(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 552: A good negotiator in and out of the bedroom (m)

The soft, gasping sound that escaped Maxwell’s lips was music to Andrew’s ears. He’d barely moved, just simply adjusted slightly and Maxwell’s body responded. Squeezing Andrew tightly, his muscles convulsing, Maxwell’s mouth parting slightly.

Andrew bent, his body covering Maxwell’s from behind, pinning Maxwell under him in a straight line. Maxwell’s legs curled at the knees, the heels of his feet tapping Andrew’s body in different places, almost as if just to feel him there. Or protest his treatment.

Maxwell’s body was slightly slick with sweat under Andrew’s body, his flesh warm as Andrew slid his hand up his back, gripping onto Maxwell’s shoulder tightly for a moment before sliding his hand to Maxwell’s throat. The soft, shaky breath from Maxwell’s lips made Andrew’s cock throb.

Andrew pressed a kiss to his shoulder, his own breath laboured as he did his best not to move. Letting Maxwell adjust to the new position, Andrew’s intentions, and the weight of Andrew on him from behind.

Sharp fingernails reached up, digging into Andrew’s forearms.

"Kiss me." It was a desperate plea, one that Andrew would never, could never ignore. Andrew bent Maxwell’s head back with the grip on his throat, angling his head so that he could devour the other man’s mouth. The sound of their breathing, the feeling of Maxwell under him, all of it was intoxicating. Andrew couldn’t help himself.

He began to move, rocking his hips as he kissed Maxwell. Maxwell’s eyes flew open, the blue so vibrant that it made Andrew ache. His eyes watered, his fingers clawing as Andrew swallowed each of the soft, pleased noises that Maxwell made. Andrew’s weight pressed further down on him, pressing him into the bed so that he could get the right position, the right angle. Andrew watched as Maxwell’s eyes rolled back into his head, the pleasure shorting his system. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Andrew could feel the man cumming, fluttering around his cock, squeezing him so tightly that it made movement almost impossible, but Andrew wasn’t a quitter. If it wasn’t going to hurt Maxwell, he’d continue, extending his climax as long as possible until Andrew’s body tensed and he filled up the love of his life with his seed again.

The whole time the two kissed, Andrew’s grip on Maxwell’s throat firm, but not suffocating. They’d never held a position like this, never attempted to restrict breathing in the slightest and Maxwell? Maxwell hadn’t flinched at the hold in the slightest. Andrew had watched the man’s eyes glaze over as he did it, actually.

Andrew released his hold, loosening it to pepper kisses along Maxwell’s skin. Showering him with the affection he deserved while they waited for his knot to go down. It was an interesting cycle. Hard, pulse-thudding sex and then soft, warm foreplay while both men caught their breath. He could tell that Maxwell liked it, and Andrew was ecstatic that he could kiss his husband like this. Touch him like this. Fuck him like this.

"Do you like this position?" Andrew asked, his cock throbbing with how much he liked the position. Being able to hold Maxwell down like this and fuck him filled Andrew would all kinds of tingly feelings, but it was important that Maxwell liked it too.

Maxwell’s dazed, flushed expression stared off for a moment before his gaze slid to Andrew’s. He licked his lips, his shoulders trembling for a second before he answered.

"It’s like...getting a full body hug from you." Maxwell whispered. "You’re also so deep that I always feel you. I like it." Maxwell’s words did something dangerous to Andrew’s senses. He could feel how his pheromones leaked out, washing around them. Maxwell’s eyes rolled back into his head. "Stop. I’m already too damn wet." Maxwell’s protest was weak and Andrew bent his head back, kissing him deeply.

Andrew rocked his hips slightly, thrusting deeper inside of Maxwell while his knot tugged on his tender skin. Maxwell’s eyes fluttered, his throat swallowing thickly under Andrew’s hand. Andrew swallowed up his moan as Andrew himself moaned into the kiss. Fuck, Maxwell felt so good. So tight and warm and his.

God, the man was his.

The orgasm washed over both of them, Andrew pulling his mouth away to clench his jaw tight. He wasn’t going to bite Maxwell like that, he’d wait a little longer and Maxwell’s loud moan as his body shook, his second orgasm so close after another far more potent one before it. Andrew could agree that his second one was stronger.

His cock twitched, flooding the other man and Maxwell gasped, collapsing onto the bed, a limp noodle beneath Andrew as he attempted to catch his breath.

"I-I like it but I don’t know how long I can stay in this position." Maxwell admitted. "The pressure on my stomach hurts." Andrew almost immediately moved at hearing that, panic filling him. He was hurting Maxwell? Absolutely- "Baby, it’s from the cum." Maxwell reached up weakly, patting Andrew’s skin he could reach. Andrew paused.

"What?" Andrew asked, his cock still filling the other man up. It would be like this the whole time, Andrew knew it. He’d always given a healthy load to the condoms, he knew that his body would give an even healthier load to Maxwell himself.

