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It's already been a good night. Minimal unwanted touching, a rather large tip from his first client, and a bottle of whiskey for him to take home, a gift from the club's owner for what he called an "outstanding performance" the last few weeks. Alex isn't bragging, but with a smile and ass like his, he's not surprised by the praise. The whiskey is only an added bonus.
So it's been a good night, yes. But when he spots his favorite client walk through the doors halfway through his routine, he knows his night is about to get even better.
"Haven't seen you in a while," he drawls some time later, finding his way through the crowd to his client, who's made himself at home on one of the sleek couches around the room, holding a gin and tonic in his hand. "Missed me, sweetheart?"
Henry tilts his head to the side, eyes making a slow descent from the top of Alex's head to the bottom of his feet. "It's been a while," he simply says.
"You're damn right." Alex eyes Henry's drink; it's half-full. He knows the routine — flirt until Henry's finished with his drink, then promise him to meet in his dressing room to have his filthy way with him, then watch as Henry does exactly that after stopping at the bar once more for a second drink. If he's lucky, Henry will sometimes save the last sip or two for him. "This still your first?"
"As always." Henry takes another sip, then sets the glass down on a small table next to the couch. "Although, I'd like to start with something new for tonight. If you're amenable."
Alex resists rolling his eyes. It's not the first time he's heard Henry use that word. "You must've really missed me, then."
"How could I not when you're always a walking wet dream in my head? Especially in these." Henry nods toward the only thing Alex is wearing, a pair of tight-fitting sapphire briefs. Alex knows what these briefs look like on him. He's well aware that they make his ass spill out, that the outline of his cock looks damn appealing in these. It's part of the reason why he chose this pair to wear tonight. "The blue... Christ."
Alex smirks, leaning over Henry. "Wore it just for you," he says. "Reminded me of your beautiful eyes."
Those eyes in question shine with desire. "I want you on my lap," he requests.
"Right here?"
"Right here."
Alex grins, straightening up. "You can't touch," he says, "until I say you can."
Henry just nods eagerly. He rests his hands on the seat on either side of him, feigning casualness, but the white-knuckled grip he has on the seat gives him away.
Alex turns around so his back faces Henry before lowering himself down on his lap. Henry's so close that he can hear his sharp intake of breath as their bodies meet. The heavy bass of the club's music thrums in his ears, spurring him on as he moves his hips slowly, teasing Henry in time with the beat.
"Fuck," Henry murmurs into his ear, a rarity for him. "More."
"You don't get to decide," Alex fires back, but he's helpless when it comes to Henry, so it doesn't take much else for him to give Henry what he wants. He slouches down until his back is flush with Henry's chest, winding his arms around Henry's neck and planting his feet on the floor. When he pushes up, it's a slow, dirty grind, and it takes every inch of restraint in Alex's body to not groan at the feel of Henry's clothed cock against his ass.
"Alex —" Henry starts, but Alex cuts him off.
"Not yet," he says, moving his hips in a sinuous circle. "Let me make you feel good."
"You'll make me feel even better if I could see your gorgeous face."
Well. That's an idea.
Alex teases him with deep grinds and tugs to his hair for another moment, then adjusts himself so he's strandling Henry properly, knees on either side of Henry's thighs, crotches pressed together. It's even filthier this way. Alex circles his hips, tilting his head back so it drops between his shoulders, closing his eyes as he basks in the atmosphere. It's sweaty and scandalous, and Alex fucking loves it.
"Touch me."
The clutch of Henry's hands on his hips isn't anything new. By now, he's sure each pad of Henry's fingers have an individual home on the groove of Alex's waist. What is new, however, is a cool strip of metal against his skin.
Alex opens his eyes and brings his head back up, although he doesn't stop the movement of his hips. He takes Henry's left wrist in his hand and holds it to his face. The gold metal around his ring finger flashes in the light. "You're married?"
Immediately, Henry's face flushes. "Oh, Christ, I — I'm sorry —"
"Hey," Alex interrupts, "it's all right. I mean..." Alex cocks his head to the side, smirking. "You're here with me, right?"
Henry blinks. "I, um. Yes." He clears his throat, seeming to get the implications behind Alex's words. "I very much am."
Alex drops Henry's hand, which instantly settles back on his waist. He grinds their hips together, biting his lip to stifle a moan. "Then I'll help you forget about that husband of yours."
Henry moves his hips in time with Alex's. He can feel how hard Henry is, even through the layers between them, and he wants nothing more than to put his mouth on him. But that's not what Henry asked for. Henry asked for a lap dance, and Alex is set on giving him one hell of a lap dance.
The pleasure in Alex's bones grows higher and higher, their bodies moving in tandem, their cocks hardening even more when Henry grips Alex's ass with one hand and urges him on. Their foreheads press together, eyes closed, panting into each other's mouths. Jesus. No one drives him more insane than Henry does.
Just when he feels like he's at his wits' end, Henry stops him. He finished off the rest of his drink slowly, his gaze never breaking from Alex's. He pulls the glass away when there's only one small sip left and offers it to Alex.
