Andrew shoved Maxwell's face against the wall, his hands behind his back, in Andrew's grasp as Maxwell's moans filled the air.
Andrew had speared the man on his cock, using his position to keep Maxwell's feet off of the ground so that the only thing keeping him safe from falling was Andrew's thick cock, and the hold he had against his head on the wall.
Maxwell was a mess, but so was Andrew. Maxwell had made a wet spot everywhere they had fucked. The man cuming so much that Andrew would have been worried if Maxwell didn't enthusiastically agree with everything that Andrew did.
Even now, the man was wiggling his hips, eager for Andrew to plunge his cock into him deeper. Andrew had only had to shove his head against the wall because Maxwell had attempted to turn around and suck on his nipple.
Andrew's lips had twitched at that.
He was happy to give up control in theory, but in practise? There was a reason Andrew was pinning him everywhere.
"Andy. Andy. Andy." Maxwell was chanting with each thrust, the sound of Andrew's nickname on the man's lips spurring Andrew on. He was so good at working Andrew up, and he knew it.
Andrew continued to fuck Maxwell, letting the man twitch, moan, squeeze him tightly as he pressed him against the wall, letting the man fall harder and faster onto his cock. Maxwell came over and over, and Andrew didn't stop even after he'd knotted. He rocked his hips, thrusting deeper, and felt Maxwell just soak the floor with his cum from his ass and his cock as Andrew did that.
The knot apparently rubbed against just the right spot when he was this deep, turning the pain into straight pleasure that had Maxwell's legs kicking, twitching, and Maxwell's eyes rolling back into his head.
Andrew could feel his own cock twitching, pouring more and more cum into the condom. He made sure to change it out every time right now, sure that he was cuming enough that it would be too risky otherwise.
Andrew's next position was similar to what he'd done on the bed, but also similar to what he'd just done. He turned Maxwell around, a limp body in his arms from how much pleasure he'd given him, and put his back against the wall. Then, he pinned his legs up, using his own shoulders to do so. He let his hands dangle at his side, ready to pin them if they became a problem, and positioned him so that he was at the right height to be pummeled by Andrew's cock.
He took a second to switch out the condom, slide a new one on, before he began another brutal pace. Thrusting himself in and out of the sweet, wet hole that was Maxwell right now. Maxwell's head lolled back, his throat on full display as he moaned his agreement to the whole situation.
His hands came up, but they were to cling to Andrew's arms, his nails carving long, nearly painful marks down his arms. Andrew could barely feel it, his intention so focused on finding his own pleasure and making sure that Maxwell was with him every step of the way.
It was no fun if Maxwell wasn't having fun. Watching the man twitch and jerk, his legs kick out when Maxwell felt something a little too strong made this all the more fun. The way his eyes kept rolling back into his head, the fluid that coated Andrew's cock and made each thrust easier and easier until Andrew was worried he was going to make a damn mess himself.
The way Maxwell made a little whimpering noise each time Andrew pulled his cock out?
It was music to Andrew's ears.
Andrew ground his cock against Maxwell, his balls slapping against his flesh with each thrust. He had a feeling they were going to be tender tomorrow, but he didn't give a fuck. This was too good to give up on.
Maxwell's face clenched, his jaw tight as he came again, squeezing Andrew tightly. This was the first time that Maxwell came without anything coming out of his cock, and Andrew felt a purely male grin cross his face. He'd done that. Made Maxwell cum without ejaculating. Now he just needed to see how many more times he could do it.
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At one point, one of Maxwell's ties got involved. This was to free up Andrew's hands so that he could twist Maxwell around with his hands bound. Maxwell gave permission, his eyes heavy, his lips swollen, and his body used and abused. He still wanted more of course.
Andrew knew that Maxwell was greedy by nature, especially when it came to him. It was something that made Andrew's heart warm with affection every time he made it obvious. Maxwell was making sure that Andrew was happy in his own way. Andrew would also have to make it clear after this that this wasn't a common thing. Andrew could feel the aggression leaving his body with each orgasm, each position shift was taking away any stress that Andrew had.
Andrew knew it wasn't exactly right that he was taking it out on Maxwell, but Maxwell made no complaints. At least, not ones that told him to stop. He'd demand kisses, deep ones, in positions that meant that Maxwell was pinned further than Andrew had wanted, but Maxwell didn't complain.
He wanted his kisses, he was going to get his damn kisses. Even if it made his tremble and gasp with how deeply he felt Andrew inside of him. Even if it meant that Andrew, with his large cock, was touching places he'd never been before.
