Andrew's vision felt dim. He felt focused on the man in front of him. He almost ran into the doorway as he stalked after Maxwell who was walking backwards towards the bed. Maxwell's upper body was flushed, his steps hurried. So much so that he had underestimated how close he was to the bed and tripped, falling back onto the soft bed with his eyes wide.

"Condoms." Maxwell rasped as Andrew came to a standstill at the edge of the bed. Andrew let out a soft growl and Maxwell gulped. "Andrew. You don't want me pregnant at the wedding." Maxwell told him and Andrew scowled at him.

He was making too much sense. Andrew didn't want to hear him talking about anything logical anymore. All he wanted to hear was how Maxwell sounded when he was wrapped around his dick, sobbing for more.

Andrew's hand slid down towards his cock, his hand wrapping around it and watched how Maxwell's gaze watched his every move. Andrew felt his lips curl up slightly, stroking his cock slowly as Maxwell shifted on the bed. He moved so that he was able to get a good view of what Andrew was doing.

"Condoms." Maxwell whispered, forcing himself to tear his gaze away from Andrew to reach for the nightstand. He turned his back, exposing that delicious ass he had and at the same time that Maxwell opened the drawer and reached inside, Andrew pounced.

His hands landed on Maxwell's ass, squeezing the juicy thing and making Maxwell make a surprised noise as he pulled his hand out of the drawer with a few packs of condoms.

"Andy." He scolded, breathless as he dropped the boxes. Andrew had yanked him down the bed, closer to the edge so that Andrew didn't have to move. He was licking his lips. Damn, he was salivating at the thought of how tight Maxwell was going to be around his cock. How wet and warm he was, squeezing him so tightly.

"I want to cover you from head to toe in my cum." Andrew murmured and Maxwell was staring up at him with wide eyes. Maxwell had flipped himself over again, hiding that juicy thing that he liked from him, but that was okay. There was plenty to stare at.

"You really are in rut. I should…text someone to let them know." Maxwell muttered as Andrew's amber gaze slid up his body, reaching Maxwell's gaze. He'd lingered on a few places along the way up. HIs ankles, thighs, that pretty cock of his, his belly button and the softness of his stomach. Those perky nipples, his collar bone, chin, cheeks and then finally, his blue gaze. They were pools, swimming with emotion.

Andrew felt a little naughty noticing how most of the emotions he was feeling were sexual and directed towards him.

"You're going to text someone right now? That's mean." Andrew pouted, upset and watched how Maxwell shivered.

"Someone needs to know if we aren't available tomorrow." Maxwell told him and Andrew let out a slow, dangerous laugh.

"Oh, I'll be available tomorrow. You won't." Andrew warned. Maxwell let out a soft gasp.

"What do you mean by that?" Maxwell was challenging him. Andrew could feel it. He looked at him, pressed his glasses firmly against his face and leaned in. He crawled on top of the smaller man, slow, deliberate.

"I am going to fuck the shit out of you." Andrew promised, watching Maxwell's body as he reacted to those words. Maxwell's breathing altered, growing ragged as his body wiggled on the bed. His pheromones came out of him in a burst and Andrew let out a loud, intentional inhale. Maxwell whimpered. "Delicious." Andrew told him.

Maxwell's fingers were unsure what they should do. It was clear that he wanted to grab onto Andrew, but that he was resisting for some reason. He shouldn't. Andrew wanted those little hands digging into his flesh. Telling Andrew how good he was doing by how hard he was trying to rend his body apart.

Maxwell always marked him up when he did something the right way. It was like a badge of honour. If he had anyone to brag to about it. He just looked at them in the mirror alone, happy.

The sound of a condom opening distracted Andrew before Maxwell shifted slightly on the bed, sliding down a little bit so that he could reach Andrew's cock and slide the condom on. Andrew narrowed his gaze.

"You're too focused on other things." Andrew accused and Maxwell slid his gaze up.

"Someone has to be." Maxwell told him. "You're like this for me when I'm in heat." Maxwell reminded him and Andrew pouted again.

"I don't like it. Focus. On me, Maxy." Andrew told him and Maxwell blinked, his face flushing.

"Oh. I will, promise. Just one more thing and then I'm all yours." Maxwell told him. Andrew made a soft growling noise in the back of his throat, his pheromones coming out to wrap around Maxwell. Andrew watched as his eyes fluttered closed for a second, a soft moan leaving his lips as he was affected by Andrew's pheromones.

