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It’s silly, Henry thinks, that Alex is convinced of not being an open book for him by now. They’ve been together for three years, four if you count the one they spent as long distance friends with benefits, and Henry knows him and his tells pretty extensively. Alex’s media face might be blank and unknowable for other people, but not for Henry, who knows him and all his facets.
Right now, Henry is well aware that Alex is pretending to be fine, but is actually absolutely bored. It"s the first day of Christmas break, but Alex is still in his midterms mode. He"s restless without anything to do to occupy his hands and his mind. He’s decorating with tinsel the entryway, the front door and the outside railings of the brownstone, and started on the first floor before deciding that Henry had to be present too; so he"s been sitting in the studio for a while, waiting for Henry to be done with work so they can decorate the rest of their home and set up the tree.
They’re very late this year, it’s only four days before Christmas and last year they set up everything after Thanksgiving, but this year has been particularly hectic, neither of them had the luxury to take time off for pleasure - the non-carnal type.
Alex could very well decorate their whole house by himself when he’s like this, but Henry understands wanting to do it together. To make memories and new traditions together. He could also go out for a run with Cash, or walk David, or cook one of his favourite recipes that need hours of work, but it seems that what he needs today is simply Henry’s attention.
So, seemingly bored out of his mind, Alex has spent the past fifteen minutes talking with David about his favourite treats. Not that the dog answered, but Alex was undeterred and kept going, uncaring that Henry had asked him to give him an hour and then he’d join him in hanging up fairy lights and mistletoe everywhere.
Very well. If Alex wants Henry’s attention, he"ll have it. It"s probably not what Alex thought he’d accomplish with his little scheme, but it"s a compromise between Henry"s needs and Alex"s wants, and that"s all that can be done.
Henry puts down his pen and leans in on his desk, arms crossed and resting on it. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”
“No idea what you mean, baby.” Alex, still kneeling on the carpet and David half on his lap, grins at Henry. “I’m not doing anything on purpose so you turn off your computer and stop working and instead spend the day with me.”
Henry smiles at Alex’s antics, too endeared by them to be actually annoyed. Still, if Alex wants to be a prat, he can work with that. “I know you can wait for an hour, love. Or are you up to something?”
Alex shrugs, all faux innocence. “Dunno what you talkin’ ‘bout, sweetheart.”
He turns back to David, talking in that baby voice that has Henry melting from fondness. “Your dad is a silly grumpy man, you know that, right? Yeah, you do, ‘cause you’re so smart, the smartest dog ever!”
Henry can’t resist snorting a laugh, “You’re such a cretin.”
“Your cretin, though.”
“Hm, yes, I suppose.”
“Am I really disturbing you?” Alex asks earnestly, and Henry knows that if he says yes, Alex will exit the room with David and leave him alone.
But… He doesn’t want to be alone.
“Can you get David out of the room?”
Alex looks confused by the request, but nods and takes the dog out with the excuse of feeding him; ten minutes later he’s back and closes the door behind him.
“Didn’t want to fight in front of the kids?” Alex jokes weakly.
“No, I have something else in mind, if you’re amenable.”
Alex brightens up like he just understood what is happening. “I’m like, 99% sure that I’ll be.”
Henry smiles and rolls back with his desk chair, dropping his legs open. “Grab a pillow, then.”
Alex curses in Spanish under his breath, gets out of their shared studio to get a pillow, probably from their sofa, and Henry takes advantage of the short time before Alex gets back to adjust both his chair and desk height. Nora’s suggestion of an adjustable desk has never been more appreciated than now. He does miss his old mahogany desk, the aesthetic was certainly more pleasant, but this modern one has its own perks.
Alex doesn’t waste time once he’s back, he only stops to lock the door behind him, and then he throws the pillow on the floor at Henry’s feet.
“Do I need to undress?”
“No, love. I was wondering if you wanted to be my good boy and keep me warm with your mouth until I’m done with all this,” he moves a hand to gesture at his computer screen. “What do you think?”
“How is that a question you need to ask, Jesus. Of course I want to.” Alex drops to his knees and lowers Henry’s trousers and pants just enough to take out his half hard dick. He starts moving his hand on it, but Henry stops him.