Maxwell’s loving look over his shoulder, his lips slightly swollen from Andrew’s attention, gave Andrew a momentary pause in his panic.

"You’ve only given me three loads, baby, and I already feel like I’m going to burst. We can’t do this position too much longer or else I’m going to pop like a balloon. Spilling all the seed that you worked so hard to fill me up with." Maxwell was definitely teasing him. That was made more apparent when Maxwell pouted, stilling out that gorgeous bottom lip. "So, when are you going to bite me? After I explode?" He asked, and Andrew felt his head swim.

"I just didn’t want to do it right now. I want you loose, happy. I know it hurts." Andrew whispered, pressing kisses against Maxwell’s shoulders. The other man shivered.

"Andy, it’s a good kind of pain for me. You know that, right? Every time you bite around my neck I fucking lose it. You know that, you’ve seen it happen." Andrew winced. He was right. Maxwell was a trembling mess whenever Andrew did bite near his throat. When he’d bitten his collarbones and shoulders Maxwell had gone into a damn near frenzy. He’d wanted Andrew more than he’d ever wanted him before.

That was a feat in and of itself since Maxwell was never shy when he wanted Andrew. He’d push him into a closet to have his way with him if he was in the mood. Andrew blushed.

He pressed more kisses against the expanse of skin before him. The creamy expanse that would hold his mark forever once Andrew bit him. Andrew sucked in sharply.

"I just...want it to be perfect." Andrew mumbled. Maxwell let out a soft sigh.

"It doesn’t have to be centered." Maxwell told him and Andrew wasn’t sure he agreed with him.

"It’s going to be on your body forever. No one else will bite you there. I want it to be perfect." Andrew was firm in his words and Maxwell let out a small laugh. He glanced back at Andrew, a smirk on his lips.

"You’re never going to bite me there again? Even when you know it could make me cum in a heartbeat?" Maxwell asked. Andrew felt his mouth dry up, especially as Maxwell shifted underneath him, rolling his hips back into Andrew’s groin. Andrew shuddered as Maxwell’s eyes lit up from within. "Even if feeling your teeth sink into my shoulder makes me want to suck you dry? How I masturbate thinking about you biting me? Sinking those dangerous fangs of yours into the back of my throat, pinning me down and making me yours?" Andrew’s breath came out ragged as Andrew felt Maxwell roll his hips back again. Andrew shivered.

Maxwell reached up, pulling Andrew down over his shoulder so that he could press kisses to Andrew’s throat. Andrew groaned.

"Baby, are you saying you’ll never bite me there again? Come now, don’t lie to me. You’re going to like biting me too much, that’s what you’re scared of, aren’t you? You’re afraid to go back to civilization after being a beast, and my throat is going to be covered in bite marks." Andrew felt his body tremble as Maxwell found a concern that Andrew hadn’t fully manifested, but was in the back of his mind. "Cute." Maxwell whispered.

"I’m not the cute one." Andrew complained and Maxwell laughed. He pressed a kiss against Andrew’s throat again.

"Then you’re the adorable one. What makes you think I’m not going to parade around the bite marks like war wounds? I’m going to be very proud that I made my handsome alpha lose control like that. My usually level-headed Doctor husband lost complete control with me and filled me up with his seed over and over until I was overflowing. My ass felt too good for him to be able to control himself. He made me cum so many times that we lost count. He didn’t even take his dick out of me to feed me, instead fucking me the whole time while he cooked." Maxwell’s breath against Andrew’s throat combined with his words made Andrew’s head spin. He felt light-headed.

"Oh my god." Andrew muttered. Maxwell leaned in, sinking his teeth into Andrew’s throat. Not hard enough to break skin, but the threat was there. "Fuck." Andrew exhaled shakily. His hips jerked, thrusting deep into Maxwell’s welcome embrace. Maxwell let out a surprised moan that trailed off into a laugh.

"See? Come on, baby. Why don’t you just put us both out of our misery and give me my mark. Haven’t I earned it? You don’t want to be bound to me forever?" He wasn’t playing fair. Andrew knew it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to rise to the challenge.

Grumbling, Andrew slid his hand under Maxwell’s body, and pushed off the bed slightly to turn them. Maxwell gasped as he found himself on his side, his body exposed to the air. Andrew could see the pool of cum under his groin, where Andrew had fucked him so well that he came against the bed.

A feeling of pleasure filled him, staring as Maxwell flushed. Andrew slid his hand down his body, grabbing his leg and spreading his legs. Andrew pressed a kiss against his shoulder.

"Does this position feel better for your stomach?" Andrew whispered and Maxwell shivered.

"Y-Yes." Maxwell’s response was soft and Andrew chuckled. Andrew pressed more kisses against his skin, feeling the man shiver in anticipation.

"Good." Andrew told him, feeling the knot fading. The next round was beginning, and Maxwell was going to get what he wanted.