Maxwell even let the man push his face into the sheets, hips raised, and fuck him without the mirror. Only once. He only let that fly once, before he said he wouldn't do it again.
Andrew was grateful. He was appreciative of the man letting him just…fuck him.
Did that mean that Andrew wasn't tender throughout? Oh, absolutely not.
There was a point in time where Andrew pushed Maxwell up the wall, his legs around his head, and Andrew ate and sucked the man until he was squeezing Andrew's head like a watermelon.
He made sure to take care of his man. Made sure that Maxwell wasn't torn, with his own damn mouth and hands. The contacts made sure of that.
Andrew could see every little thing he was doing to Maxwell as the night went on, and could see every little thing that Maxwell was doing to him too. The nips, the claw marks, the bite marks.
Maxwell wasn't letting Andrew get out of this unscathed, even with his hands tied. The thought alone made Andrew smile. Maxwell, even being submissive, wasn't submissive in the slightest.
Andrew wasn't sure how long he'd fucked Maxwell, twisting, pulling, bending, folding the man into positions that normally, Maxwell would not be okay with. It had to be hours, and Andrew knew that was the case when he ran out of condoms.
He was using them as a one and done situation, which normally wasn't the case, but that put a halt to what they were doing. Andrew was not risking it. Especially since he had never not knotted for Maxwell.
If he was cuming like a normal alpha, maybe, but he wasn't.
He was cuming like a man infatuated with his fiancé.
Andrew, cuming into the last condom, glanced around. He pushed his hair out of his face, staring down at the limp Maxwell. He wasn't telling Andrew that he was done, but there were signs. Andrew was pretty much finished as well.
Any tension he had was gone, his shoulders were relaxed, and he was starting to feel how tender his balls were. He'd been thrusting so hard that they might be bruised. Maxwell looked like a limp, pretty doll on his cock, and Andrew, after pushing the hair out of his own face, reached down and tenderly pushed the hair out of Maxwell's face.
He knew the man was still breathing due to how quickly his chest was rising and falling. Maxwell opened his eyes slowly at the gentle touch, turning his dazed gaze towards Andrew. He licked his lips, and Andrew could feel his cock stirring at that little motion.
He was a damn monster, getting worked up again given how exhausted Maxwell was.
"How are you doing, my love?" Andrew asked and watched as Maxwell sighed dramatically.
"I feel fine. Perfectly normal." Maxwell said, his rough, breathy voice telling Andrew that he was lying. He was even smirking as he said the words, and Andrew chuckled. He was still knotted in the man, unable to move, to pull out completely yet.
"Hey, none of that. I would be upset if you felt perfectly normal after all of the effort I just put into making you feel the opposite of that." Andrew told him and Maxwell chuckled. He shifted, his hands behind his back as he let out a soft sigh.
"Alright, you caught me. I'm pretty tired." Maxwell admitted and Andrew chuckled. He leaned in, pressing a kiss against his lips.
"We've run out of condoms, so this is the end, Angel. Shall I wash you up?" Andrew asked, already gently lifting the man up so that he could take him to the bathroom. Maxwell smiled.
"Asking when you're already planning to do so, hmm? Feels very similar to a situation I just found myself in." Maxwell teased, before he sighed. "I'm fine with that. God, I wonder what time it is?" Maxwell pondered out loud and Andrew chuckled. He held the man in his arms tenderly, his heart beating for the man there.
He was so lax, so trusting, and had been so all night. That broke parts of Andrew, reshaped him. They hadn't done anything like this before, and it was partially on Andrew for not settling boundaries beforehand, but Maxwell was also so giving that he just…forgot.
He would make sure that didn't happen again, but then again, Maxwell was very good at making sure his boundaries weren't pushed.
"Next time," Maxwell said sleepily as Andrew turned on the shower. "Next time, you're getting tied up." Maxwell warned, and Andrew blinked, before he swallowed. Alright. That was probably fair.
Even though Andrew didn't like it all that much, Maxwell had done it for him. Andrew could humour him for a little bit.
"You have to choose if you want my hands or legs tied up. Not both. I didn't do both to you." Andrew told him, laying down his own boundary and Maxwell chuckled.
"Deal." Maxwell agreed, before letting Andrew wash him, dry him off, clothe him, and tuck him into bed. Maxwell passed out as soon as his head hit the fresh sheets that Andrew had changed when Maxwell was resting in his closet in his nest. Andrew fell asleep shortly after as well.
His body exhausted, his heart full, and his fiancé in his arms. Life was good.