“Ah, but, love, you have to stay still and not let me get hard. No sucking, no licking, no swallowing.”
Alex drops his forehead on Henry’s thigh and groans. “You’re gonna have to tie my hands, sweetheart.”
“If you really need to, we can. But I think you won’t need that,” Henry tilts Alex"s face up with a hand under his chin. “You want to be good for me, right?”
Alex whines, nodding, looking at Henry through his eyelashes, like the demon he is. “Can I get a kiss before I drool all over your pants?”
Henry can’t say no to Alex as a general rule, but when he bats his eyelashes and pretends to be coy he really, really can’t. He hauls his boyfriend up to kiss him, getting his revenge by keeping the kiss chaste and sweet. Alex huffs disappointedly and gives up trying to deepen it.
“Baby…”
“Come on love, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can spend the day together.”
Alex steals another kiss before getting back to his knees and arranging himself in a comfortable position; he places his hands on his own thighs and rests his cheek on Henry’s thigh, letting his mouth fall open, in a silent invitation for Henry.
The sight is so overwhelming that, for a second, Henry considers rethinking his choice of not letting Alex work him to full hardness. He stops himself with little regret, and feeds his cock to Alex’s eager mouth, groaning as the delicious wet heat envelops him.
“Tap twice if you need a break, thrice if you need to stop. One is your green. Everything clear?”
One tap and a slight nod.
Henry caresses Alex’s cheek, “You’re so beautiful, love. Truly, a vision. Be good now.”
Alex closes his eyes and leans more fully on Henry’s leg, and Henry gives himself a couple more seconds to relish in this breathtaking sight before taking his own words seriously: the sooner he’s done, the sooner he can sink into the bubble that is spending a full day with Alex doing nothing but fuck and eat. Maybe decorating will wait until tomorrow, for now there’s nothing that will make Henry renounce to a full day of avoiding plans and sucking cock. It’s what they deserve, after all.
When he doesn’t need both hands to type some email, Henry rests one on Alex’s curls, combing his hair with his fingers and scratching that spot on his boyfriend’s nape that always makes him melt into a puddle.
Time passes as Henry works and Alex keeps being exceptional: he hasn’t moved his head or tongue once, he’s completely relaxed and drooling on Henry’s lap. His eyes are still closed, if it wasn’t for his thumb drawing circles on Henry’s ankle, Henry could think that Alex has fallen asleep.
Alex’s willing compliance always manages to make Henry feel like the luckiest man on earth. So much of his beloved stems from his fiery attitude, his innate defiance of everything that isn’t right. The fact that he gives all this power over himself to Henry, willingly and eagerly, is something that Henry will never take from granted, will cherish forever, and will always try to earn.
He checks the time when he’s finishing up his second to last email and notices that thirty minutes have already passed. He’s about to tell Alex that they might end in bed sooner than they both anticipated when he receives an email labelled “URGENT CALL” with only a Zoom link and ‘Important discussion about new funding needed.’ as its body from the foundation’s board.
“Oh, bollocks.”
He looks down at Alex and finds him with his eyes open and with a question clearly written in them.
“The board wants to discuss last week’s fundraiser’s money. It’s going to be long and tedious, you can get up, love. I’m so sorry.”
Alex’s brows furrow, then he taps once and settles again. Henry inhales sharply, washed over by a wave of love for the beautiful man between his legs. “Alex, are you sure?”
Alex taps his shin once more without opening his eyes.
Henry takes a second to make sure that his hair is not a mess from running his hands in it - a habit he got from Alex - and connects to the call. He spends almost an hour discussing finances and other very boring but at the same time very important matters. There are a couple of kids at the shelter that are battling for parental emancipation and someone from the board asks Henry if Alex could get involved. It takes everything in him to not look down at his lap and check if Alex is looking up. He starts saying that Alex is busy and doesn’t have much time to add volunteering for the foundation’s legal team between classes and the clinic he already interns at, when he feels Alex’s tongue moving.
Henry muffles the groan he’s about to let out with a cough and kicks lightly at Alex to make him stop, keeping his face as neutral as possible.
But Alex, the absolute reprobate that he is, doesn’t sit still. On the contrary, Alex swallows around him.
