Chapter 99: A flash of heat (m)
Andrew hadn’t been fully sober when he’d experienced his rut, and because his pheromones weren’t fully stable at the time, it wasn’t better for him to ride out the whole rut by just having sex.
Yes, he had spent that one, whole day tormenting Maxwell, but after that, they had him on rut suppressants that were supposed to work on true alphas. Thankfully, they did, and Maxwell and Andrew could go about their regular days after that. So Andrew had an idea of what a heat was going to be like, but he didn’t know.
It wasn’t until 12 hours in that everything settled into place.
He had been right to worry that Maxwell was going to want to ring him dry of every ounce of semen in his body, so he had come up with other options. Leading Maxwell into...different ideas.
Those thoughts, those words Maxwell had said in the car the other day? Why not try it now? What was holding him back from rubbing his cock along Andrew’s abs? Nothing, truly. Since Andrew loved the idea of having a horny, hot and bothered Maxwell on top of him, rocking his hips into the dips and valleys of his stomach muscles.
Andrew even held his pecs together so that Maxwell could slide his cock along them.
Staring up at Maxwell’s flushed face, his lips slightly open and wet as he panted. The not so quiet moans as he rocked his hips, finding his pleasure, and the wet, damp heat that flooded from him, making Andrew’s body slick and easy to glide across.
Andrew knew that when, not if, their heat and rut aligned, they were going to be in trouble. One of them was going to have to dampen the experience with suppressants, most likely Andrew, because Andrew wouldn’t be able to resist this Maxwell.
And Maxwell was begging. Begging for what?