(BL)Alpha Made Chapter 555: An emergency is an emergency (suggestive)

They barely made it through the al before Andrew found himself pressing Maxwell against the table, kissing the man senseless. The containers were pushed off the table, thankfully mostly empty but still making a ss.

Maxwell didn’t discourage him. Instead, he sunk his fingers into Andrew’s hair, wrapping his legs around Andrew’s waist as Andrew sipped and sucked at Maxwell’s tongue.

Maxwell started it, of course. The man had been giving Andrew bedroom eyes the whole ti, asking Andrew to hand feed him, sucking on his fingers, making direct eye contact as he swirled his tongue around his fingers.

Andrew sohow managed to last until the dessert. It was fruit, fresh fruit, and god above, Andrew was just a man.

Maxwell knew exactly what he was doing, made even more clear when Maxwell called ’lights out’ before Andrew descended on his lips. Andrew tried to have control, tried not to make a ss, but the scent that filled his nostrils drove him even more insane.

"You sll so good." Andrew breathed, tearing his lips away from Maxwell’s so that he could press kisses to his throat, chin, cheeks. Maxwell laughed, his fingers sliding from Andrew’s hair and down to his shoulders, squeezing the skin there tightly.

"Do I? What do I sll like?" Maxwell asked, teasing, laughing even as his face flushed bright red. Andrew paused, taking a mont to inhale his scent deeply. Maxwell flushed more as Andrew exhaled through his mouth, practically panting.

"You sll like mine." Andrew growled. Maxwell’s smile froze on his face, his mouth opening slightly. Then he tugged Andrew down, pressing their lips together tightly.

"Say that again." Maxwell whispered against his lips. "Tell I’m yours again." It was a desperate plea, one that Andrew wasn’t going to resist.

"You’re mine. You sll like mine." Andrew told him and Maxwell made a soft little noise in the back of his throat before he pulled Andrew’s head down, sinking his teeth into Andrew’s throat.

"Mine." Maxwell whispered, pressing soft kisses against the stinging flesh. "Mine." Maxwell repeated.

Andrew felt like he was going to lose his damn mind.

"Fuck. I ant to give you a break." Andrew choked out and Maxwell let out a laugh.

"Who said you need to? Co on, big guy. Don’t you want to see what I put on?" Maxwell’s breath was warm against Andrew’s lips, a sweet temptation that Andrew had spent, god, half an hour resisting? His patience was up. Andrew let out a shaky breath, Maxwell’s smile growing as he knew that he’d won.

"Angel, I am trying my best to not hurt you. You’re already full, rember?" Andrew reminded him and Maxwell blinked up at him, all soft blue eyes and sweet lips.

"I told you not to fuck on my stomach. I never said I was full yet." Maxwell’s words were soft. Teasing. Andrew sucked in a deep breath.

"You’re not being very fair." Andrew pouted. He felt like he couldn’t catch his breath next to the man. He was pinning the man against the table, but it was Maxwell who was in complete control. Maxwell chuckled.

"I never said I would be. I even let you have your fun. We’ve eaten. Now I need to feed sothing else."

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Andrew knew that Maxwell wanted to tie him up. It was obvious, but that was still the one line that Andrew wouldn’t cross. He’d let the man have his way with him, ride him until Andrew was crying, tears in his eyes, stars behind his eyes, but he wasn’t going to let him tie him up.

First of all, Maxwell was asking to tie him up in the worst locations. Each place that Maxwell had suggested it, they were older locations, important locations that Andrew wasn’t even sure that they would be able to replace the furniture if they ruined it. Maxwell, as far as Andrew could rember, hadn’t suggested it in their own ho.

Either way, it was a no, so Andrew had to deal with a pouty, cocky, horny Maxwell.

Oh no. What a nightmare.

The night bled into day, Andrew sohow convincing Maxwell to stop riding his dick like it was his favourite workout equipnt so that they could get so rest. Andrew obviously agreed to sleep cuddled up with the man, his cock still inside of him.

He didn’t want to waste a drop of cum, though it did feel like they were being rather...liberal with the overflow.

Andrew tried not to think about that part.

The next few days were a blur of sex, sleep, and forcing Maxwell to eat when all the man wanted was the first of the list. Andrew was right to assu that they weren’t going to leave the property. He barely saw a hint that anyone else was with them here either.