Henry needs to find a way to end this call now, so he tries to recap the points they’ve discussed, but Alex draws back and the air on his wet cock is too cold after it spent so much time in Alex’s mouth and he has to fight the whine rising in his throat. Someone says they need clarifications on something that Henry is absolutely not interested in, not when his infuriating boyfriend is lazily tongueing at his slit. Part of him feels guilty because he really loves the foundation and the shelter and working to keep them successful, and he’d normally be more than invested in these calls, but again, Alex is doing his damndest to make him lose the already loose grip he has on his own actions.
After what feels like an eternity, the call ends and Henry takes great care in turning off his computer entirely before finally looking down at Alex, who’s smirking with a mouth full of now hard dick.
“You’re a menace.”
Alex just winks and sucks harder, making Henry moan. He grabs a handful of Alex’s hair and pulls him away, hissing at the cold air. Alex’s eyes are dark, his lips are red and shiny, and he’s grinning.
“I should punish you for not keeping still until the end of the call but I promised you one hour and it’s been more. Maybe I should be punished.” Henry muses.
Alex bites his lower lip, “How would you punish me, Your Majesty?”
Henry rolls his eyes but smiles. “You haven’t used that in a while, dear. Do you really not want to be good for me, today?”
Alex shrugs, “You said it yourself, Your Majesty. You didn’t deliver on your promise, I held my part of the deal way longer than we agreed.”
“So you acted out to punish me?”
“Pretty much.”
Henry pets Alex’s curls, humming. “How else would you punish me?”
“I wanna tie you up and ride you, sweetheart. And you can’t do anything but watch.”
It’s only thanks to his royal training that Henry doesn’t stand up and sprint to their bedroom. He knows that Alex knows that he’s completely on board, but where is the fun in not pretending to think it through, fight back a little?
“I suppose your idea has some merits, but you’ve been on your knees for a long time; do you really want to ride me? You could lay on your back and let me fuck you.”
“That doesn’t feel like a punishment for you.”
“No, you’re right. Would you rather I don’t touch you anywhere that’s not needed? Only follow your commands? Tell me, love, and I’ll do anything you want. But please, stand up and let your legs rest.”
Alex acquiesces and raises up, leaning on the desk. It puts his crotch really close to Henry’s face, but he keeps his eyes on Alex’s. He won’t be driven to distraction, not now.
“We’ll follow your idea… But you can’t come until I tell you.”
Henry nods, but Alex isn’t finished yet. “You’ll make me come and then you’ll stop, we’ll get cleaned up and wait until you’re soft again. Then I’ll take you in my mouth and suck you off until you’re hard and desperate to come down my throat, and I’ll stop again. If I get hard, I’ll ride you, if not… We’ll talk about it after lunch.”
Henry wants to say that this punishment is a little disproportionate, but he can’t deny the twitching of his cock while Alex was laying out his plans. He can only whine and nod as Alex smiles brilliantly.
His boyfriend leans down to kiss him filthily, then he retreats and saunters out of the room. Henry sits at his desk, utterly gobsmacked, giving himself a minute to tuck himself back in, then follows Alex to their bedroom.
He finds him naked and on their bed, legs open and lube already in hand.
“Will you let me open you or do I have to sit and enjoy the show?”
“Get naked and c’mere, baby. I want you to eat me out.”
Henry doesn’t need to be told twice. He locks the door and then sheds his clothes, uncaring of where they land as he tosses them, then he moves to the bed and kneels between Alex’s legs. “Can I touch you?”
Alex nods, and Henry grabs a pillow to prop Alex’s ass up and starts trailing kisses on Alex’s inner thighs, moving up and up until he’s licking broad strokes on his balls and sucking them lightly. There’s a hand on his head, pushing him lower, so Henry obliges, spreading Alex’s asscheeks open with his hands.
Henry spits on Alex’s hole, using his tongue to spread it all over his entrance. He circles Alex’s rim, pushing only the tip of his tongue inside every time that Alex moans a little louder. He sucks harder when Alex uses the hand tangled on his blond locks to keep him there, he uses his nose to caress his perineum; and when there’s saliva dribbling down his chin and Alex is wet and slick, Henry pushes his thumb inside, tugging him open so he can fit his pointed tongue better. He doesn’t know how long he stays there, making a mess out of Alex, but he doesn’t care. As long as he can hear Alex moaning and asking “more, please, fuck”, he’s happy.
