maxwell tensed.

"No. Don’t you fucking dare." Maxwell could feel anger filling him. Andrew was not allowed to feel guilty. Maxwell hadn’t felt guilty when he’d used Andrew like his own personal dildo, a cum stick if you would, so Andrew wasn’t allowed to feel the same.

Andrew winced at the way Maxwell’s voice cracked.

"But I-" Andrew tried to say and Maxwell smacked the bed with his hand, angry. Andrew winced.

"No. I agreed to this. I don’t fucking care. I’m fine. I’ll heal." Maxwell declared, his voice cracking again and Andrew put the cloth on the nightstand and rushed away to the kitchen. He came back with a cup with a straw and offered the straw to Maxwell. He took it greedily, swallowing and was surprised at the sweet, tangy taste of orange juice, but that didn’t stop him.

He sucked and sucked, glancing up at Andrew to find the man staring at his lips. Yeah, the rut wasn’t quite gone. Maxwell almost smiled at that.

Maxwell let out a gasp as he released the straw and Andrew remained still. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze watching Maxwell. He reached out, wiping at the corner of Maxwell’s mouth.

"Are you done?" Andrew asked softly, carefully, and Maxwell nodded. He put the cup to the side, sighing as he looked down at Maxwell. "I can still feel bad for the condition I left you in, even if you agreed, Maxy." Andrew told him softly, and Maxwell frowned. He was right, but that didn’t mean that Maxwell agreed.

He knew what kind of man Andrew was. He would beat himself up over it. He cared so much about him, and about others that Andrew would try to take on the weight of Maxwell’s injuries on his own. Maxwell didn’t want that. They had done this together. They would take on the injuries, together.

"Baby." Maxwell called, and Andrew twitched. "I would have stopped you if it hurt. I stopped you when we needed to eat, and you reacted immediately." Maxwell told him and Andrew blinked, taking a few minutes to process what he said. Then, his shoulders slumped and he sighed. He covered his face with his hands.

"I just feel like such a monster." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s heart broke. "You’re in no state to continue, but I just...you’re swollen, probably in so much pain, and yet I still want to fuck you. This is one of those times that I kind of wish I’d been an omega." Maxwell’s heart filled with empathy for the man.

He didn’t know how bad it was as an alpha, but he could understand his feelings. There had been times when Maxwell had wished he’d been an alpha like his brothers. The grass was always greener on the other side.

"It’s okay. You’re not a monster, Andrew. The rut’s almost over. You did a great job." Maxwell told his big alpha, comforting him with his words since he couldn’t raise his arms to touch him. "Did you eat? Have you taken a shower? How long was I out for?" Maxwell asked and Andrew let out a shuddering breath. It sounded like he was fighting tears, and that pulled at Maxwell’s heartstrings. He was such a big baby. God, he loved him.