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The first time, its presence is no more than a glancing blow, a whisper lost in a howling gale; Henry’s so determined to kiss down Alex’s chest—to get to his belt, his briefs, his cock—that the smooth, skin-warm metal in the middle of his journey down doesn’t even register in the moment. He’s distracted by the taste of Alex’s skin, the weight of Alex’s cock in his mouth, the slight twinge in his jaw, the heady taste of Alex’s come across his tongue.
Henry’s reminded of the strange texture when Alex mouths down his chest, all sharp teeth and soothing tongue, and makes a home for himself between Henry’s knees – when the jagged edge of the key presses into his thigh. He gets a hand in those infuriating curls and grits out fucking eyelashes and comes with a strangled laugh.
The second time, the key swings above him as they grind their hips together, the silver metal glinting in the light as it moves, tantalizing, almost hypnotizing Henry as it sways. But more pressing is the fire in Alex’s eyes as they push each other closer to the edge, the feel of Alex’s fingers digging into his waist, the wet, filthy slide of their cocks.
Henry’s eyes fall closed as he comes with a shout muffled ineffectively into Alex’s shoulder, all the tension leaving him in a rush as Alex follows right after. Henry grins to himself when Alex’s arms give out, the key around his neck sliding along Henry’s chest, raising goosebumps in its wake. He revels in the weight of Alex on top of him, kissing the side of Henry’s neck lazily, softly, as they float in the afterglow together.
The third time, Henry coaches Alex through opening him up and guides him inside; coaxing him into rolling his hips, slow and smooth and utterly devastating for more than one reason. Alex shifts above him for better purchase and thrusts and the key around his neck lands on Henry’s lips. On instinct, Henry takes it into his mouth, learning the dips and curves of the key with his tongue just like he learned the lines of Alex’s body during their earlier encounters.
Above him, Alex makes a punched out noise, as if as affected by the sight of his key between Henry’s lips as the feeling of sinking into Henry to the hilt. The length of the chain the key is strung on means that Alex can’t go far, can only pant and moan helplessly from a few inches away. Every roll of his hips brings Henry closer to the edge, but it's the murmured come for me, baby and the warm hand around his cock that has Alex’s key falling out of his mouth as he breaks into pieces beneath him.
The fourth time, Henry’s reaches out and tangles his fingers in the chain around Alex’s neck, too impatient to feel Alex’s skin on his, and tugs. Alex moves closer more than willingly and cages Henry in against the wall. Alex kisses him like he’ll shatter if he doesn’t, like Henry’s mouth is all he needs to survive, and Henry responds in kind, a twisting, plaintive whine building in the back of his throat. He keeps his hand tight around the key, tight enough he knows it’ll leave an impression in his palm, unwilling to let Alex even entertain the idea of moving away.
Alex doesn’t, moving his mouth to Henry’s neck, his shoulders, along his collarbones, before getting his hands around Henry’s thighs and lifting. Henry forgets sometimes, just how strong Alex is. Henry hooks his ankles around Alex’s back, secure in Alex’s ability to hold them both up against the wall, hips moving furiously to rub off against Alex’s abs. He falls headfirst into his orgasm with a quivering laugh as Alex leaves a particularly vicious bite just below his nipple.
The fifth time, Henry is holding his orgasm back by the skin of his teeth. Alex feels so fucking good above him, sinking down on his cock. He’s clenching inadvertently as he gets used to the still new-to-him stretch of Henry inside him. For all that Alex is new to bottoming, still shy about asking for it, he’s riding Henry like he’s been doing it his whole life, the key around his neck bouncing off his chest every time he slams his hips down to Henry’s.
Henry gets a hand around Alex’s back and pulls him down, needing him closer, needing to feel even more surrounded by Alex than he already does. Alex moves willingly, and as he does, his key swings forward and brushes Henry’s lips. Henry opens his lips and lets the warm metal fall into his mouth as he pants. Alex makes a noise like the air is being punched out of him and kisses him. Thoroughly. His tongue plunges into Henry’s mouth, meeting Henry’s tongue and curling around his key with a groan that settles in Henry’s very bones. One last thrust up into Alex’s heat, a click of the key as they bite at each other, and Henry flies apart, moaning with abandon around the slick metal and the taste of Alex.
This time, Henry can’t take his eyes off the chain around Alex’s neck. Nestled among chest hair and heaving pecs, right next to Alex’s heart, the silver key isn’t alone anymore—it’s joined by the softer shine of Henry’s gold ring. Henry reaches out without input from his brain to stroke down the length of the chain and run his fingers over the pieces of both of them. Alex’s key, jagged and rough on the edge. Henry’s signet ring, his initials stamped into the face, silky smooth from all the times he’d rubbed and worried at it. His heart seizes at the thought that Alex keeps a tangible piece of Henry with him wherever he goes, keeps it safe next to his skin, next to the reminder of his own roots, so they can grow together.
Alex looks up at him with soft eyes from where he’s tied to the bed, a look both teasing and so, so fond that Henry has to breathe deeply at the sight for a minute to regain his equilibrium. When he feels steadier, he leans down to brush his lips against Alex’s tenderly. He keeps it light and loving despite Alex’s squirming beneath him, impatient to get a move on already, H you’re killing me, keeps one hand splayed over top of the chain, keeping the key and ring pinned over Alex’s heart.
Even as he moves his mouth down Alex’s chest, he leaves his hand there as long as possible, unwilling to let go of the proof of Alex’s love for him. And even then, he only lets long enough to slick up the fingers of his other hand and work Alex open until he’s crying, begging for Henry to get in me, I’m yours baby please. Henry, at this point practically hardwired to acquiesce when Alex begs, sinks into him in a single smooth motion, getting them as close together as it’s possible to be. He basks in each choked out curse and Spanish endearment that falls from Alex’s lips with each thrust of his hips. He can feel Alex’s heart racing, his heaving chest making the ring and key clatter together with every ragged breath.
Seized with a sudden burning desire, Henry stops thrusting and plucks the chain off Alex’s chest and dangles it over Alex’s mouth in a silent question. Alex’s brown eyes, pupils almost totally blown out in pleasure, tracks the swaying pendants for a moment before nodding eagerly, neck veins popping out as he strains to get his head close enough. Henry gently lowers the chain into Alex’s mouth, careful to let him get the metal between his teeth so he doesn’t choke. The gold and silver shine with sweat and saliva in the golden light through their windows and Henry is abruptly right at the edge of his orgasm at the sight. He thrusts forward, harder than he has done all night, twisting and readjusting his angle to hit Alex’s prostate dead on, desperate for them to hurdle over the cliff together. Alex moans around the metal in his mouth, coming with a warm rush between them when Henry bites at his shoulder. The way Alex clenches around Henry’s cock pulls him over the edge just after him, his hitching laughter spilling into the crook of Alex’s neck as he does.
They drift for a while, silent except for their panting as they catch their breaths once more. The tinkling of metal pulls Henry’s face up to meet Alex’s gaze. He’s curled his head up enough to let his necklace fall out of his mouth, a bit of saliva pooling under the key and ring where they rest in the hollow of Alex’s throat. Moving slowly so he doesn’t slip out yet, Henry carefully releases Alex’s wrists from the ropes tying him to the headboard, sighing happily when Alex’s arms immediately come around Henry’s lower back, holding him in place, sprawled on top of his love. He drops a kiss to the skin beneath his mouth, over the puddled chain and lets himself drift for a little longer in their little pocket of contentment.