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Tension hangs thick and heavy in the study. Henry’s chest is twisted tight, and sweat beads along his hairline as he watches his boyfriend pace a hole in their carpet. Alex’s first semester law school results come out today - in ninety seconds to be exact.
Since the moment he had burst through their front door after his final exam for the semester, part of Alex has been on edge. It’s been two weeks of persistent nail biting, longer runs and a bouncing knee. Henry is surprised Alex’s leg hasn’t fallen off its hinges.
Half the night had been spent playing with Alex’s curls and watching repeats of The West Wing together. Eventually, around 4:00am, Alex had drifted off into a fitful sleep and drooled through Henry’s pyjama shirt whilst Henry had tried his best to follow him despite a half-dead arm and a sticky chest. But, he’d do it all again, in a heartbeat, for every grade Alex receives in the next three years.
Part of him hopes the grade anxiety smooths out over time as Alex grows in confidence and gains a better cognizance of his performance, though. He loathes seeing his boyfriend so anxious, and hates being unable to comfort him adequately. Alex has assured him dozens of times that he’s giving Alex everything he needs, but hearing his rapid-fire back and forth with his law school mates is quite frankly alarming. No amount of I know you did wonderfully or you seem like you have an excellent grasp of the content, love will have the same resonance as I came to the same conclusion and grades that prove to Alex he’s achieved well.
Time is dwindling now and he’s not sure soothing or placating him will work any longer. So, Henry just watches from his spot, leaning against the window as Alex stomps over to his computer and throws himself in his desk chair with thirty seconds to go. He’s clean shaven and showered, dressed in comfortable jeans and a loose NYU sweater thanks to Henry. He had all but shoved him into the shower that morning, ignoring Alex’s mutterings and reminding him that feeling fresh can reduce stress and tension.
The lines of Alex’s body are rigid as he watches the clock count down to 8:00 am. Henry’s heart takes flight and his throat closes up as Alex refreshes the page. For a moment, the page is a bright white, so much so that it burns his retinas and makes his eyes water. Henry blinks and suddenly the NYU web page has loaded and Alex is frozen, still white-knuckling the edge of his desk.
“Darling?” Henry asks gently, unsure. He pushes off the window ledge and approaches Alex cautiously. His boyfriend works himself hard and runs headfirst into any task set before him. Consequently, he also views anything less than complete and utter perfection as a bitter failure.
“Fuck,” Alex breathes.
Henry leans over and reads quickly.
Contracts (LAW-LW.11672) A
Procedure (LAW-LW.11650) A-
Torts (LAW-LW.11275) A
Lawyering (LAW-LW.10687) A
Pride and joy explode inside of him, a grin tugging at his mouth. “Alex-”
“Fuck!” Alex says, louder this time. He shoots up so quickly Henry has to stumble out of the way before he’s hit with a flailing limb. It’s for nought, though, because the next moment they’ve collided in a hug, clinging fiercely to each other as Alex jumps on his toes and whoops in his ear.
“Darling,” Henry can’t help but repeat, curling his hands into Alex’s soft sweater and tugging him as close as he can. “I’m so proud of you, come here-”
“I did it, I did it, I did it,” Alex repeats over and over, dazed and smiling ear-to-ear. He’s still smiling as Henry kisses him once and then twice more, their teeth clacking and almost missing each other’s mouths for Alex can’t stop talking. “Henry, god, fuck, I, shit-”
Henry can’t help but laugh. “Is that so?”
Alex throws him a rude gesture before plonking back down at his desk. “I need to read my Civ Pro paper against the model answers and check if I can contest my grade,” he says, already caught up in the whirlwind of his next challenge. “Maybe I should request to view my paper just in case anyway, just to be sure it was entered correctly-”
“Alex,” Henry says reproachfully, exasperated but fond. He had half expected this the moment he’d seen the minus. “Do you need to do that right now?”
“I meannnnn,” Alex doesn’t turn as he talks, his brown eyes zipping across the screen as he navigates through the portal to view what Henry assumes is his paper and the example papers. “Just give me a moment, babe-”
“Do I need to set a timer again?”
