The moan that came from Maxwell's mouth as Andrew sunk his cock deep into the other man's dripping hole sounded like heaven to Andrew's ears. Maxwell's quivering lips, the way his eyes couldn't stay open as pleasure flooded his system…it was a damn siren's call to Andrew.
Andrew couldn't stop the moan leaving his lips either, sinking into one of the few places he really felt like was home.
"You're so fucking tight, Maxy." Andrew whispered, pressing a kiss against his throat as the other man sank down completely. The little tube had gone in first, and Andrew had made sure the syringe was nearby. He touched it, just to make sure as Maxwell let out a soft sound, swirling his hips.
Andrew clenched his teeth against the pleasure that flooded his system from the little twist. His balls clenched, his cock twitched, and Maxwell's lips turned up in a satisfied smile.
"You're ready to explode." He said, his eyes warm pools of blue. Andrew reached up, pulling him down to his lips so that he could kiss him. Maxwell didn't fight the hold, letting him do what he wanted.
"I'm always ready to explode with you." Andrew told him, his breath ragged as he felt Maxwell tighten around his cock. "You drive me fucking crazy, Maxy." Andrew told him, meaning every word. Maxwell's responding smile made Andrew's cock throb and his heart ache.
"I love that." Maxwell whispered, his hands sliding around Andrew's sides, slipping up and under his shirt to touch bare skin. Andrew let out a hiss when his nails scraped down his back and Maxwell's smile took on a devious tilt. Andrew let out a soft laugh. "Now fuck me, Andy. You called me a cum slut, make me more of one." Maxwell ordered, his voice soft.
If Andrew didn't know Maxwell was well as he did, he wouldn't have noticed how his hands trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of what he'd said, and what it meant.
Andrew leaned in, pressing gentle, soft kisses against his throat and neck, forcing Maxwell's head back so that he couldn't meet Andrew's gaze or watch him. Then, Andrew took his collar in between his teeth and tugged. He heard the ragged breath coming from Maxwell's mouth, the way he tightened around him, and Andrew grabbed his hips. Slowly, carefully, he pulled Maxwell up before sinking back down into his warm heat.
Maxwell clawed at him, his breath desperate.
"Andy." Maxwell called, and Andrew shuddered. He let go of his collar, pressing a gentle kiss against his throat.
"Did you like that? Was that okay?" Andrew asked. "That way I'm not biting you, but-" Maxwell's hands were on Andrew's face, yanking him towards Maxwell's mouth as the man devoured him, shifting in his lap, riding him like a bitch in heat.
Andrew wasn't sure what set him off, but he wasn't going to complain. Not when he was desperate for him. Andrew had kind of expected to have some control over their love making, but he should have known better.
Maxwell rode him like a damn expert, his hips shifting, grinding and Andrew was moaning into the kiss. He did wonder if the collar biting had triggered this. He had noticed how Maxwell had practically gushed, coating his cock with warm liquid.
Not that Maxwell wasn't a hot mess every time that they had sex, but this had felt a little too much. Was it the previous fake cum he'd injected into him? Maybe.
Andrew didn't mind at all. It meant that Maxwell was able to slide on his cock a little easier, and made the man a little more flustered. He wasn't used to it either, and kept making these soft, adorable, cock hardening noises that had Andrew on high alert.
"Do you like that?" Andrew asked, his voice rough as Maxwell tore his lips away to take a few deep gulps of air. Andrew went for his throat immediately, and Maxwell's hips stuttered before going into hyperdrive. Andrew groaned as he bit down on Maxwell's collar, tugging gently and the noise that left Maxwell's lips spurred both of them on.
Andrew gripped Maxwell's waist, slamming his cock home as Maxwell raced to match his pace. Words stopped making sense as the two men grew frenzied. Andrew almost forgot to inject the cum he was so focused on satisfying Maxwell before he came.
"It's coming." Andrew warned, heard Maxwell whimper before he pressed the injector down. Maxwell shuddered, gasping and shivering, his cock spraying Andrew's rumpled shirt with cum and Andrew growled. His hips kept jerking as his cock began to swell, and soon, he was cumming too.
The sounds of their breaths filled the air. Andrew's hands twitched on Maxwell's waist while the other man twitched and trembled, before he gently pushed Andrew's face away from his throat. When Andrew, in a daze from cumming, looked up to meet Maxwell's gaze, he paused.