Alex shakes his head. "I can't here. But." He presses his thumb to Henry's bottom lip, wiping away the remnants of alcohol. "My dressing room?"
Henry sucks Alex's thumb into his mouth as an answer.
"Shit, Henry." Alex climbs off him. "Go get another drink. I'll be there in twenty, I got one more client I gotta see."
Henry sets his glass aside. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a twenty dollar bill, pulling aside the strap of Alex's briefs and tucking the bill in alongside the others. "I'll be waiting for you."
Alex resists the urge to kiss him. "I know you will."
He makes it to his dressing room twenty-six minutes later and, yeah, Henry's going to give him shit for that. He'll make it up to him, though. He always does.
Which is why he drops to his knees the second the door to his dressing room closes behind him. They're back to their familiar routine. Just as always, Henry's leaning against the wall opposite him, legs crossed at the ankle and a near-empty glass dangling from his fingers. Silently, he surveys Alex up and down, then crosses over to him in a few short strides to hand off the rest of his drink.
Alex downs it in an instant. It's cool but not cold, the melted shards of ice clacking against his teeth. He gives the glass back to Henry, who sets it on the vanity. "Still want me, sweetheart?"
Henry's nimble fingers are already working at his belt. "I should be the one asking you that very question. Your last client certainly... took up your time."
"Yeah, well." Alex thumbs the end of a fifty dollar bill in his briefs. "Tipped me good."
Henry's eyes darken. "Fifty dollars for a lap dance," he murmurs, "and he still doesn't get to have this."
"I only save this for my special clients."
"And how many of those do you have?"
Henry knows the answer, but Alex plays along. "Dunno, there's too many to count... but you're at the top of that list."
"I shouldn't expect anything less." Henry pulls down the zipper of his jeans and pulls his cock free, red at the tip and forming beads of precome. "You know what to do."
Alex does. Without hesitation, he leans forward and licks up the precome shining at the head of his dick, making a show of collecting every drop. Then he kisses the head, once, just to tease a little more, before sinking his mouth over Henry's cock, not stopping until he takes him to the root.
Henry moans, threading a hand through Alex's curls and tugging, which makes Alex go a little cross-eyed. It still takes him by surprise how well Henry knows him, how he can read every little tell he ever shows and memorizes it to heart. He tugs on Alex's hair again, and Alex keens, the sound muffled by Henry's dick in his mouth.
He wastes no time, dragging his tongue along the underside as he draws back, swallowing around him when Henry's the most sensitive, breathing in his musk when he's so close that his nose presses into Henry's pubic hair. He's had a lot of practice at this. His first time sucking Henry's dick was his first time sucking any dick, period, and even he can admit he was rather... enthusiastic that first time. Now, he's more controlled, more experienced, more confident. He certainly appreciates it, and he's sure Henry appreciates it as hell, too.
It doesn't take long to get Henry close to the edge. Alex couldn't forget about his hard-on pressing against him during his lap dance, even when he was doing the same thing to another client. He traces his tongue along the head of Henry's cock before sucking it back into his mouth, using his hand to jerk off the exposed length. Henry swears and cups Alex's jaw with his hand, tilting his head up so he can lock eyes with Alex. Faintly over the pounding in his ears, he can hear Henry murmur, "Fucking eyelashes," and knows that Henry is only seconds away from coming — this isn't the first time he's heard Henry utter those exact words in this exact context.
"Alex," Henry pants, his hips moving in tiny, miniscule thrusts, "Alex, I'm — Christ, please —"
Alex pops his mouth off of Henry's cock long enough to say, "Come in my mouth," his voice rough and raspy, before sucking lightly at Henry's balls and pressing sloppy kisses along his dick until he gets it back in his mouth.
Henry's head tips back, a familiar laugh escaping from his lips, and soon after he's coming, moans slipping out as Alex swallows around him, relishing in the salty, bitter taste of Henry. He doesn't let up until Henry's grip on his curls slackens, and when he does, he rises to his feet immediately to drag Henry into a searing kiss, knowing exactly what he likes after a blowjob.
Jesus, the way Henry kisses is otherworldly. Alex usually has a strict no-kissing boundary with his clients, but Henry is the exception. Henry is always the exception. Especially when Henry sucks on his tongue and moans, licking away at the taste of his own come. It's the hottest thing Alex has ever seen.
His hand finds purchase on Alex's ass again, squeezing his cheek and pulling his body closer. Alex's cock presses against Henry's thigh through his briefs, and they both moan.
"I want," Henry breathes in between kisses, "to bend you over your vanity and get my mouth on you."
"But you won't —" Alex starts, trying to picture how Henry can suck him off when he's leaning over the vanity and sticking his ass out, then freezes, putting two and two together. "Oh."
"Quite," Henry simply says in response, guiding Alex across the room.