Alex doesn’t reply, his mind a million miles away. He stares at the screen and reaches out with his left hand, scrabbling for a notepad. Henry grudgingly nudges the pad and a pen into his hands, watching as Alex starts to list out … something. He can’t read his messy scrawl.
Henry considers him for a moment, running through his options. Yet another achievement that's pushed to the side; another mountain climbed and dismissed in favour of the next new challenge. Henry kind of wants to strangle him. Fire under his ass for no goddamn good reason. Still, he lets him go.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” he tells Alex. His words fall on deaf ears; Alex is too busy sliding his glasses out of their case and curling over his computer to pay attention.
Out in the hall, David lopes up to him and follows him down to the first landing, his nails clicking against the floorboards. “What are we going to do with him, Davey?” Henry asks out loud as he sets about taking out his favourite mug and some Earl Grey. His faithful beagle doesn’t answer, only wags his tail and sniffs at Henry’s feet.
As his tea steeps, Henry stares out the window. The sky is a light blue, patchworked with fluffy clouds. It’s a lovely day, one they should spend outside under the sunshine. But Henry’s mind doesn’t stray to the picnic basket they have tucked in their linen cupboard or the lush greenery of Central Park. No, he’s thinking about his stiff-shouldered boyfriend and how badly he wants to help him relax.
Henry feels the tug low in his stomach, the slow unfurling of desire as he imagines digging his fingertips into Alex’s shoulders and massaging away the knots. It’s been a handful of days since they had last had sex; Alex’s anxiety and Henry’s busy days at the shelter has been an effective stopper on their sexual intimacy. Henry is so distracted by the thought of unbuttoning Alex’s jeans and letting them pool at his ankles, kissing over the curves of his legs and sucking bruises into the insides of his thighs, that he takes a too quick sip of tea and almost burns his mouth.
Christ. He needs to get a grip. On his boyfriend, preferably.
He checks his watch as he ascends the stairs. It’s 8:27am. An extra two minutes.
Alex perks up as Henry reenters the study. “I think I found an extra mark or two!” He chirps. “Of course, I’ll need to think about it. I might need to step away and go back to it with fresh eyes, just to be sure I’m not gassing myself up.”
“That’s wonderful, darling,” Henry tells him, relieved but proud all over again. “Does that mean you’ll come downstairs and let me get you breakfast to celebrate?”
“In a minute,” Alex tells him as Henry approaches. “I’ve only checked it against two of the papers. The third one is hard to read, fucking cursive.”
Henry could tease him about his own messy writing. He could gently extricate him from the chair. He chooses option three.
“Alex,” he says firmly, a ghost of royal authority he so rarely wields weaved into his command. “Look at me.”
His boyfriend’s eyes shoot to him immediately, pupils blowing out and bottom lip jutted out. “H?” He blinks and stares, tension thickening between them as his hand remains hovering over his mousepad. Henry can practically see the energy thrumming beneath his skin.
Slowly, Henry reaches out and closes the laptop. Alex withdraws his fingers quickly and watches as the lid snaps shut. “I was just checking-”
“You deserve a moment to celebrate,” he tells Alex, reaching out and cupping his cheek. “Take a breath, love. Take in the view. You’ve worked so hard, and you’ve done so well. I’m so, so proud of you.”
He blinks slowly, pink dusting his cheekbones. “Thank you, H,” his hand brushes over Henry’s, his touch like blazing fire. “I just thought I should do it now so-”
“When does it have to be done by?”
Alex’s eyes flick to his closed laptop and then back to Henry. “I have ten business days to request a viewing of my exam and 30 days to request a regrade,” he recites.
Henry nods, pleased. Very slowly, he withdraws his hand and unbuttons his cardigan. Alex’s voice dies as Henry shrugs it off, leaving him in a white singlet that clings to his torso. “So you have plenty of time to lodge your request?”
“Uhhhhh.”
Smirking, Henry steps forward into Alex’s space and brushes a curl from his temple. His boyfriend tilts his head back and stares at him with wide eyes and parted lips. “Do you want me to repeat the question, love?”
Alex flushes. “I heard you. I’m just confused about what all this,” he gestures vaguely to Henry’s entire body, “is all about.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Henry asks, dropping to his knees in front of his boyfriend. His palms press down on Alex’s thighs as he shuffles forward. “I want to congratulate you on a job well done.”
