Chapter 433: Let’s make a mess (m)
Andrew nearly cried when he sunk into the warm, soft, welcoming embrace of Maxwell. It was more than coming home. It was more than just a connection between the man that he loved and his body. It was something on such a different, emotional level that Andrew had a hard time coming up with the words to explain it.
He, Andrew, didn’t last long in their first, missionary round. Maxwell wasn’t far behind him when Andrew came either. They hadn’t had a chance to touch each other like this for a while, both men abstaining so that they could get through the stress of the previous week, and now this one as well.
It was just a nice little round to get the edge off, because Andrew?
He had plans. Plans that Maxwell was the feature star of.
In the second round Andrew kept Maxwell on his back, but changed slightly. He pulled his legs closer, tighter and angled Maxwell so that Andrew was plunging his cock into his ass while his legs were pressed against his chest. It was a position that Maxwell was familiar with, and enjoyed, but also restricted some of his movement.
It was clear from the way that Maxwell was moaning, the soft glances he gave, and the way he gripped onto any flesh of Andrew’s that he could that the man was enjoying it. His ass was squeezing Andrew tightly, holding onto him as if he didn’t want to let Andrew go. For a moment, Andrew did just that.
He plunged his cock all the way inside of the man, heard the breathy gasp as he did so, and felt it as the man convulsed around him. Andrew’s teeth clenched and he let out a deep, guttural moan of his own as Maxwell tried to milk his cock. He let the man flutter on his cock, as if his ass was trying to remember what his cock felt like exactly.
Andrew could barely keep his eyes open from the pleasure of the act, so he just reveled in the moment. Wiggled his hips a little, giving Maxwell more to squeeze and Maxwell let out a low, whimpering moan. His nails dug into Andrew’s thighs, his fingers claws. Andrew glanced down, saw the ring on his finger, and felt his cock swell.
It was a punch to the gut, a good kind, to see the ring he’d helped design on the man’s finger. A potent reminder of what they were committing to each other, how they were committing to each other. That this wasn’t just normal sex, this was sex with a confirmed love one. Someone who would become his partner for the rest of his life.
Fuck. It made Andrew emotional. His chest tight, his emotions high. He wanted to fuck his brains out, and also treat him so tenderly that he could fall asleep in his arms. Both sides were conflicted within him. Arguing over who would be better at this moment.
Maxwell, as usual, helped Andrew make that decision.
"Baby, please move. I love the way you feel in me, but I want to cum. Fuck me already, like you said you would." Maxwell’s soft begging set Andrew on the right track. He was right. Andrew had made a promise, and he needed to follow through. Maxwell didn’t like liars, and Andrew said that he would.
The softer, tender side of him could come out after. Right now? Andrew needed to pin the man to the bed and plunge his cock in and out of the wet, desperate ass of Maxwell. The man he loved, but he also knew could take a pounding.
Andrew bent Maxwell more, leaning over so he could press his cock in deeper, and kiss the man’s lips. He swallowed his moans as Andrew began to move his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of the man below him. Maxwell could only move his hands, scratching at Andrew with intent.
Maxwell fought Andrew’s tongue in his mouth, not letting up control and it only made Andrew smile. Andrew slowly turned Maxwell until he was on his side, his legs pressed together and pulled up against his chest. His hole was dripping, his arms pinned above his head and Andrew was using his chest to hold him down as he pounded his cock into the man.
Drilled him into the sheets.
Maxwell’s chest, ears and neck were red from pleasure, his eyes were watery, but not from fear or rage. He was a mess, his hair slightly damp as Andrew continued to fuck him until he came to a jarring stop, his cock swelling as he came. Andrew kept Maxwell’s hands pinned above his head, sliding his hand down from where he had been pinning Maxwell’s legs and grabbed Maxwell’s cock.
He made the man cum on his knotting cock, the man choking, twitching as he came. Andrew watched every second of Maxwell’s facial expressions as he did so. Every soft little twitch. The way his eyes widened slightly, blinking a few extra times. The soft, double exhale right before he moaned loudly as he came. The way his head tilted back, his neck muscles in stark contrast and the black, velvet line of the collar on said throat.
A temptation.
A warning.
