(BL)Alpha Made Chapter 97: On the precipice of a heat

"I’m barely holding onto my sanity right now." Maxwell admitted, and Michael got to his feet.

"That’s terrible to hear, but I’m glad you’ve made the right choice. Andrew, don’t forget to feed the man, and lots of liquids Before anything starts, grab so water bottles and put them in the bedroom. Don’t forget to show him what we’ve talked about." Michael ordered, and Andrew nodded. Maxwell seed embarrassed, and a little confused, but said nothing more as Michael began to pack up his things.

"Thank you Michael. Did you bring the extra condoms?" Andrew asked, and Michael chuckled. He was stuffing so papers into his little handheld suitcase and shook his head.

"Did I bring the extra condoms? Andy, it’s like you don’t even know . I made sure you had even more than you requested, just to be on the safe side. If they don’t last you the whole heat, I’m not sure what I’m going to think of you two. I might even put out a case study on true alphas who have manifested late being freaks in the sheets." He teased, and Andrew laughed as Maxwell flushed.

"Hey, it’s not my fault that my partner is so attractive." Andrew protested warmly, and Michael laughed while Maxwell’s ears turned pink. Andrew ignored that in favour of making sure that Michael had everything he need and wouldn’t interrupt them.

"Mr. Beckett, I promise, you are making the right choice. For both your sake and Andrew’s. Enjoy your heat with the mind that Andrew wants to do this, your Doctor recomnds it, and it’s okay to live a little." Michael said, pulling his bag onto his shoulder. Andrew nodded, smiling, as Maxwell ran his hand over his face again.

"How much have you put into place?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew shared a look with Michael, who shrugged.

"As much as we could? I contacted your parents, and they got in contact with Mr. Newman." Maxwell nodded, and when he looked at Andrew, his gaze was a little cloudy.

"Okay. Alright. So I don’t need to worry." He muttered quietly, and Michael’s eyes widened as a wave of pheromones ca off of Maxwell.

"That is my cue to leave. Stay safe you two, and let know when your heat is done. Either through your phone, or Andy’s." Maxwell nodded slowly, his shoulders relaxing as Michael fled the house, taking a few cookies on the way out.

Andrew made sure to lock the door behind him, before he rushed to the kitchen, grabbing several bottles of Maxwell’s favourite water before rushing back to the bedroom and shoving them into each nightstand, and the dresser in the room. He did this trip two more tis before he was satisfied.

Maxwell wasn’t even watching him and instead seed to be bracing himself for sothing. Andrew had a feeling he was fighting his heat even as they had been speaking, and that was okay. Andrew was ready to catch him as soon as he stopped doing that.

Making sure that everything was ready, Andrew even made sure to light so candles in the room while Maxwell remained in the living room. He hadn’t expected that Maxwell wouldn’t follow him into the bedroom, so this was like a little treat for him.

He wanted to make sure that his heat was perfect. That the two of them had a good ti, and that Maxwell didn’t feel bad when he woke up from his heat and was himself again.

He wanted it to be special.

So, he took his ti, making sure that everything they would need was within reach, and if it wasn’t, Andrew knew where it was. By the ti that he went to go get Maxwell, he had a flush across his cheeks, and he’d undone a few of the buttons on his shirt.

"You still with ?" He asked gently, and Maxwell nodded. He licked his lips, his pheromones seductive and filling Andrew’s whole body. If he was a lesser man, Andrew would have pounced and ruined all of his hard work. But Andrew was not, and so, he took Maxwell’s hand in his own, giving it a soft tug.

"Barely." Maxwell answered, his voice a little soft and wispy. Andrew didn’t mind, and led him towards the bedroom.

"Okay. Well, I want to go over so things with you that Michael and I discussed, and I want to get your consent on a few things before you beco even more of a lust demon." Maxwell’s gaze focused, and he glanced up at Andrew.

"Even more?" He repeated, confused, and Andrew smiled at him.

"Yes. You always are an incubus, but I have a feeling you’ll be even worse. Your lips are still a little swollen." Andrew teased, and Maxwell pouted.

"I had no idea you viewed that way." He muttered quietly, and Andrew gave his hand a squeeze.

