(BL)Alpha Made Chapter 554: A man’s honour

Andrew had checked their phones. Magically, they had both rembered to bring them upstairs when they had co up. That ant that Andrew was able to check that Maxwell had been texted that the food had arrived and the groceries had been unloaded into the pantry and fridge.

Andrew had gotten a separate text letting him know that his ’surprise’ had been laid out downstairs and Andrew had to laugh. It was a little too late for that, but he was sure that Maxwell was going to appreciate it even if it was late.

Andrew and Maxwell had gone for a light shower, just enough to wipe the gri off, and...a butt plug for Maxwell. Andrew had offered that he would remain hard and ready for Maxwell, but Maxwell had waved him off.

Not because he didn’t want to, but that Andrew would want to care for Maxwell for the whole dinner and the people who tended to this building would not be used to Andrew and Maxwell yet. Plus, Maxwell wasn’t exactly ready to walk down the stairs with Andrew still in him, not with caras around.

Andrew agreed, even if he was a little salty. He wanted to be able to carry Maxwell around, nestled inside of him, tend to him, feed him, care for him, all while making sure his seed never spilt. It was Maxwell’s body, however, and Andrew would respect all of his wishes. He had little to no say when it ca to that, and his decision was final.

Andrew just threw on so sweatpants, leaving his chest bare, the scratch marks from Maxwell’s fingers painting his arms, back and thighs.

When Maxwell realised what he’d done, he’d looked horrified. He had thrown on a loose-fitting linen shirt again and a pair of white shorts. He looked pretty and ethereal, while Andrew felt...horny.

Just the sight of the man’s calves was getting Andrew going. Damn, this man was his. Shit. What was he? A Victorian man who’d never seen an ankle?

"Are you alright?" Maxwell had asked, his hands fluttering over the marks like he was regretting them. Andrew, already feeling a little salty and pouty from not getting his way, pouted more.

"Do you want to cover them up? Because I’m not. You gave them to . They’re mine." Andrew growled, possessive over the little crescents that showed he’d given Maxwell exactly what he’d intended. Toe-curling pleasure.

Maxwell had looked up at the taller man, shocked at his bottom lip sticking out, his sour expression and crossed arms. Maxwell let out a shocked laugh, then covered his mouth.

"You can’t be serious. You’re upset that I’m worried about you?" Maxwell asked incredulously. Andrew huffed.

"I wanted them. Like you wanted your mark." Andrew muttered, and Maxwell’s eyes widened in understanding. He glanced at Andrew’s marks, the fact that Andrew wasn’t wearing a shirt and it was like sothing clicked in his mind. Andrew was being a bit less obvious about his intentions, but...Maxwell was able to pick up on it.

Maxwell didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arms around Andrew’s chest and squeezed, pressing his face against his chest and shoulder.

"You’re so cute." Maxwell mumbled. "My cute, hunky husband." Maxwell gushed. "God, I could just squeeze you to death." Andrew wrapped his arms around Maxwell easily, holding the man against him easily. He didn’t want to be squeezed to death, but he appreciated the sentint.

"You’re too cute too." Andrew told him, his saltiness fading the longer that Maxwell held him. They remained like that for a long mont before Maxwell let out a heavy sigh. He pulled back, looking like he wanted to do anything else.

"Co on. The sooner we eat, the sooner you can be back inside of ." Maxwell muttered, his ears pink. Andrew watched the man, staring at him for a long mont before he bent. He pressed a warm, wet kiss against Maxwell’s lips, only pulling away when Maxwell made a soft, sexy sound.

"Who said I’m going to wait till we get back to the room? You put on sothing else, didn’t you?" Andrew scanned the loose clothing, trying to see through it. The man had insisted on changing alone again and Andrew watched as the colour spread from his ears to his cheeks again.

"I-I threw a lot into my suitcase! Plus, you aren’t going to let wear it later, so I-"

"Who said I wouldn’t let you wear it later? I’ll even help you put it on." Andrew whispered and watched Maxwell swallow. This was nice. Being able to tease the man when he thought that Andrew was going to be that controlling.

Sure, Andrew knew that he could be, and he knew that Maxwell was preparing himself for, but it wasn’t like who Andrew had been this whole ti prior to them being mated and wed was a lie. Andrew just might get a little more growly now, a little more handsy, but he wasn’t going to change. That was the whole reason that Andrew had fought being an alpha for so damn long.

He didn’t want who he was fundantally to change.

"Angel, please rember that even though I am possessive of you, I’m always down for a good ti. My oga in pretty, frilly, lacy things that he packed just for ? Of course I’m going to want to see it, touch it, taste it. I’m not going to stop you from wearing it, I just might be pouty if you take too long putting it on." Andrew told him, scanning Maxwell’s face as he spoke.

Maxwell looked like a little tomato. A cute, flustered tomato.

