CHAPTER 474: THEY ARE FOR...ARTISTIC REASONS (M)

Maxwell was covered in sweat and several other body fluids. He knew it had only been a few hours since the rut had suddenly manifested but he knew that Andrew meant his words. How?

Well, it was the way that Andrew’s gaze watched him. The way every touch was possessive, intentional, and the fact that Maxwell’s skin was covered in marks. He had always marked up easily, but Andrew was making a dedicated effort this time.

He was staying away from his neck, but there was a very dangerously close soft bite mark near his shoulder that told him exactly what Andrew was preventing himself from doing. Maxwell didn’t care, of course, but he just knew that Andrew would kick himself if they did it when he wasn’t himself.

Especially because of a rut caused by someone else’s pheromones. That was an annoying thing to think about, but Maxwell was doing his best to ignore it. Andrew was Andrew, he was Maxwell, and this was how they did things.

He didn’t go into rut with anyone else around. He went into rut when he was alone and comfortable with Maxwell. He’d let his guard down around him, and that was something Maxwell was taking pride in. Maxwell was also taking pride in the fact that the man was fucking him into next Tuesday.

Andrew liked bending Maxwell into absurd shapes. That was something that was becoming very clear to him as their relationship continued. Andrew put on a good show of not being a control freak, but he was just as much of one as Maxwell was. He was just quiet. Sneaky.

Like a happy dog with his favourite toy. You wouldn’t even realise you were playing by his rules until it was too late. Or, you’d be so happy to play by his rules that it would again be too late until you realised that you were stuck in his trap.

Maxwell found both options endearing, even as Maxwell could feel how tight Andrew’s grip on the back of his thighs were as he bent him in half, slamming his dick into him over and over.

Maxwell’s soft cries of pleasure filled his own ears, followed by the moans of Andrew. The man had always been vocal but he was even more so when he was in rut. It was like he had no control over himself.

Maxwell had no idea how many times he’d been called pretty by him in the last few hours. It was enough that the sting of the words were gone. There was no way that Andrew didn’t mean the words, and it was clear that he knew that Maxwell was a man.

He’d sucked him off with enough gusto that there was no way that he didn’t know.

’"My pretty omega." Andrew groaned. That was the fourth time in a row he’d said that. It still made Maxwell’s heart squeeze.

Andrew didn’t call him ’his omega’ when he wasn’t in his rut. He didn’t give into those kinds of desires outside of his head. Maxwell just knew it. He could feel when the man was getting possessive. Andrew had a rather telling expression, and it did help that his eyes tended to go amber when he was thinking those kinds of thoughts. They always sent shivers down his spine when he heard them.

Maxwell’s eyes closed, his body shaking and shuddering as another orgasm rocked him. God, the man was going to milk him dry. Maxwell wasn’t complaining. They had both been so busy that they hadn’t really gone to town like this in a while. They were due for this. Maxwell had originally planned to attack him after the Christmas party but the world had different plans.

"What a good boy. My pretty, pretty boy. Look at you. All covered in cum. So pretty. I did that." Andrew’s voice was rough, a little crazed and matched his searing amber gaze. When Maxwell opened his eyes to meet his gaze, Andrew was there. His tongue invading Maxwell’s mouth as he claimed him, tasted him. Moaning into his mouth as his cock swelled, slammed home and knotted.

Maxwell was never going to get over that.

Maxwell had asked around discretely, doing so on a few forums with an untraceable IP address so that it could not be traced back to him. He just...wanted to know. How many people were getting knotted like this? The answer? A handful.

A handful of omegas and one beta, were getting knotted like this on the regular. Even then, they weren’t getting knotted every time. It was every other time which was still a lot since most true alphas would go several rounds in a night. It was a miracle that Maxwell was able to handle every time.

With that being said, Maxwell was stubborn enough that he would make sure that he could handle Andrew knotting him every time. It was such an amazing experience and brought his climaxes to the next level. His whole body came when Andrew sunk home, his cock’s base flaring to lock himself inside and the low, loud moan of pleasure?

Maxwell could cum from just that.

The best part? Andrew wasn’t as cautious with Maxwell when he was in his rut. He was a little more wild, dangerous. So he didn’t stop after he was knotted. No, Andrew would rock his hips, tighter and tighter, against Maxwell’s ass. The pleasure that his knot brought Maxwell made him see stars.

Maxwell found himself gasping, clawing at Andrew’s back as Andrew fucked him deeper.

"That’s it, Angel. Come even harder. Milk me." Andrew groaned against Maxwell’s lips, swallowing every little sound that Maxwell made. There was no way that Maxwell would ever let this man go.

Who else would be able to treat him like this? No one, that was who. Maxwell whimpered as he tried to cum, squeezing around Andrew’s cock inside of him and Andrew groaned, loudly.