This, too, isn't unfamiliar. Alex knows where he's supposed to go, bracing himself on his hands with a smirk before Henry pushes in between his shoulders, guiding him down to his elbows. It makes his ass stick out even more, he's been told. He knows the path that Henry's lips take, first across his shoulders, then down the ridges of his spine, and kissing the dimples on his back before squeezing at his ass. He knows the rush of cool air on his ass when Henry shoves his briefs down, the bills tucked in his waistband tickling his skin as they flutter to the floor. Henry pauses, running his hands up and down Alex's ass, a routine he always does. Alex closes his eyes and pushes his ass back into the touch.
"You look," Henry begins, "so fucking hot right now."
That makes Alex's eyes fly right back open. He's not a stranger to getting compliments from Henry, but the raw desire behind this particular one has his cock practically throbbing at his words. He barely muffles his moan as he bites at his lip, trying to remind himself where he is, what he's doing, not getting lost in the moment.
"Watch yourself," Henry demands as he sinks to his knees. Alex suddenly becomes aware of the mirror in front of him. He peers at his reflection and is surprised to see how wrecked he looks already — messed curls, blown pupils, swollen lips. Henry's dick in his mouth just has that effect on him.
He's not expecting it when Henry spreads his cheeks apart and blows cool air over his hole. He's not even able to get a word out before Henry licks a stripe over his hole, and the punched-out moan that escapes his chest is obscene. He's always been sort of a slut for getting eaten out, but Henry's spoiled him to the point of no return. Anything he does with his mouth, his hands, his tongue never fails to turn him on.
The cold press of his ring against his skin is an added bonus. A reminder that Henry is claimed and wants him.
He's a moaning, begging mess before he knows it, reduced to babbles of "please" and other equally desperate noises. His reflection only heightens the pleasure he feels. He doesn't think of himself as a narcissist, but he knows he looks good, and seeing his own lust flushed over his cheeks is really doing something for him. He pushes his ass back against Henry's face, his heart flipping in his chest when Henry groans.
Henry gives as good as he's got, alternating between deep, broad licks and short thrusts of his tongue inside of him. At one point, he pulls back to suck on his own fingers, much to Alex's audible dismay, but makes up for it by pushing a spit-soaked finger into him alongside his tongue. He thrusts his finger in and out, wasting no time and pressing right up against Alex's prostate. Alex can feel the precome dripping from the tip of his cock and down his shaft, a painful reminder that he needs to come now.
"Henry," he begs, gasping as his prostate gets nailed again. He's so close to the vanity mirror that it's starting to fog up from his breath. "I need another, please, give me another — fuck, please, baby..."
He can feel the way Henry shudders behind him. Baby. The pet name that never fails to make Henry fall apart.
Henry complies and slides in another finger, but his mouth disappears from Alex's hole. To make up for the loss, his other hand moves around Alex's waist and wraps around his cock. Alex has to fight to not come on the spot. It doesn't take much longer, though — Henry continues the abuse on his prostate, his strokes in time with his thrusts, and when Henry sinks his teeth into the meat of Alex's ass, Alex comes with a muffled cry into his elbow and a wild buck of his hips.
Henry works him through it, working his hand and thrusting his fingers until Alex begins to hiss with oversensitivity. He presses stray kisses to Alex's ass as he does so, as if he can't help it, murmuring things such as "Good, that's so good, love." It's not until Alex slumps forward on the vanity, spent, that he pulls his fingers out and lets him come down.
Alex hums, letting the last waves of his orgasm fade away. "Love when you visit me at work."
Henry presses a sticky kiss to the inside of his thigh in response. "The pleasure is all mine. Especially when you wear something like this."
The implication is there, a silent question for a second round, but Alex is in no rush. Maybe when they're back at home, freshly showered and settled into their bed. He lets the fantasy run through his mind, smiling to himself despite the cramping in his forearms. The comfortable silence hangs between them, then —
"I can't believe you forgot to take off your ring."
"It was a simple mistake," Henry huffs. "You did quite well playing that off, though."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm the best, I know." Alex rises himself back onto his hands, testing his shaky arms. "Can you grab mine? I miss wearing it."
He hears Henry get to his feet behind him and shuffle to the coffee table on the other side of the room, where a small jewelry box sits, the perfect size for Alex's wedding ring. He drops it in the same box before every shift of his. Henry returns to his side a moment later, helping Alex fully stand up and sliding his ring back onto his finger. It's a perfect match to the one he wears on his own finger.
Alex flexes his hand. "Hmm. Much better."
Henry stares at the cash that litters the floor. "You made quite a lot of tips today."
"Yeah, no thanks to you," Alex says, giving him a gentle slap to the chest before moving to the closet. "You take that twenty out of our joint account again?"
"Considering that's our only bank account, yes."
Alex makes a harumph sound. "Can't believe I married such a cheapskate."
Henry comes up from behind him again, wrapping his arms around his waist and digging his chin into his shoulder. "Well, I can't believe I married the hottest, sexiest, most brilliant man in the world."
"You're such a fucking sap," Alex snickers, tugging on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants. "Grab the money and we can head out, okay?"
Ten minutes later, Alex walks out of his dressing room hand-in-hand with Henry, his tip money safely tucked away in his bag and his heart safely tucked away with Henry's. Henry is his favorite client, after all.