“Well done?” Alex asks indignantly, but his eyes are locked on Henry’s fingertips as they inch up his jeans.
“Very well done,” Henry amends.
“That’s more like i-” he grunts as Henry undoes his top button.
Henry exhales a half laugh, grinning as he unzips the fly of Alex’s jeans and peels them open. “I love you,” he tells him earnestly. “You work so hard. Now let me make you feel good.”
Alex bites his lip and nods enthusiastically, watching closely as Henry draws closer and fits his fingertips beneath the band of his underwear. His lips part and a soft exhale escapes as Henry pulls them down and frees his half-hard cock from its confines. Eyes latched on Alex’s, Henry leans forward and presses his lips against the spongy head. The effect on Alex is instantaneous - his hips jump and a tiny, unfiltered whine comes loose. Henry sits with the sound for a moment, revelling in his boyfriend’s desire and blown out pupils.
But, Alex is impatient at the best of times, so Henry forgoes more teasing for wrapping his lips around the tip of his cock and swirling his tongue over his frenulum. Alex’s hand finds his hair, long fingers twisting into the strands at the nape of his neck, the weight of his palm urging him forward. Henry complies eagerly, swishing his tongue and sucking at Alex’s cock as it hardens and lengthens in his mouth.
“Henry,” Alex groans as he slips off with an obscenely wet noise. “Fuck, sweetheart.”
“Soon,” Henry tells him, gripping his shaft with his right hand and blinking innocently up at his gorgeous boyfriend and his wayward curls. His brown eyes are molten in the sunlight, throwing shades of gold Henry itches to find the exact shade to describe.
Alex’s breath hitches in response. “Yeah?” He croaks out.
Henry merely hums, suppressing a smile as Alex shivers, face alight with anticipation and eyebrows threaded and turned up. Needy. So needy already. The knowledge seeps through his bloodstream, and his own cock hardens in his pants as he begins to stroke Alex languidly.
Another whine. Alex has never been able to contain his noises in bed. Henry relishes in it, and has taken to categorising the sounds. He knows exactly where to press to elicit a high-pitched moan, and exactly how hard to suck to draw out a baritone sigh. Henry finds himself grinning, pleased, as Alex’s eyes flutter closed and his head tilts back, throat working as Henry slides his hand up and down his shaft like he has all the time in the world.
Henry is just as horny as Alex is right now, though. “Want to taste more of you,” Henry says softly before leaning forward and sucking lightly at one of his balls. Alex’s grip on the nape of his neck tightens. He tenses his stomach and half sits up, watching closely as Henry licks and sucks harder.
“Fuck,” Alex’s voice is strangled as he watches Henry pump him slowly and switch to his other ball. Henry can’t find it in himself to blush at the lewd slurping sounds he’s making, not when Alex is shuddering and white-knuckling the edge of his desk and his glasses are sliding down his nose. Instead, Henry fixes his gaze on him and continues his ministrations, his whole being centred on moving his tongue, lips and hand in the right rhythm to please Alex.
“Look at you,” Alex brushes his hair from his eyes as saliva drips down his chin. Henry moans and presses his thighs together as Alex tugs him closer. Alex’s wet balls slide against his chin and his cock against his nose and forehead as he licks up his raphe and then the length of him until his lips slip over the head and his tongue presses against his slit. “Fuck!” Alex chokes out, his leg shooting out and wrapping around the back of Henry’s thighs, pulling him closer.
Henry complies, shuffling forward and slipping his hands on either side of Alex’s waist before deepthroating him. The weight on his tongue is heaven and the way his tip hits the back of his throat sends another thrill shooting down his spine. Henry’s eyelashes flutter as he bobs his head, the satisfaction of Alex’s thick cock taking up his mouth humming under his skin. Breathing through his nose, he sinks down until he’s nuzzling coarse pubic hair and remains there, suppressing the flutter of his throat and sucking hard.
Above him, Alex groans, his other foot sliding out from beneath him and his hand slamming down on the wooden desk. A long moment passes and finally Henry withdraws, gasping for breath and grinning at the sticky threads of saliva strung between his lips and Alex’s cock. Without giving Alex a moment to recover, he dives back in, sucking his balls back into his mouth and twisting his wrist up and down his shaft.
