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The fireplace in Alex’s bedroom is burning bright, heating up the space and creating a cosy atmosphere. Soft, slow music is playing from the speakers of Alex’s docking station, a romantic playlist on repeat on his phone. The door is locked, shutting the world and the worry of someone walking in to brother them completely out. Everything is perfect and there’s really nothing stopping them from spending the next few hours just like this.
Alex’s tongue is soft against his, Henry thinks as he shoves his hands into Alex’s damp hair. It’s not a new realisation, but one that kind of makes his brain fog up every time he thinks about how well their mouths fit together. And it’s not just their mouths either, because they fit together everywhere.
They’re on the couch, their towels from the shower they’ve just taken underneath them still. It’s probably better like that, because they’re definitely making a mess. They’ve used too much lube and they’re both leaking everywhere, but it’s good. It’s so good and they’re not in a rush. The election is over, everything has gone back to normal in the past couple of days and Henry is still at The White House with Alex, where he belongs. He’s staying for as long as he possibly can manage, as well, so they can take their time.
Henry’s knees dig into the couch where he’s straddling Alex’s lap, their thighs pressed together. Alex is so hard inside him, Henry can feel him throb just past his rim, but they’re not moving. He’s pressed right up against Henry’s prostate, so deep inside him that Henry is certain he’ll see the tip of him poke through the skin of his lower stomach if he glances down between them. He’s not willing to test the theory, however - too occupied with licking into Alex’s mouth as if it’s the last chance he’ll get to acquaint himself with all the bumps and ridges of his teeth.
“I love you,” Alex breathes into his mouth between kisses.
Henry nods frantically, tugging on the curls at the nape of Alex’s neck. “Love you, I love you,” he pants, before tilting his head to the side and slotting their mouths together properly again.
He loves kissing Alex, is the thing. He loves everything about Alex, but kissing him does something special to his insides. Alex isn’t one to do things half-arsed and maybe that’s the reason for his never ending obsession with kissing. It’s not just the soft press of his lips, his wet, skilled tongue, or the way he smiles into most of their kisses because Henry is apparently able to make him happier than ever. It’s so much more than that, even though it already seems like so much. It’s the way Alex leans into him with his whole body and soul. It’s the way his hands always seem to find the perfect spots on Henry’s body to hold him and make him feel safe; whether that’s the small of his back, the space between his shoulder blades, the back of his head and neck, or even the curve of his arse. It’s the way Alex whispers sweet little nothings to him as he takes him apart with the slightest touch of tongue against his bottom lip and the way he won’t let Henry come up for air until it’s absolutely necessary. Henry has never been kissed the way Alex kisses him and he can’t get enough. It won’t ever be enough.
“Fuck,” he hisses against Alex’s lips when he goes to press closer up against Alex’s front and brushes his cock, hard and wet at the tip, up against his well-defined abs. He’s been hard for so long that he’s sensitive to even the slightest of touches, his foreskin pulled all the way back to expose his glans, shaded an angry tint of purple. He’s so desperate for a little bit of friction, but he’s also not willing to give up kissing Alex to take things further - especially when Alex moans into the kiss and runs a hand up Henry’s spine to pull him closer.
Their mouths slide together filthily and Henry is sure that if he went to look at himself in a mirror right now, he’d look absolutely debauched. His lips feel bruised and tingly, much more plump than they already are without Alex’s help, but that’s most likely part of the reason why Alex can’t seem to let go of him. Henry is glad, because he doesn’t want to be let go of.
Alex moves his hands away from Henry’s spine and curves his fingers along the ridges of his ribs instead. His thumbs graze Henry’s nipples, gently circling the perked up little nubs. “Gorgeous,” he murmurs when Henry gasps and exhales shakily, his mouth slack with pleasure and pressed just against the corner of Alex’s lips. The sensation of having his nipples touched sends a direct shock of arousal into his core and his cock weeps against Alex’s stomach.
Henry starts rolling his hips in little circles, sliding his cock up and down Alex’s skin. It’s not usually enough friction for him to immediately feel like he’s going to lose it, but they’ve been kissing and panting into each other’s mouth for so long that he’s on edge after only a handful of thrusts. It doesn’t help that Alex’s dick drags over his prostate everytime he moves. Alex chuckles breathlessly, obviously aware of what Henry is feeling, and bites down on Henry’s bottom lip. His teeth dig into the soft, pink flesh as he tugs gently, then traces it with the tip of his tongue before fitting their mouths together again.
“Mmh,” Henry keens, sliding his tongue over Alex’s as he comes unexpectedly. He stains Alex’s abs and shudders in his arms, riding out the most intense waves of it before he can even begin to process what just happened.
“You use me for your own selfish desires, I swear to God,” Alex laughs, truly breaking their kiss for the first time in forever. He lowers a hand between their bodies and wraps it around Henry’s cock, starts pumping him slowly.
Henry twists his fingers in Alex’s hair and inhales sharply. “Yeah, I- I do,” he whimpers, resting his forehead against Alex’s. “What… Alex, what a-are you doing?”