Andrew hummed, leaning in to press a few open mouthed kisses against his throat and felt how Maxwell tightened around his already enormous cock.
"You’re being bad." Maxwell choked out and Andrew chuckled, pressing a closed mouth kiss against the collar.
"You’re just too handsome." Andrew murmured, pulling back to stare down at the man. His cock hadn’t unknotted at this point, but he was already planning in his head. "You’re okay to continue?" Andrew asked. He wanted to make sure Maxwell was with him the whole way.
He watched as pleasure filled Maxwell’s expression, before he smiled at the other man. He twitched his arms, as if he wanted to move them out from under Andrew’s grip but Andrew didn’t budge.
"Baby, you’ll know when I’m not with you 100%. I’ll probably just pass out." Maxwell told him and Andrew gulped.
"Don’t say that. That sounds like you wouldn’t tell me no." Andrew warned and Maxwell chuckled.
"Hmm. Fair point. I’m sure there are some things I would say no to. Like peeing on me." Andrew made a face at the quiet, easy way that Maxwell said that.
"I like showers, but not for those reasons." Andrew joked, but could tell that while Maxwell laughed, he didn’t get it. Andrew would leave that one alone. The man didn’t need to know what golden showers meant since they weren’t going to be doing them. Andrew didn’t have that kind of kink anyways.
Andrew’s cock softened enough that the knot faded, Andrew pulled out his cock and tied up the old condom and opened and slid on another. Then, he had Maxwell lie on his stomach, pinned his legs together under him, and gave him a pillow to hold onto.
Andrew held his chest down into the bed, but the angle of the pillow meant that Maxwell could still breathe. He wasn’t going to suffocate him accidentally, but Andrew warned him that Maxwell was to use the mirrors around them and not turn around.
Maxwell was a little nervous about this position because he couldn’t see Andrew truly, but the man was still soaked, and he agreed, so Andrew wasn’t worried.
Andrew spread his cheeks, those thick, bouncy things, before he slid his cock deep inside, home where he belonged. Maxwell’s gasp was music to his ears as Andrew positioned himself on either side of Maxwell.
He waited for Maxwell to adjust to this new position all of five seconds before he started fucking him. Maxwell held onto the pillow for dear life as Andrew thrust his cock deep inside of him. Andrew had both of his hands on either side of Maxwell, using gravity to fuck Maxwell harder and deeper.
The sound of the bed squeaking with the force of his thrusts, the heavy breathing from Andrew, and the almost surprised sounding moans from Maxwell filled the air until Maxwell’s body twitched without his control and Andrew could feel him tightening.
Andrew bent, pressing a kiss against his shoulder, and unable to stop himself, halted how aggressively he was fucking the man to trail his kisses across his back and shoulders.
"Cuming, Angel? Cuming from my cock? Go ahead. Squeeze me dry." Andrew murmured and felt how tight Maxwell got from his words. Maxwell’s soft whimpers filled the air before he turned his head, his eyes desperate.
"K-Kiss me." Maxwell demanded and Andrew grinned. He broke the rules for a kiss, but Andrew wasn’t going to deny the man that. It was an easy thing to give, especially since it was Maxwell underneath him.
Andrew kissed the man through his orgasm, then gently, but intentionally, pushed Maxwell’s head away and down into the pillow. To the side, of course, but the intent was clear.
Maxwell’s breath was coming hard and fast as Andrew continued to fuck him till he found his own release. Andrew’s hands left marks on his pale skin, his hands a contrast all on their own. When he would pull his hands away, outlines in pink remained.
It made Andrew cum harder, his knot even thicker as he stared down at the body below him. His body. His omega.
"Oh fuck." Maxwell muttered. "You’re so fucking big in this position. I feel so full." Maxwell’s words were sweet nothings to Andrew’s ears. At the same time, Andrew was striving to hear those words over and over. Maxwell had no idea how full of Andrew he was about to be.
Andrew licked his lips, and caught Maxwell’s eye in the mirror. Maxwell was lying under him, his face shocked as he took in the predator-like expression on Andrew’s face, his cocky grin, and the way his chest was rising and falling.
Maxwell let out a soft whimper, his ass clenching around Andrew tightly.
"I have a meeting at 3." Maxwell muttered, and that was all the permission Andrew needed.