“Hen, baby, fuck me, please, please!”
He sounds utterly wrecked, and Henry loves it. He keeps his thumb inside of Alex as his free hand searches for the lube, and when he finds it he dribbles it directly on Alex’s hole. He spreads it with his fingers and pushes two inside without any resistance, relishing in Alex’s broken moan when the pads of them brush his prostate.
Henry would love to keep teasing Alex, but all the little noises he"s doing are simply too sweet and Henry is very weak for this man. His man.
He smears some of the lube in his hand on his cock, and slowly sinks into Alex. They both moan when he bottoms out, needing a couple of seconds to pause and soak in the moment. The tight heat of Alex surrounding Henry, the feeling of his warm dark skin under Henry’s hands, the soft lips brushing his own in a chaste kiss.
“Move, baby.”
Henry whines and nods, unable to look away from his beloved’s face.
He moves, pulls back and then he sinks inside Alex again, taking up a faster rhythm as Alex melts into the mattress. His hands are everywhere, trying to touch as much as possible of Henry, and Henry spreads kisses all over Alex"s face, neck and shoulders.
He"s achingly beautiful, with a halo of dark curls spilling on the white pillows, with his lips red and kiss-bitten, with his chocolate eyes glazed over by lust and love and pure desire.
Henry has had many moments in which he thought he couldn"t love Alex more.
Henry has loved Alex when he stormed Kensington, has loved his righteous fury and his indomitable love.
Henry has loved Alex when he gave his first blowjob, has loved his enthusiasm and how clearly he had wanted to do it right.
Henry has loved Alex every time he took David out for his walk on cold mornings and colder evenings, despite grumbling about it.
Henry has loved Alex when, last year, he managed to surprise Henry with his sister and his mother flying in for Christmas lunch, Sandringham be damned.
Henry has loved Alex every day until now. Henry will love Alex every day until he dies.
There are many more, and listing them would take too much time, but one thing that a good number of those moments have in common is that they washed over him when Alex looked like this: lost in the pleasure that Henry is giving him.
It"s addicting, a little intoxicating, to know that this beautiful, gorgeous man will give Henry this honour. He"ll always give Alex everything he wants, and if it means edging himself until Alex is satisfied, well… It could go so much worse.
Alex cursing in a mix of Spanish and English brings him back into the moment, makes him close his fist around Alex’s cock and follow the rhythm of his thrusts with it. Henry starts singing "God save the Queen" in his head to resist a little longer, then, when he thinks he’s not about to spill inside of Alex, changes the angle so he’s brushing his prostate. Lasting longer proves difficult when, minutes later, Alex cums with a broken cry, clenching around Henry and making a mess all over his abdomen. He fucks him lazily through it, until Alex asks him to stop.
With great effort, Henry pulls out and rolls over to wrap himself on Alex’s side. He’s shivering with need, impossibly hard and aching and incapable of doing anything about it. He knows Alex can feel it, Henry is this close to rutting against his love’s hip, but he forces himself to stay as still as he possibly can.
“Fuck, baby. That was fucking amazing, you’re so fucking good.”
Alex’s voice is raspy and blissed out. He reaches to brush his fingers on Henry’s bicep, but he shrinks away at the contact, feeling a hair trigger away from coming undone. “Do you want me to leave you alone for a second, sweetheart?”
He breathes deeply, closing his eyes. “If you want to clean up go ahead, but please, do make it quick.”
“I’ll be right back, H.”
Henry barely feels the kiss on his forehead, then Alex’s warmth is leaving him and he deeply resents it, but he knows he needs it. He concentrates on his breathing and rolls on his back, singing once again to himself. There’s nothing quite as effective as thinking about your own grandmother when you need to dispel an erection.
Alex keeps his promise and he’s back in their bed soon, holding a glass of water. “Can you drink this, baby?”
Henry nods, sitting up gingerly and taking the glass from Alex’s hands; he drinks it all and sets the empty glass on the bedside table. Alex smiles and reaches to him, hovering over his knee with the hand, “Can I touch you again?”