“Henr-”
He licks up the underside and swallows him down again, salty pre-cum exploding across his tastebuds and his scalp stinging from Alex’s tight-fisted grip. He slips his mouth down the side of his cock, tongue exploring silky skin and revelling in the warmth beneath his lips.
“I’m going to come if you-”
Immediately, Henry pulls back and sits on his hunches. Alex looks wrecked. He’s blinking and his expression twitching, like he’s fighting to thread words together. Henry takes it as a compliment as he stands and pulls Alex up too, drawing him into his embrace.
“Come here,” he says affectionately. He pivots them, guiding Alex backwards by his hips and with a small grunt lifts him up onto his desk.
“Motherfucker,” Alex mutters, clumsily kicking his jeans off and shoving away his laptop and notepad. “Henry, fuck, sweetheart. You weren’t kidding.” He reaches up and swipes some saliva off his chin, his expression one of deepest admiration as he sucks it off his thumb.
“Well,” Henry tells him gravely. “I take celebratory blowjobs very seriously.” Alex smirks at him and they laugh in unison, leaning forward simultaneously and pressing their foreheads together. “Alex,” he whispers into the millimetres between them, “I’m so proud of you. Can I fuck you about it?”
A high-pitched whine. Alex’s hands slip around his waist and pull him even closer so that they’re chest to chest. “Fuck, baby. Yes. A million times yes-” he kisses Henry then, open-mouthed and with an eager tongue. Henry’s hands start at Alex’s hairy thighs and wander up until they’re lifting Alex’s shirt over his head.
With no small amount of regret, he breaks the kiss. Still, he rids Alex of his final piece of clothing and that more than makes up for it. Henry drinks in the sight of his boyfriend and his miles of golden brown skin, the ridges of his abdominals and the swell of his biceps. He’s simultaneously a ray of warm sunlight and the soft orange of a sunset, the sweetest bite of a peach and the crescendo of a symphony. Leaning forward, he kisses Alex again, cupping his face and pouring all the love he can into the press of their mouths.
“Need your clothes off,” Alex mumbles against him, deft fingers pulling his white singlet up and over his head. He throws it away and pulls Henry closer by his belt loops, licentious and uncaring as he tugs roughly at the top button of Henry’s jeans and unzips his fly by pulling the two sides apart.
A realisation occurs to Henry. “Wait. Need to go find lube,” he says regretfully as Alex’s hands brush his bulge.
“How dare you have so little faith in me,” Alex chastises, pulling away and fumbling open his top drawer before withdrawing a tiny bottle of travel lube Henry is willing to bet is his.
“Christ, I love you,” Henry tells him, snatching it from his hand and kissing Alex again. “Clever boy,” he says between kisses, smiling at the little responding shiver Alex’s body does. “So proud of you. You work so hard,” he continues, nuzzling into Alex’s throat and pressing his lips behind his ear. “Now it’s time for you to relax.”
“I don’t think I have a relaxed bone in my body,” Alex grits out, hands skimming down Henry’s sides and clamping onto his ass.
“You’ll have 206 when I’m done with you,” Henry promises, laughing as Alex groans.
“That worked. Why did that work?”
Henry ignores him. Instead, he tugs Alex off the desk and flips him so his back is to Henry’s front. “Head down, love,” he instructs, pushing him down flat on the broad oak desk, grateful at least that Alex’s new monitors haven’t arrived yet and he has the expanse to work with. It would have been supremely unsexy to spend time unhooking them and carefully stowing them away. He’s not quite sure it would have stopped him, though. Fucking Alex on his desk has been a fantasy of his for longer than he cares to admit.
A muttered motherfucker reaches his ears as he once more lowers himself down. He’s long adjusted to the feeling of hard floorboards beneath him, and delights in the palette of violet and lilacs that paint his knees after moments like these. Eating his boyfriend’s ass or sucking his cock is always worth it.
