(BL)Alpha Made

Maxwell normally hated weddings. Didn’t matter if it was his own family, or if it was someone else’s.

In fact, it was one of the reasons he’d been so insistent against marriage. He never wanted to be at the center of all of that attention. His family also had so many strange traditions, three different receptions, several before photo shoots, a drinking portion that normally wouldn’t be avoided but Amir was pregnant, so that wasn’t going to happen this time.

There were more, but Maxwell didn’t bother to list them. He’d never cared before, but now, he had Andrew.

Glancing at the man he was dragging by the hand whose face was still flushed, he wanted to curse.

He looked so damn pretty in his lavender suit with a flushed face. Fuck. He couldn’t believe that other people got to see this. He knew that he’d participated in making him this way, but he’d gotten so caught up in the moment he forgot that there were photographers and other people who could have malicious intentions towards him.

Those damn piranhas didn’t deserve to see Andrew like this. This was supposed to be something for Maxwell’s eyes only.

He was even more pissed that he couldn’t mess Andrew up as much as he wanted. They still had one more damn reception, when all he wanted to do was use the silk ties he’d packed away and tie Andrew up to the four poster bed like he’d been planning since Andrew agreed to come to the wedding.

He knew the silk probably wouldn’t hold up to Andrew’s strength, but he also knew that if Andrew did break it, it would be fucking hot.

God, he was so horny and pissed right now. It didn’t help that every once in a while Maxwell would feel Andrew’s cum leak out of him. It was everything he’d wanted, but he also wanted more.

Damn it. He hadn’t been like this before he met Andrew. He’d been strict about condoms, safe sex, everything. It was almost as if when he met Andrew everything he’d known got thrown in the trash.

Forget weddings, Maxwell was reconsidering everything he’d always said no to.