(BL)Alpha Made

At this point, Maxwell shouldn’t complain about how many marks he had on him. Andrew was doing his best, but the man was a beast in a tiny form. A sex monster that was after Andrew’s cock and soul.

There was only so much self restraint a man could show when someone as hot and sexy threw themselves at Andrew over and over, and Andrew felt his desires slipping into uncontrollable territory.

Andrew knew it had to be because of the mirrors. Seeing Maxwell enjoy himself so much at every angle was really getting to him. Because of course they didn’t just lie down for bed and Andrew stuck his cock in Maxwell.

That was the wrong way to do it, and Andrew wasn’t a monster. No, he did what any respectable husband would do, and ate Maxwell’s ass out while Maxwell watched him do so. Then he slid his cock inside of him, covered up, and had his wicked way with the man.

Watching Maxwell as he clung to the sheets underneath him, his face twisted in pleasure as Andrew slammed his cock home inside of him over and over, never tired of the feeling, never tired of the way Maxwell squeezed him, the way the man clung to him and thrust his hips back against Andrew’s. The man looked sexy as hell, especially when he had his own spent passions on his chest, slowly making trails down towards the sheets.

Fuck. Andrew was honestly worried that his sex drive was getting worse, or if Maxwell was spurring it on. Andrew hadn’t been a slouch before, or a one pump chump, but thinking back on Maxwell’s heat...Andrew hadn’t really been able to keep up with him.

Now?

Now Andrew felt like if Maxwell even looked at him slightly suggestively his cock was attention, all day, every day.

Which meant Andrew had no troubles getting hard enough to keep his cock inside of Maxwell as they laid down after their few rounds of sex. Maxwell was covered in little marks and kisses, but Andrew wasn’t any different.

Maxwell had added a new bite mark to his clavicle, and Andrew felt the blood pulsing there like a brand. Maxwell had also made a mess of his back, clearly enjoying himself. When Andrew tucked himself around Maxwell, his arm under his head to support him as their hips were flush against each other. Maxwell squeezed Andrew’s cock, wiggling closer and Andrew groaned, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. Andrew was grateful for the leather collar that Maxwell wore to bed.

No funny business allowed. Andrew wouldn’t forgive himself especially if he marked Maxwell in his sleep. What a crime. A tragedy.