Andrew slid his hand down to Maxwell’s, lacing their fingers together and raising them to Andrew’s lips. He pressed a tender kiss against the back of Maxwell’s hand and Maxwell’s gaze raised to Andrew’s eyes.

"Co on, Angel. Let’s get so food into you. I’m feeling a little crazy right now, and while I do want to feed you while my cock is buried deep inside of you, I can hold off for now. We have two weeks, I don’t need to cram all of my dirty thoughts into one day." Andrew said with a smile. Maxwell’s breath caught before he dropped his gaze, his face burning. He nodded.

"R-Right." It seed that Maxwell had forgotten that for a mont. Andrew squeezed his hand.

They left the room, hand in hand, the silence between them built from trust and love. It wasn’t tense, just perfect. They paused when Andrew wanted to look at sothing, paused when Maxwell wanted to check sothing, both andering to the kitchen even after their big speeches. No matter what, the two just liked to be in each other’s company, and that little bit of happiness made Andrew’s heart squeeze.

The food had been placed into a warming device that Andrew was unaware of how to even use. Maxwell seed well-versed, and explained that often, when he’d been a kid, his parents would order food for when everyone ca up from the ocean and then they would use this to keep it warm.

The crew here clearly hadn’t thought that they would co down so quickly, and honestly? Andrew was impressed that they had managed to get so much done in such a short ti. After all, Maxwell could be making a baby right now.

Andrew stared at the other man’s ass, thoughtful as it swished around the kitchen. God, they were making a baby. His Mom was going to be a grandmother. He was going to be a dad. A Daddy.

Andrew’s face flushed as he rembered that word leaving Maxwell’s lips and how his heart had stuttered. Yup, nope. He was ignoring that.

"Here, let help." Andrew ca up behind Maxwell, taking what looked to be a heavy plate from his grasp.

"I’ve got it, Andy." Maxwell told him tartly. "At the very least let grab the food. I know I’m going to be fighting a losing battle trying to feed myself." Andrew was surprised by the tone he was using, but he felt a little smirk cross his lips at his words. He bent, pressing a soft kiss against the pulsing red mark on the back of his neck. Maxwell nearly dropped what he was holding.

"Understood. I’ll take a step back and watch you work." Andrew told him. He was a big man, he could step back when he realised Maxwell was trying to take care of him in his own way. Maxwell liked to be in control, and it was a big thing that he was trying to find ways for them to both be happy.

So, Andrew stood back, watching Maxwell move. That tight little ass shifting as he moved, a glance of nipple in that loose shirt he was wearing, the soft little gasp Maxwell would make when the butt plug would rub just right.

Maxwell had no idea his face was flushed as he moved, and Andrew wasn’t going to bring it up. Andrew loved seeing him like this. Flustered, pretty and all his.

Andrew slid his gaze towards the cara, smirking as he stared up at it. He had no plans to do anything that would bring dishonour to the Beckett na, but he was thinking about adding to the legacy.

"There. Everything’s taken out. I think we should start with the oysters since they won’t taste good for much longer." Maxwell told him and Andrew made a soft noise of agreent in his throat. When Maxwell looked at him, he jerked. His face flushed further and he narrowed his blue eyes at Andrew. "Stop looking at like that. You were the one who insisted on eating." Maxwell reminded him and Andrew let out a soft smile.

"I know. We’re going to eat. Thank you for taking care of , Maxy. For setting the table and getting all of this ready." Andrew ant his words and watched as Maxwell’s mouth fell open, snapped closed and his spine stiffened.

"You’re welco. I’d do it in a heartbeat again." It sounded a bit like a threat, but Andrew just grinned. He walked around him, pulling out a chair and sitting down. Then, he patted his thighs.

"Co. Sit. Let’s get my oga fed, hmm?" Andrew watched what those words did to the other man. Maxwell’s face flushed down to shoulders, his body shaking slightly, but he wasn’t displeased. His eyes softened, his lips, already plush and pink, looked even more delectable.

"You aren’t playing fair." Maxwell accused, swallowing, and Andrew grinned at the soft words.

"No, I’m not, but you know what?" Andrew said, grinning. "I’m your alpha too. So co here, and let this alpha take care of his oga." Maxwell closed his eyes for a second, shivering, before he breathed out, opened his gaze and moved towards Andrew. He slid his hands to Andrew’s shoulders, sitting daintily in his lap like he hadn’t just been slamming his body against him, moaning Andrew’s na.

Andrew grinned.

"We’re going to get rid of every other chair in the house. This is your seat. As well as-" Andrew slowly was raising a hand to his face while Maxwell raised his own to stop him.

"I got it, Andy." Maxwell muttered. "We didn’t request that we turn off these caras. Behave yourself." He was blushing so hard Andrew thought it might hurt him. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Of course, my love. Let’s eat, hmm?"