Maxwell looked completely and utterly disheveled. Andrew hadn't actually seen him like this since his heat, and it twisted something in Andrew's gut to know that he'd done it to this man again. He wasn't even sure if it was a good or a bad thing, and he needed to know if Maxwell was okay.
"Angel? Are you okay?" Andrew asked and Maxwell remained silent for a moment, before Andrew watched in horror as his eyes watered and he shook his head. No, he was not okay.
Andrew panicked. He couldn't even take his cock out of the man yet, the base so swollen he'd only hurt the man if he did so. Maxwell watched as Andrew started to panic and he shook his head again, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tightly.
"I'm not mad or in pain." Maxwell whispered, his voice a little rough from what they'd just done. "I'm just overwhelmed." Maxwell told him. Andrew didn't know what to do with that information.
"What's…overwhelmed you?" Andrew asked, his voice raspy with worry. Andrew felt his heart break as the man trembled. Andrew could only feel his panic rising as the man continued to tremble, but not speak.
Andrew almost spoke up again until he heard a soft noise from Maxwell. He waited. And waited. Then finally, Maxwell spoke. It was soft, quiet, and broke Andrew's heart.
"I didn't realise how much I wanted it." Maxwell told him. His voice was barely above a whisper, and Andrew could practically hear how much his lips were trembling. "How much I want you to bite me. Mark me." Maxwell pulled back, looking as distraught as Andrew felt. "I didn't realise it. How much I would want to be marked. I never thought I would have these feelings." Maxwell whispered. "But now that I have them…" Maxwell's eyes spilled over and Andrew pulled him close, kissing under his eyes.
Maxwell didn't sob, didn't scream, just let the tears pour out. That broke Andrew's heart more. The worst part? He didn't know what to say.
What could he say?
The words that Maxwell wanted to hear were caught in his throat, hidden behind Andrew's own personal issues. He knew what Maxwell wanted to hear. What Maxwell wanted Andrew to do. He just…he couldn't do it. Not because he didn't love Maxwell.
He fucking loved the man, but marking?
Andrew had seen what that had done to his Mom. He was a big enough man to know he was scarred from it. Scared of the whole idea.
Maxwell let out a shaky breath.
"I just wish I could mark you and prove to you that it's okay." Maxwell whispered. "I don't want to force you to change. I wouldn't like that Andy, but I just feel like a damn part of me is missing and I hate that." Maxwell said, before he let out a yell. Andrew jumped, surprised. "Ugh! I hate being a fucking omega!" Andrew immediately went on the defensive.
"Max, don't. You're great. You don't need to-"
"Stop." Maxwell barked. "I'm confident in myself. I'm secure in being an omega, Andy. In every other fucking points besides this fucking one. I've never longed to have someone bite me. Fuck me? I think that's a universal thing, but mark me?" Maxwell shuddered, thinking of the thought. "I would never allow myself to have those feelings. Not before you." Andrew didn't know what to say. What he could say.
He was sitting in the back of their car on Christmas day, Maxwell in his lap, swallowing his still swollen cock, while the man raged in his lap.
"I just hate that I can't be everything that you need in a partner." Andrew's heart hurt hearing that.
"Don't say that about yourself." Andrew whispered, broken. "You are everything that I need in a partner." Maxwell's lips turned down, and Andrew realised he was trying not to cry harder.
"But I can't be. Not with this fucking longing in my chest to have all of you, every last part. If I'd been a beta, or hell, even an alpha, I would be fine. I don't want to force you to bite me, mark me. But I know that you would do it for me, and that you wouldn't be okay after that." Andrew felt his own eyes water at the way that Maxwell called it.
He was right.
Even if Andrew had this knot in his stomach, that pain, that lingering anger and rage that he never addressed, but had been stirred up because his father had shown his face. Even despite all that.
If Maxwell wanted it enough, convinced him enough, Andrew would do it. Would it kill something in him to do so? Yes. It would. But he'd do it for Maxwell, especially if a Doctor told him that it was what Maxwell needed.
Andrew had a feeling that they were probably not far away from a Doctor telling them that, especially with how Maxwell's health had been recently.
"Okay." Andrew said softly, and Maxwell jerked, his grip on Andrew tightening. "Okay."
"Okay?" Maxwell asked, confused. Andrew gulped.
"Okay. If you want to have a mark, have something to prove to you and me that it's okay, do it. Bite me." Andrew said, raising his gaze to Maxwell's stunned blue gaze. "Do it. Bite me hard enough to bleed. Right on the neck. Show everyone that an omega can mark back. Make me feel like it's going to be okay, Maxy."