He shivered, but still somehow managed to grab his phone and send a text off before shutting said phone down and turning to face Andrew. Once he was done, he raised his arms up, wrapping his hands around the back of Andrew's neck.

"I'm all yours, baby. Do what you want with me." Maxwell told him, his voice husky. Andrew scanned Maxwell's body with his gaze, his cock so hard it was aching.

"Anything?" He asked and watched as Maxwell's smile grew.

"Well, don't get me pregnant." Maxwell told him and Andrew felt his nostrils flare. That hadn't been on his list, but now that he had been told no, he was upset. He pouted again and Maxwell chuckled. He used his hold that he had on the back of Andrew's neck to pull himself up and press kisses against Andrew's jaw. "Don't get upset." Maxwell told him.

"You told me no." Andrew was throwing a fit. He knew it, but Maxwell was clearly amused about the reason behind it.

"You told me no first, I'm just upholding our deal to each other." Maxwell said and that only made Andrew more annoyed.

"You're still thinking too much." Andrew said with a narrow gaze. Maxwell's expression was soft as he looked up at Andrew, slowly pressing their lips together in a soft kiss.

"You know how to fix that, don't you?" Maxwell spoke against Andrew's lips. The soft sweetness of the man wrapping around him. Andrew let out a shaky breath. Maxwell was out to play for real now. He hadn't lied when he said he only had a few things to do before he would turn his attention towards him.

Andrew's hands clenched into fists.

"I want to feel you on my cock. Screaming, crying, feeling good." Andrew whispered in response and watched as Maxwell's breathing hitched before a devious, dangerous smile touched his lips.

"Do you think you can get me to scream?" Maxwell teased and Andrew let out a harsh breath.

"I know I can." He said with confidence and Maxwell's grip on the back of his neck tightened.

"Bold words from you. I think I'd rather you show me." Maxwell pressed a teasing kiss against Andrew's lips, but Andrew was at his breaking point. He pulled the man in, his hands going to the back of Maxwell's neck to control him and the other sliding under him so that he could hold onto his back. He wanted to be able to maneuver him any way he wanted to.

"Open up." Andrew growled before Andrew began to devour the man. Teeth, lips, tongues, Andrew swallowed every moan that the man made as they kissed. He wanted to make the man weak from kisses alone, his grip on the back of his neck giving him enough control to fight against the control freak.

It was also a good reminder that Maxwell was wearing his collar.

Andrew wasn't sure how long they kissed, he didn't care. He just wanted to taste, devour. By the time that he was done kissing his lips and moving down his body, Maxwell was breathing heavily and he was leaking from his cock and ass. Andrew loved seeing that.

Andrew made sure that every inch of his body wasn't neglected as he made his way down. Pausing to lick and bite at his collarbone, his chin and cheeks. His nipples? One of his favourite snacks. Little pin pricks that helped Maxwell make the sweetest sounds. Maxwell's hands slid into Andrew's hair, the little tugs and twists telling Andrew just how happy Maxwell was with everything he was doing.

Andrew slid down, kissing his sweet, soft stomach that helped show off how deep Andrew could go inside of him. The home of Andrew babies when they were done with the damn deal. A very important place.

Andrew kissed his belly button, looking up at Maxwell as he did so. The contrast of his blush against the blue of his gaze was something that drove Andrew crazy. He could make any man do anything for him if he looked at him with that gaze.

Maxwell's hands were painfully tight in his hair as Andrew kissed along the edge of his cock and balls. His teeth grazing the tender, sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Andrew knew he was leaking all over the place, but he wanted to bruise him. Bite him. Make sure that no other alpha would come near him since he was so clearly marked.

The bright pink spots, almost purple with how hard Andrew made them on the delicate pale skin of Maxwell's inner thighs, soothed a part of Andrew that was roaring to mark him.

Andrew slid up and away from Maxwell's crotch, kissing his calves and ankles, nipping on the bones there before he slid back down. He could tell Maxwell was ready to complain. Ready to file a complaint with him, but Andrew wouldn't have that.

He slid Maxwell into his mouth in one motion, taking him deep into his mouth. Sucking, licking, savouring the way that Maxwell let out a shout of shock before he melted into the bed.

Maxwell wasted no time in thrusting his hips against Andrew's mouth and Andrew wanted to grin. Fuck. He loved this man. He wanted everyone to know how much he loved the man.

No one would be able to dispute it if he marked him, would they?