“Yes, please.”
Henry drags Alex close, fitting his head on his shoulder and kissing the patch of warm, salty skin. It’s not entirely helping him to get soft again, but he needs Alex’s touch.
“I know I said I wanted you fully soft, but you’re making it very difficult to resist you, H.”
“I suppose you’ll have to deal with half-hard, then. I’m not letting you leave.”
Alex rolls his eyes, “It’s not a punishment if I let you get away with it.”
“Don’t forget that I’m allowing you to do this. You should be the one to be punished.”
Alex shrugs, dislodging Henry from his shoulder and forcing him to look up, “I was getting restless and you were being all caring boyfriend, trying to save me from more work. It was hot,” he smiles slyly, “and I wanted to see if I could make you crack.”
“Hm, this is precisely why you shouldn’t get away with it, love.”
“But it’s you who I got to have in my mouth and then ride, doesn’t feel like losing even if I wait for you to get soft.” He’s smirking and Henry is hit with both love and terribly fond annoyance at him.
“You’re a pest.”
“I’ve heard it before. C’mon baby, gotta clean you up, maybe I’ll blow you in the shower.”
Henry whines as Alex drops a last kiss on his lips and then they"re getting up, Henry almost needing to be dragged. He frowns when Alex pushes him in the shower by himself, insisting on the punishment part of the deal. Henry pretends to be put out by it, but he’s actually grateful; he’s still at risk of coming with a brush of Alex’s fingers. He doesn’t linger with the clean up, he’s perfunctory but thorough, and in a couple of minutes he’s wrapped in a warm fluffy towel while Alex dries his hair with a smaller one.
“How do you feel, Hen?”
“Like I was promised a blowie in the shower and got denied.” He deadpans.
“I said maybe, if you thought it was a sure thing, that"s on you.” Alex snorts inelegantly. “Bed?”
“Bed.” Henry hangs the towel on the heated towel rack and walks back into their room. He lays in bed and watches Alex’s arse as he walks into their closet. He’s known this for years, but Alex has, quite possibly, the most fit arse he’s ever seen. It might be because of the man that it’s attached to, but Henry thinks that it might just be the roundness and firmness of it that put it in first place. None of his past lovers quite compare to Alex, who is extremely aware of Henry’s appreciation and is indeed exploiting it by unnecessarily bending.
“I’m loving the show, dear, but can I ask you why are you being such a slut?”
Alex doesn’t reply, he simply turns around and struts into the room, holding two of his old, boring ties. Henry can’t remember when was the last time he wore them for an appearance or even saw them in the closet. It’s possible that Alex hid them, now that he thinks about it.
“Didn’t fancy the rope today?”
“Nope! Arms up, baby.”
Henry obliges, rearranging himself so that he won’t strain himself, and Alex ties him up with practised ease. “Good?”
He tugs at the restraints, finding them tight but not excessively, and easy to get out of if he really needs to. “Perfect, love.”
Alex grins wolfishly, steals his breath away with a slow, unhurried kiss, before trailing down Henry’s body and ending up between his legs. Alex kisses his soft cock, licks its length to get it wet, and then takes it in his mouth. He looks up, brown irises surrounded by miles of black eyelashes, and keeps his gaze on Henry’s as he works his tongue over the glans, suckling it. Henry is transfixed, can"t and doesn"t want to tear his eyes away from this wondrous sight. Alex is laying down on the mattress, his hands resting on Henry"s thighs, kneading them.
Henry feels himself filling up, Alex"s mouth becoming tighter around his cock as his tongue keeps working its magic over his slit, over his frenulum, over his foreskin. Alex pulls out, makes an obscenely loud and wet popping sound, and then he"s licking broad strokes with his flat tongue over the seam of Henry"s balls and along the vein running under his dick. Henry is sure that his extensive vocabulary has been reduced to one word: “Alex”. He moans his love"s name as if it"s the only word that matters in the world, and in a way it is. Henry knows that without Alex he"d be a different man, one that he wouldn"t be as proud of.
