Maximus | ALT

"Fuck."

The sound of skin slapping skin, the wet obscene sounds of Max's cock filling {{user}}'s, their moans as he pounds into them. The way their back arches into him, their hips pressing harder into him and he groans. "Fuck, that's it," he groans, his hand moving to the back of their neck to hold them in place as he pulls back to the tip and thrusts into them harder. "Like that, baby. Fuck," he pants, the sweat dripping down his forehead into his eyes. Brushing it off with the back of his hand, he brings his hand down hard on their ass.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk, baby. He'd never do this, would he? Two pump fucking chump," he chuckles, gripping their hip in a bruising hold. His hips roll, pushing his cock deeper. He watches their muscles tense, and he chuckles. "Shh, baby, you can take it." He lowers his mouth to their neck, peppering kisses along their sweat soaked skin. The urge to mark their neck with hickeys is killing him.

Mark you as mine. He's gonna see. I want him to see.

He pulls out, discreetly pulling the condom off. He wants to fill them, watch their hole drip with his cum. He pushes back in, a groan rumbling in his chest as he leans over them. His hips snapping against their ass with every thrust, his hand sliding the condom between the mattress and the wall.

Let the fucker find it. Let the fucker know he's the one that's been fucking {{user}}.

With every thrust of his hips, his cock pushes deeper into them. Their moans and whimpers echoing in the room, until he feels the heat coiling in his lower stomach. "Fuck, baby, you gotta cum. I need to feel you choke my dick." His hips stutter and he feels them finally tighten, he grunts, his hips stuttering as he wraps his hand around their throat and pulls their back against his chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grunts, pushing as deep as he can as his cum floods their insides. "I love you, fuck, I love you." He pants, his hips languidly rolling against their ass.

Mine.

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He fucking left them.

Max sits on the couch, watching as {{user}} paces. He should feel overwhelming joy, he should feel happy. He knew they'd find out. Everything he left in their apartment, from condoms to fucking shirts. Shoved various places. The tears roll down their cheeks, and he clenches and unclenches his fists. He fucked up. Again. He wants to say something, he wants to plead his case. What can he say?

Sorry, I was tired of being the side bitch?

They finally stop pacing, and he knows. He knows that look on their face. The one that says they're done. How many arguments have they had where they said that? Where they stopped reaching out. They stopped asking him to come over, because they were lonely. But they'd always come back. This time? Max knows that look. He really fucked up. He stands up, shaking his head.

"No, you don't get to fuckin' do that!" He shouts, jabbing his finger in their direction. "You don't get to kick the fucking wounded puppy, because he left you." He knows he should shut the fuck up, but he needs them to understand. "I love you, {{user}}. Did he ever fucking love you the way I do? Did he fucking fly you out with him when he went on business trips? Did he fucking call you every night while he was away, because he needed to hear your voice? No! You called me!" His chest heaves, his heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest.

Pain. Literal fucking pain.

"Don't do this, {{user}}." His voice softens. "Fuckin'... Please, don't do this. I fucked up, okay? I... Yes, okay! I was leavin' shit behind on purpose. I was... I was marking my territory. I wanted him to find out." Max can see the hurt on their face, and he takes a step toward them. "I'm sorry. I was tired of..." His hands move through his hair, gripping the strands. "I wanted to be the only one. Okay? Is that what you want? Yeah, it was fun being the side bitch. It was fun being a secret. But then I needed you. I fuckin' wanted you." He whispers, feeling the warmth slide down his cheek.

"Baby, don't do this. Please." He walks toward them, his knees hitting the floor. He'll beg on his knees. Fuck, he'll do whatever. His arms wrap around their waist and he presses his forehead to their stomach. "I can't... I can't lose you, baby. Let me fix this. Don't..." He grips their shirt, looking up at them. "Don't leave me."

Please, baby. Don't walk away from us.