"Not all the ti. Well, maybe sotis more than I should. You’re just so attractive to that I have a hard ti separating the in the mood Maxwell from the busy Maxwell." Maxwell was clearly having a hard ti processing what Andrew was saying, and that only made him chuckle. "I wouldn’t worry about it. Just know that I like all of you, Maxy." Andrew said, and watched as the smaller man swallowed thickly.

"O-Oh. Okay." Andrew turned, leading him back into the bedroom and Maxwell halted at the door.

"Do you like it?" Andrew asked, staring at his handiwork.

The candles weren’t real ones, since he was worried about fires, but instead were those little LED ones that had a long battery life. They decorated the bedroom, and Andrew had also laid out so rose petals in decoration. He hadn’t made a heart or anything silly like that, but he had tried to make it feel romantic. He’d hidden the other ’gifts’ from Michael around the side of the bed that Maxwell couldn’t see from the doorway.

Andrew watched Maxwell’s expression, curious what his reaction would be. He wasn’t expecting the way that Maxwell’s eyes watered, or how he covered his face.

"You did this for ?" He asked softly, and Andrew nodded.

"I know we’ve slept together a lot now, but that doesn’t an that this isn’t a special ti for us. Spending a heat together is a big deal, and I wanted to make it special. Is this okay? Do you like it?" Andrew asked again, and Maxwell gave a jerky nod. He raised his arm to wipe at his eyes with his sleeve, sniffing.

"Like it? No one has ever done sothing like this for before." Maxwell whispered, and Andrew felt a swell of pride in his chest.

"Well, you better get used to it. I’ve got to make sure that you are wined and dined, sir." Maxwell glanced up at him, and Andrew gave him a goofy grin. "How else am I going to keep such a beautiful man by my side?" The tears spilled over, and Maxwell got on his tippy toes and reached for Andrew. He t him halfway, their lips colliding as Maxwell kissed him desperately.

Andrew let him, his worries about his teeth gone after Maxwell had thrown a fit over not receiving kisses. It had been rather cute, even if it had scared Andrew to near death.

Maxwell’s tongue was a force to be reckoned with, and Andrew wasn’t going to stop him. He knew his grip was a little tight on the smaller man, but he too was now on edge with the pheromones of the man he loved filling the air.

"Max, Angel, we still have so things we need to go over." Andrew whispered against his lips, and Maxwell whimpered.

"Why?" He protested, whining, and Andrew chuckled.

"Because I am not cumming in you when you’re like this, and you are going to be upset about it unless I get your consent." Maxwell puffed out his cheeks, cute as all hell, and Andrew almost gave into him. Leaning in, he pressed kisses against this jaw and neck, Maxwell sighing in bliss from his lips on his skin. "Co on, you’ll like it once you know what it is." Andrew promised, tempting him, and Maxwell groaned.

"Fuck, alright. I’ll listen so more before I undress you." Andrew’s heart raced in his chest at those tart words, but he didn’t waste any ti. Even without Michael’s experience, he could tell that Maxwell wasn’t going to listen to him outside of things related to the bedroom for long.

"You’ve heard of fake cum before, yes?" Andrew confird, and Maxwell flushed.

"Well, sorta." He muttered, and Andrew chuckled, staring down at the soft, warm man below him. God, he just wanted to be inside of him.

"It’s like cum, but without the sperm in it. I was hoping you would allow to use a tube on a stopper to fill you with cum whenever you got too antsy that I was wearing condoms. And I planned to ’lie’ to you and say the condom broke. How do you feel about that?" Maxwell froze. His expression, everything, as he processed the words Andrew had said. "Of course, if you don’t want to lie, I can think of sothing else. I just have a feeling you’re going to complain about the condoms." Andrew got out quickly, worried by Maxwell’s reaction.

"Will it...be cold?" Maxwell got out, and Andrew let out a deep, relieved breath.

"I’ll make sure it’s warm." He promised, and watched as Maxwell’s throat worked.

"How...how full are we talking?" He asked, and Andrew knew he’d got him. Pressing a kiss against his cheek, he smiled smugly.

"As full as you want, Baby."