A throat swallowing around him has Henry"s hips jerking forward, with a guttural groan and an apology ready on his lips, but Alex"s teary eyes are heated and unapologetic. Were Henry to have his hands free, he"d push them in Alex"s curls and set the pace, but he can only take what Alex gives him. He loves it, of course, because Alex knows him and knows exactly what to do to drag him to the edge of his climax and not let him fall, but it’s maddening. He’s a mess. Distantly, he knows he’s making all kinds of desperate sounds, repeating Alex’s name and blabbing how good it feels, he’s at that point where all he wants is to cum, to paint Alex’s face white and then clean him up with his own tongue. He thinks he’s getting there when Alex suddenly stops and squeezes at the base of his erection with his fingers.
He mewls and Alex laughs, a little meanly. It shouldn’t be hot, but well. He remembers saying that he likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him, years ago, and that has not changed at all.
“You really want to come, don’t you, princess?”
Henry can only nod, not trusting his voice to be anything but a whiny, breathy mess. And of course, that’s exactly what Alex wants, because he’s asking for “Words, princess. I know you can use them.”
Henry breathes deeply, then whispers, “Please, Alex, please, let me cum.”
“Remember what was the clause for you to come?”
A small part of Henry"s brain thinks that he can’t possibly remember that, not at this moment, but deep down he knows that he won’t get what he wants if Alex doesn’t get his response, so he tries to get his wits about, to remember what it was that Alex said. But he’s not touching Henry anymore, and that helps.
“You- you said you’d ride me,” he sighs out. “If you got hard by blowing me.”
“Good job, princess.” Alex smiles mischievously, “Do you think I got hard?”
“I bloody well hope so.”
Alex barks out a laugh and crawls over Henry’s body, making sure that his hard erection drags over his abdomen, smearing precum in its wake. He whispers in Henry’s ear, biting his lobe, “You’re very lucky that I like to hear you moaning like a whore, baby.”
Henry’s not responsible for the noise he makes at that. His cock twitches as Alex takes it in his hand again, this time to coat it with lube. He doesn’t even know when Alex got the bottle back in his hands, if he took time to stretch himself open again or if he’s simply sinking on Henry’s erection benefitting from their earlier shag, he only knows that Alex is clenching around him and he finally feels relief.
“You fill me up so good, baby. You look so pretty, should’ve tied you up with tinsel.”
He shouldn’t find the idea appealing, tinsel is not made to be used as binding rope, but well. He’s sure that there’s something to say about the festive spirit and all that, but he really doesn’t care. Not when Alex is moving on his cock and he’s been teased for what seems like days; Alex could say the most idiotic things in that tone of voice that Henry would find it all obscenely hot anyway.
Alex’s pace is slow and languid, he grinds his hips and hums happily when the angle changes and the head of Henry’s cock brushes his prostate. Henry tries thrusting up, but he’s stopped with a hand on his chest and, “Did I tell you to move?”
Henry whimpers, shaking his head no.
“Then stay fucking still, princess, or I’ll make it longer than you like.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Baby, you know I love doing things out of spite, do you really wanna test me?”
At first Henry doesn’t think that Alex expects a reply, but as the seconds pass and he keeps still, sitting on Henry’s cock without moving, he realises that perhaps he does.
“I suppose that wouldn’t be beneficial.”
Alex snorts and leans down to place a kiss on Henry’s lips, who hums and happily kisses back, then murmurs “No, it fucking wouldn’t, sweetheart. Be good for me, yeah?” and doesn’t move until Henry nods.
Alex doesn’t sit up, he keeps his chest pushed to Henry’s and then finally starts using his runner’s thighs to move, clenching and releasing around Henry. He drops to his elbows and buries his face on Henry’s neck, breathy moans muffled as he kisses and sucks and bites the skin there. He picks up the pace little by little, as he descends and kisses the freckles and moles on his shoulder, and finds Henry’s nipple with his lips. Alex flicks the hardening nub with his tongue and rolls it between his teeth, biting lightly, and then does the same with the other, making Henry squirm in pleasure.
Keeping perfectly still is impossible, but if he doesn’t thrust up to meet Alex’s sinking down, it’s alright, yes? Henry feels about to explode, he’s been on the edge for far too long and he can’t resist any longer, his will is not that strong and he wants to fill up Alex with his cum.
