(BL)Alpha Made

Andrew held his breath as Maxwell sunk down, taking every inch of him inside. The two of them had already cleaned up, and now it was time for the fun part. At first Maxwell had protested when Andrew had tried to clean him up, especially of Andrew’s cum, but when Andrew involved his teeth and mouth, Maxwell had relented.

Now, the two sat on the bench in the shower, Maxwell’s hands gripping his shoulders, a crumpled condom wrapper to the side, and Andrew felt like he was coming home.

Maxwell was warm, wet, and squeezed him so tightly it was almost painful. He would have been worried he was hurting him if Maxwell didn’t have a look of pure bliss on his face as he sunk down until he hit Andrew’s crotch, full of Andrew. Maxwell’s grip on his shoulders tightened, and Maxwell let out a deep, satisfied groan.

"Fuck. That’s exactly what I needed." He murmured, licking his lips as Andrew groaned as Maxwell shifted. Maxwell grinned at him, before pressing a kiss against his cheek, his lips soft and warm and Andrew chased them to kiss him deeply. He could feel how wet he made Maxwell, and that was a reward in and of itself. But when Maxwell said he missed him in any capacity? Andrew really liked that. Even if it was just his cock. "Fuck. I think you got bigger. You feel like you’re stretching me more." Maxwell said, and Andrew froze.

"Is that a bad thing? Are you okay?" He asked, clearly worried, and Maxwell kissed away his worries. He swirled his hips, hitting exactly where he wanted and Maxwell broke from the kiss to throw his head back, the moan coming from his lips making Andrew even harder.

"Oh fuck no. You feel soo good Andrew. So thick and hard. God, I can’t even imagine how full I’m going to feel when you knot me for the first time." Maxwell licked his lips, and Andrew felt a haze of desire cover his brain. Maxwell was in the same state, as he began to pull himself up, before slamming down again. Andrew’s hands gripped his waist, wanting to help him, to assist, but Maxwell nipped at his cheek in warning.

This was Maxwell’s time, and Andrew just had to sit back and enjoy.

Maxwell set a brutal pace, slowly withdrawing before slamming back down. Andrew could feel every small movement, every small twist and squeeze around his cock. He was honestly worried that the condom wasn’t even there with how good it felt.

"Focus, Baby. Or am I not good enough?" Maxwell whispered, his nails digging into Andrew’s skin and Andrew nearly swallowed his tongue. Who could not focus on this god before him? Watching Maxwell undulate his hips, riding his cock as water pounded the ground behind them, steaming up the room was a moment he’d remember forever. He’d have some wicked dreams about it too.