"You’re so damn tight and wet. Fuck. I want to stay inside of you forever. We can go to work and you can stay attached to my cock." Andrew was whispering against Maxwell’s mouth, ears, anywhere that he could. Did Maxwell understand what he meant all the time? Absolutely not.

He got the feeling that these were a few of the fantasies that the man had. That, of course, didn’t mean that they were logical. Maxwell had a few illogical fantasies about him. It was only fair.

Andrew’s knot released and Andrew withdrew his cock. He stared down at Maxwell, his hand touching Maxwell’s face as both of their chests heaved as they caught their breaths. Andrew had bent Maxwell into a damn pretzel this time, but all of it was on his back. Maxwell’s favourite position because he could see Andrew. See how much he was bringing him pleasure.

He liked being able to tell what was going on, but Andrew was glancing around. Maxwell could feel a shift in the air, knew that things were going to change. It was decided when Andrew smiled at him softly.

"Flip over. Raise that juicy ass in the air." Andrew ordered sweetly and Maxwell felt his ass tingle.

No other man would be able to order Maxwell around.

Maxwell turned over slowly, his limbs feeling like jelly. He didn’t have to worry. A few pillows slid under his body, giving him support. Andrew knew that he was going to fuck him into oblivion so he was giving Maxwell something to support him.

Maxwell heard the rustle of another condom wrapper and couldn’t believe that they’d already gone through two boxes. Maxwell was going to have to somehow convince Andrew to go into the bathroom to retrieve the second stash at some point. Or down in the kitchen. That one seemed more reasonable.

Maxwell was surprised as Andrew’s fingers slid into his mouth, angling his head back until he was staring at the mirrors above the bed. They were artistic, looking like they were intentional. An art piece.

Not the dirty, nasty reason that they were actually in the room. His parents had said it was nice work when they had seen the bedroom. Maxwell had to fight the urge to blush when they’d said that, but at least he knew that it passed the test.

Maxwell’s gaze met Andrew’s burning one in the mirror before Andrew slid his cock into him from behind. Maxwell shivered, watching the pure bliss on Andrew’s face. The man always looked like he was so happy to be inside of him. It was so damn hot.

"Fuck. You’re so damn tight. Even after I’ve knotted you so many times. You’re like a damn vice around me. Ugh. I could nut right now." Andrew whispered, shifting his hips in a circular motion. Maxwell nearly choked on the feeling, his cock rubbing against his prostate. Andrew let out a shaky breath, his gaze meeting Maxwell’s in the mirror.

Andrew grabbed one of Maxwell’s hands, pulling him up slightly as he used his hold on his mouth as an anchor as well. When Andrew pulled out and slammed his cock back inside of Maxwell, Maxwell felt his eyes roll back into his head as pleasure consumed him.

Maxwell couldn’t focus on anything besides the slide of Andrew’s cock in and out of him, the sounds of their breath and the words that left Andrew’s mouth. The man was a chatter and that would have turned Maxwell off previously, but it was Andrew.

Everything about him made Maxwell an absolute mess.

Andrew was relentless, fucking Maxwell into the damn mattress in this position. Half of the time he had his fingers in Maxwell’s mouth so that he could hear him better. At least, that was what Andrew said at one point, but Maxwell didn’t know if that was actually true. It wasn’t as if Maxwell was muffling himself. Why the hell would he try to be quiet in his own damn house?

If an intruder came in, let them fucking hear! It was his damn house, and he was getting fucked by his damn alpha! They could mind their own fucking business.

Andrew at one point took the condom off and covered Maxwell’s back with cum, rubbing his cock all over his back like he was making shapes in the cum. It was hot and Maxwell could see what he was doing with the mirrors.

He didn’t stop there, either. Several times he went in raw only to pull out and coat parts of Maxwell with cum. Maxwell had no idea why he was doing that, but he had such a pleased, masculine smile on his face that Maxwell didn’t care. As long as he was happy and the dripping Maxwell felt was from his own desires and not Andrew’s, they were fine.

Maxwell still had some day after pills. They were fine.

Maxwell did feel like Andrew was trying to fuck him until he couldn’t walk though. It was relentless. Maxwell’s legs were made of rubber, and while Maxwell had convinced Andrew to go downstairs to ’feed’ him, they had to stop on the stairs so that Andrew could fuck him at the right angle. Whatever the hell that meant.

Maxwell did pass out at one point in the kitchen, Andrew so deep inside of him that he really did see stars until he couldn’t see anything for a moment. Andrew hadn’t noticed, and Maxwell thanked whatever holy power there was that he didn’t. He would feel too fucking guilty if he noticed. Maxwell would never tell him.

Andrew would never fuck him while he was in rut again if he knew it had happened several times.

Maxwell just took it, not even caring when he could see the sun coming up. He did tell Andrew that this was the last round before he passed out for real, exhaustion forcing him to take a break.