“You need to stay hard for me, baby,” Alex says, sending shivers up Henry’s spine with that one word. If there’s anything that sends Henry soaring faster than ‘baby’ coming from Alex’s mouth, he has yet to discover it.
“Oh,” Henry nods dumbly, his stomach fluttering and his cock twitching, fighting to stay hard in Alex’s firm grip, “yeah, alright.”
Their mouths find each other again like magnets and while their kisses are more chaste now, as Henry comes down from his high (but not really, because Alex is doing that thing with his thumb under his foreskin), it’s enough to cause the air to sizzle around them. Alex’s room is big, but Henry is sure that they’ve fogged up the entire place by now and that, despite the scent of burnt wood coming from the fireplace, it reeks of sex. Fuck, he loves it.
Alex’s free hand slides down Henry’s side, back over the curve of his hip and cups his nearest rear cheek, fingertips dancing along the crease. He’s so slick with lube and Alex’s precome that it’s easy for Alex to feel around - explore. His fingers trace around Henry’s rim, where he’s still being stretched open by Alex’s bare cock.
“Bit risky this, hey?” Alex whispers hotly into his mouth, one of his fingers slipping in alongside his cock.
Henry moans and bucks his hips, so full he feels like he could die. The words Alex has just spoken hang in the air between them. It’s not risky at all and Henry knows that Alex knows it too. They got tested and received a clean bill of health, which had prompted them to throw out the condoms a few weeks ago. They’re being perfectly safe, but Alex has always had a bit of a kink for risky sex, bordering on the edge of filthy. Henry sure feels filthy now, with both Alex’s bare cock and his finger inside his ass. His cock blurts out a drop of precome, once again hard and responding to Alex’s touch.
“I’d let you do anything to me,” he pants, just to feed into Alex’s arousal. It works, because his boyfriend growls and kisses him deeper, harder.
He doesn’t know which one of them moves first, but suddenly Henry is riding Alex’s cock as if his life depends on it while Alex fucks up into him, his feet spread and planted firmly into the carpet. Alex’s hand is still firmly wrapped around Henry’s cock, stroking and squeezing the life out of him.
Henry hopes that no one chooses this moment to come up to Alex’s floor of the residence, because they’re making enough noise to alert security. Alex keeps moaning into his mouth, keeps muttering profanities that aren’t suited for repeating in public, and Henry can’t stop whimpering - all while keeping their lips locked. He cries out every time Alex fucks up into his prostate and chants his name like he’s worshipping some sort of God. Which, if Henry is honest with himself, is not far from the truth. He’s so gone for this man, it’s ridiculous.
“I need you to come,” Alex moans desperately, just as the first tingles of his second orgasm start licking at the base of Henry’s spine.
He nods frantically and flicks his tongue across Alex’s top lip. “Yeah, yes, keep going,” he pants, letting go of Alex’s hair to wrap his arms around Alex’s neck for more leverage.
The sound of Alex’s hips slamming repeatedly against Henry’s arse is obscene and causes Henry’s balls to draw up tight to his body, so close to release he can almost taste it on the back of his tongue. Alex digs the fingers of his free hand into Henry’s hip and inhales sharply when Henry tightens around him.
For the first time since they’ve closed the bedroom door behind themselves, Henry has to pull back entirely from Alex’s lips to be able to breathe. His eyes fall shut in pleasure and he lets his head fall back as his orgasm finally washes over him. He spills over Alex’s knuckles and quivers in his lap until the most intense part of it is taken over by aftershocks that wreck his soul. He collapses under the weight of it, holding onto Alex’s shoulders for dear life as Alex chases his own orgasm.
When Alex does finally come, loud and so hard that his back arches off the couch, Henry relishes in the feeling of being filled. Alex’s come is hot inside him, dripping out where they’re still connected and undoubtedly making a mess on the towel between Alex’s spread thighs. They’ll need another shower, but Henry can’t move. He wonders if his body has turned to jello, but can’t find it in himself to check, too satiated to even lift his head.
With his nose pressed up against Alex’s pulsepoint, Henry smiles and tightens his hold on his boyfriend. “You smell nice after we make love,” he says, twirling a short little curl at the base of Alex’s head around his finger.
“Baby,” Alex chuckles, still catching his breath. “Were you always this clingy after coming your brains out?”
Henry shrugs. “No, just with you,” he says. “It’s because of how you kiss.” And why does he have to run his mouth like this after a fucking orgasm? Because now Alex, of course, is going to ask-
“Oh yeah? And how do I kiss?”
That.
Henry is too tired and too happy to fib. “Like you love me.”
He can feel Alex’s smile against the side of his face. “I do love you,” he whispers, running a hand up Henry’s spine.
“Bloody hell, I know,” Henry sighs happily.
And if they kiss their way through a shower for the second time that day, then that’s nobody’s business but theirs. Afterwards, Henry takes a nap in broad daylight for the first time in his life and falls asleep with Alex’s lips against his.