Dear Diary (Maxley)

6

"Max~"

He sounds so pretty moaning his name, every hum making Max grind against him faster. Brad keeps reaching for his pants, whining when Max moves his hands back above his head. Why can't he touch him? Why won't Max do more? The fact he isn't drooling over him is impressive but irritating, Brad's pheromones should be driving him wild. He pulls off Max's hoodie, baring his bare body so Max can marvel at it. God, Brad's making it hard to hold back, arching into Max's embrace when he grabs his hips. He only needs one hand to hold his waist, the area tiny but big enough to act as a handlebar as Max tugs him onto his lap.

"Is this really what you want?" Max shudders as Brad nuzzles his neck. "Answer me."

"You already know I want it." Brad grumbles, hand dipping into Max's pants. He's already throbbing, twitching when Brad drags a finger down his length. "I'm sick of waiting. Give it to me."

"Hold on, I need to pre-"

"No, you don't." Brad smacks his hand away when Max reaches for his rear, "Just...just let me do it!"

He doesn't need Max's stupid help, he's slick enough to just slide him in. At least, that's what Brad thought but he was wrong this once. Max was too wide to just shove in, leaving him biting his lip and whimpering as he tried to force his hips down. He glares at Max when he tries to talk to him, scolding him for interrupting his focus. He needs his dick, not his sickeningly sweet words. Come on, he can do this, he needs to! If he goes any longer without it he's sure he'll go mad.

"Listen to me." A command, the tone in Max's voice leaving no room for argument. His eyes are narrowed and hands firm on Brad's hips, "Take it out."

"But I need it!" Frustrated, tears sting his eyes as he does what he's told. "I don't want to wait anymore!"

"I know, I know." Max kisses up his neck to his jaw, nipping it gently. "So let me help you."

What a sick idea of help, having Brad bend over and show Max how he usually fixes himself. No wonder Brad never gets off, he's using the wrong fingers. Max gently squeezes his wrist to stop him, sparing him more humiliation. Brad gasps as Max presses one of his fingers into him, mewling when Max curls and rolls it against that sweet spot Brad can rarely graze on his own. Hot, he's burning up from a few touches, a few small strokes enough to send him over the edge. His hands curl in the sheets as Max continues to twist his fingers inside of him, small pleas fleeing from his mouth along with muffled moans as he buries his face in the mattress.

"Come on, let me hear you." Max whispers in his ear as he plunges another finger in, smiling as Brad squeals his name. "Mhm, just like that."

"Max, hurry up." Brad's back arches as he cries out, Max's fingers digging deeper into him. "Give it! Now!"

"So impatient." Max kisses the nape of Brad's neck as he spreads his fingers inside of him, "You aren't ready yet."

"Don't tell me when I'm ready! I want it, and I want it now!" Brad glares back at him, "If you can't do it, then I'll find an Alpha who can- HAH~!"

No warning, no heads up, Max pushes into him in a single thrust. Brad is stuck mid-breath, eyes wide and pupils dilating when Max throbs inside of him. Big, he's buried in Brad's stomach and digging deeper every time he rolls his hips forward. Too much but Brad isn't going to say that out loud, he's not weak, he can handle this. Max is moving slowly, watching his expression shift from pained to lewd when his body finally adjusts. Max gives his hips an encouraging squeeze, whispering sweet nothings in Brad's flushed ears as he rocks their bodies together.

"Do you really think another Alpha would put up with as much as I have from you?" Max nips his ear before tracing it with his tongue, "Not that I'm complaining."