It was only noticeable in the fact that whenever Andrew got a chance to convince Maxwell to go swimming with him, or to sit downstairs long enough to eat, or watch Andrew cook, when they ca back up to the bedroom they had fresh sheets. Andrew would have felt so embarrassed if Maxwell hadn’t told him that the family was just happy for him that he was happy. Flourishing.

That alone made any embarrassnt that Andrew had over the situation fade.

They weren’t completely cut off from the outside world. Unfortunately, on day five, Maxwell got a phone call that couldn’t be ignored. Sothing major happened at the company, sothing about one of their distributors calling and letting him know that they had to recall a product. It sounded serious, so even though Maxwell had been determined not to interrupt their honeymoon with work, Andrew let it slide.

Especially if it had to do with the safety of other ogas.

Andrew knew that Maxwell felt guilty, but he was fine. It also was good for Andrew to have a mont to just appreciate his man. Maxwell was working in one of Andrew’s shirts, his profile to Andrew so he could see the mark on the back of his neck, the bump that was still healing. His hair fell into his face, a laptop in his hands from the security team for monts like this. He was working away at the kitchen table while Andrew watched him from the living room instead of the beautiful view outside.

Stunning. Andrew had certainly married up. He knew that there would be people who would protest on principle since Andrew was ’true alpha royalty’ or so bullshit like that, but to Andrew? Maxwell was smart, efficient, could multitask and was sexy as hell. His mind always amazed Andrew. Even if Andrew was smart, they were smart in different ways.

Andrew let out a sigh, raising a glass of juice to his lips. He was drinking it out of a wine glass to feel fancy. He’d even mixed in so sparkling water to feel extra fancy, and Maxwell’s own wine glass sat next to his laptop while he spoke urgently into his headset.

Damn. And he had a butt plug in right now too.

Andrew wanted to be his butt plug.

Maybe he could convince him to go for another hot tub later? That had been fun. Lots of the water had ended outside of the hot tub by the end of it, but he was sure Maxwell wouldn’t mind. Andrew had made sure that he hadn’t passed out from overheating and overexertion. Andrew was a good husband.

Andrew remained seated, watching Maxwell work as the ti ticked on, only getting up to refill his drink and Maxwell’s and then to prepare dinner. Once Andrew was in the kitchen, he could feel Maxwell’s heated gaze on him.

Much like Andrew, Maxwell was a degenerate. He wouldn’t, couldn’t take his eyes off of Andrew’s ass, and maybe Andrew was playing into it.

After all, he had decided that Maxwell didn’t get to wear all of the pretty underwear he’d brought by himself.

Not all of them could fit Andrew, of course. They were two completely different sizes, but Maxwell had packed a few sets that were a little...stretchier. Andrew had gotten his hands on a pair of those and was wearing them under his grey sweatpants.

He was sure that Maxwell was staring in confusion since Andrew knew the sweatpants hid nothing. That was part of the reason why Andrew had packed them. He wanted Maxwell to watch him. Exactly the way that he was watching him now.

"Excuse , just one mont." That was music to Andrew’s ears, along with the sound of the chair scraping against the wooden floor. "Andy, what are you wearing?" Maxwell’s voice was firm, as if he hadn’t been able to shift from his work mode, he was so shocked.

Andrew turned to smile at him over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips.

"I’m just wearing the usual." Andrew told him. Maxwell narrowed his gaze.

"The usual?" He asked before Maxwell’s hands pald Andrew’s ass. He let out a gasp as he squeezed and Andrew let out a chuckle.

"Wow. You found sothing you like?" Andrew teased and Maxwell moved so that he could stare into Andrew’s face, his ears pink.

"Are you wearing so of my underwear?" He whispered, looking scandalised. "Now? Right now? While I’m working?" He was pretty upset and Andrew pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.

"Take your ti, Angel. I can wait." Andrew told him with a dangerous grin. "I just know you’re going to have a harder ti now." He was unrepentant and Maxwell’s jaw dropped. He scanned Andrew’s body, Maxwell’s scratches, bites and hickies all over his body. Possessive little man, just like Andrew liked him.

"You’re dead at once I’m done with work." He warned and Andrew nodded.

"Oh, I’m hopeful that’s the case."