“Alex, love, I can’t- please, I-” he sobs, “I need to cum.”
Alex’s head snaps up, a feral grin on his beautiful face. “Then come, princess.”
He sits up and fucks himself hard and fast on Henry’s cock, who can only take it and let finally go of that worn out thread keeping him in check. It feels overwhelmingly good, to let the onslaught of pleasure wash over him. He feels shivers run down his whole body, he thinks he shouts as his cock releases the last drops inside of Alex, and his breath is ragged as he comes down from his climax. Alex moans throughout it, not slowing down his hips’ movements until Henry feels the stab of oversensitivity and makes a noise of discomfort. He stops then, but doesn’t let Henry pull out of him.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
Henry makes a garbled sound that he hopes Alex can translate as ‘Wonderful, excellent, would do it again immediately if I could’ and by the answering chuckle he gets, he thinks he did. He feels his wrists get released and warm hands helping him lower his arms and massaging the stiffness away. He sits up and doesn’t waste time in using his newfound freedom to caress every inch of Alex’s body that he can reach.
One of his wandering hands ends up on Alex’s ass and he can’t stop himself from slipping a finger inside his hole, next to his softening cock and using his cum as lube. Alex sighs contently, wriggling his ass down in invitation.
“Do you want me to finger you until you cum, love? Or can I suck my cum out of you?”
“Fuck, ‘m close,” Alex groans obscenely, “eat me, princess.”
“All fours or on your back?”
Alex doesn’t answer, just moves away from Henry and drops on all fours right at his side, head and shoulders down on the mattress and ass up in the air. It should be obscene. Cum and lube dribble out of Alex’s open hole, but it’s erotic like nothing else and Henry is immediately lapping it all up, moaning at the taste of himself. Henry sucks greedily at Alex’s hole and pushes in two fingers alongside his tongue, searching for his prostate with them; not wasting time with any teasing, he strokes it feverishly and relishes on all the little sounds Alex is making, high pitched moans muffled by the duvet.
Henry’s other hand circles around and finds his cock, gathers the dripping precum on its tip and uses it to smooth his jerking off, then suddenly Alex is clenching around his tongue and fingers, and coating his hand and probably their duvet with his cum. He waits for Alex’s moans to subside, then his fingers slip out and he kisses his hole before sitting back on his heels.
Alex collapses on the mattress, head turned slightly toward Henry and one eye open to watch him. Henry smiles innocently at his love, then licks his hand clean without averting his eyes. He’s pretty sure Alex says ‘fucking asshole’, but between the mouth smushed on the covers and his groans, Henry can’t be sure.
He snuggles behind Alex, kissing his shoulders and neck and covering him with his own body.
“Feeling better, love?”
There’s a little rearranging and Alex turns around to face Henry. “Feeling fucking stellar, baby.”
“I’m glad. Clean up and nap, then lunch?” Henry kisses Alex’s jawline, eyes closed and feeling sated and happy.
“Yeah, but I can’t feel my legs now.”
“Lay down, I’ll get a washcloth.”
Alex kisses him, open mouthed and loving, with his hands scratching the short hair on his nape. They manage to stop kissing so Henry can wobble to their bathroom, to get said washcloth and delicately clean up Alex.
They move under the duvet, hugging each other close.
Alex falls asleep first, and Henry studies his face. He’s still his Alex, still the beautiful boy he fell for all those years ago in Rio, and then later in London, in D.C., in Paris, in Texas and in Brooklyn.
In a while they’ll get up and have lunch, they’ll play with David to apologise for locking him out of the room, then, later that evening, after maybe another round or two, they’ll hang their stockings to the fireplace, because Alex wanted to do that the most. He will plan for a big Christmas lunch while they hang their red, white and blue matching stockings - and David"s small green one - and Henry will remind him that this year is June and Nora’s turn, that they only have to bake dessert and bring good wine.
They’ll have a few free days, all by themselves, then. A few days to rest, with no deadlines or essays or meetings. A few days just for them.
Sometimes Henry still can’t believe that this is his life, that he can live how he wants with the man he loves. It feels like a dream sometimes, but he knows it’s real life, and they’ll have many more years like this.
For now, though, Henry falls asleep with a smile on his face, and his heart full of love.