For a moment, he trails light fingertips up Alex’s legs and simply looks. His thighs are lean but muscular from running, his ass round and firm with a smattering of hair Henry had very sternly told him not to try waxing again after a disastrous first time. He presses into the swell of his cheek watching the skin blanch, losing himself in the feeling of soft skin and the recoil of it. But then the lines of Alex’s body contract and he stiffens and Henry smirks, knowing that it’s taking everything within Alex to remain still and quiet.
Henry lifts off his hunches and spreads Alex’s cheeks, blowing lightly on his hole and smiling wider at the low grunt Alex gives. “Fucking-” he cries out as Henry spits on him and presses his mouth right over his hole. “Henry, Henry, Henry-”
A long-fingered hand finds his hair and scrabbles for purchase. Henry takes hold of his wrist and pulls it away, grip tight as he presses his tongue against Alex and laps at him. His other hand pulls him open, kneading at his cheek as he jiggles it. Alex’s body trembles under Henry’s tongue, unaccustomed to the wet pressure against the crinkles of his hole.
Within minutes, Alex’s hips are bucking up against his mouth, desperate. Henry relinquishes his hold and grabs for Alex’s hips instead, holding them tightly and burying his face deeper, swirling his tongue against his entrance before probing inside. “Oh fuck-” he hears distantly, and once again Alex’s body moves against his grip, desperate for reprieve.
Henry lets Alex hurl profanities and catch his breath. But only for a moment. He dives back in, pressing his tongue firmly against his taint and dotting a line up to the very outer of his entrance. Reaching up with his right hand, he pulls his cheek aside again and presses his thumb down above his hole as he licks. At the same time, he reaches around with his left hand and gently cups his balls, brushing a thumb over the crease.
More swearing follows as he presses his thumb inside alongside his tongue. He thrusts while he can, Alex clenching around him and his hips rocking backwards. After a long moment he pulls back and, keeping his thumb inside him, very slowly licks up his perineum and to his stretched open hole. His entire world quickly narrows down to his boyfriend’s body and the hard floor beneath his legs and knees.
Several long minutes of devouring him later, Henry leans back and wipes his mouth. Alex’s hole and taint is wet and slippery with his saliva, his entrance puckered and cheeks red with the indent of his fingers and nails. Satisfaction bites into him as he stands, hands wandering and fondling, possessive and greedy for every inch of Alex he can touch.
“Alex,” he says somewhat hoarsely, pressing his front against Alex’s back and pulling his hips back into the cradle of his hips. Alex gasps and grabs at his hand, twining their fingers and tilting his neck to the side so that Henry can mouth along the stretch of skin. He’s warm beneath Henry’s lips, and sweet on his tongue as he sucks bruises into the curve of his shoulder and up the column of his neck. “Baby.”
“Sweetheart,” Alex says in a distant voice, his curls brushing Henry’s cheek. “This is some celebration.”
Henry kisses his pulse and takes a deep breath, inhaling the smell of Alex’s cologne and his natural scent. “You deserve it. You deserve everything,” he says sweetly. “You’ve been so dedicated. So good.”
“Henry,” Alex sighs.
“You’re good, Alex. So good. I’m proud of you, yes?” he nuzzles his shoulder and waits. Squeezes his waist when Alex doesn’t respond right away. “Yes?”
“Yes,” Alex manages.
“Say it, darling,” he coaxes him gently, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I’m good enough.”
“I-” Alex swallows, shivering as Henry caresses his arm and kisses the back of his neck. “I’m good enough.”
“Perfect,” Henry praises him, kissing his hair this time. “I’m going to fuck you now, alright?”
Alex lets out a low groan. “Fucking Christ.”
“Do you want to be on your stomach, or on your back?”
His boyfriend thinks about it for a moment. “Wanna see your face.”
Henry flips him and lifts him once more onto the desk. Alex’s legs wrap around his waist automatically, digging into his ass as they fall into another searing kiss. Immediately, Alex opens up beneath him, pressing his tongue into Henry’s mouth and slipping his arms around Henry’s shoulders, burying one hand in his hair. They cling to each other, heat building between them with each re-slot of their mouths and greedy gropes of the other’s body.
It escalates until quick hands are shoving down his jeans and underwear and Henry is kicking them away, pushing Alex gently down onto his back and admiring his easy obedience. His broad chest heaves and his nipples pebble as Henry smooths a hand down his chest and cups his pec, squeezing lightly and thumbing at the hard bud. “Spread your legs.”
Flushing, Alex complies, legs parting and heels planted on the edge of the desk. His cock is dark and thick, resting on his lower tummy in a small pool of pre-cum. “Good boy.” Henry runs his hands up his inner thigh and kisses the inner part of each knee before reaching for the discarded lube. “You like being good, don’t you?”
“Only for you,” Alex says impatiently, shifting and tilting his head up to watch as Henry unclips the lube and warms it on his fingertips. “Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up. Put it in. Put it in. Put it i-”
Henry presses one of his knees down on the desk and uses his opposite elbow to spread his other leg wider, smirking as Alex gasps and shifts again, toes curling. “Impatient,” he observes, his smirk shifting into a cocky grin as Alex scowls at him. “Do you want my fingers or not?”
His lower lip juts out and his brows thread. “Quickly.”
Before he finishes enunciating, Henry is slipping one finger in to the first knuckle. Alex’s knee presses into his elbow, and his foot wiggles and flexes as Henry inches his finger in, lightly thrusting and watching as Alex arches off the desk and groans at the intrusion. “Fuck that’s good-”
Henry studies him closely as he thrusts his finger again, drinking in the blissed out expression and the flutter of long lashes as Alex’s body reacts to Henry’s ministrations. It’s been over a year of learning the intricacies of Alex’s body, and of experimenting with touch and teeth and tongue. He puts it to good use now, curling his finger and pressing against Alex’s prostate, suppressing a shiver of his own as Alex spasms and his cock twitches, smearing pre-cum across his lower stomach. “Just like that, Alex,” he says quietly, “Does it feel good, love? It does, doesn’t it?”
A particularly mean thrust has Alex’s hand shooting out and grabbing for Henry’s wrist, garbling strings of words that sound vaguely like so good and more and fuck you and your fucking fingers. Henry lets him try to firm his hold, ignoring the scratch of nails as he works Alex’s hole open with steady fingers, comfortable in the knowledge that Alex would safeword if he needed the break. They both know he doesn’t want Henry to stop, that he’s delighting in the overwhelming feeling of too much and not enough, and that being filled is the only thing that will be able to satiate him when he’s in this state.
One finger becomes two and in no time at all Alex is mewling and writhing beneath him, sucking his stomach in and arching his back, fisting his hands until they’re white. Henry is gentler this time, focused only on opening him up as opposed to teasing, the desire to be inside him outweighed only by the need to please his boyfriend. When Alex shouts, he stops scissoring his fingers and pulls out, watching with satisfaction as Alex’s hole pulses.
“You alright, love?” he checks.
“Fuckin’ peachy,” Alex gasps out, covering his face and clenching his fingers and toes. “Jesus, Henry, you’re making me crazy. Need your cock inside me right fucking now.”
“Come here,” Henry coaxes softly, tugging at Alex’s arms and hauling him up. Alex comes willingly, his legs still tight around Henry’s waist and his hands planted on Henry’s broad shoulders. “Good boy.”
Praise never fails to send a shudder down Alex’s spine. His legs squeeze Henry. “And you call me the demon.”
“Only when you’re being a demon,” Henry reminds him. “Right now you’re being-” he pauses, eyes catching Alex’s. Alex bites his lip, eyelashes fluttering against the inside of his glasses and his body tensing subconsciously as he waits. Henry smooths curls back from his forehead and cups his cheek, brushing a thumb down the sharp line of his jaw before he finishes his sentence. “Good.” A soft exhale passes though Alex’s lips.
“Baby,” Alex says, pleading eyes soaking into him.
“I love the way you look when you’re like this,” Henry admits, placing a steadying hand on the small of his back, “So needy for me.”
“Need you to hurry up-”
Henry complies, lining himself up with Alex’s entrance, eager to give Alex what he needs. Slowly, he presses forward until his tip sits snug against where he’s lubed and ready for him. One shift of his hips and he’d enter him. The realisation strikes a flame inside Henry, one that quickly spreads throughout his chest and down to his extremities.
“Look at me, darling,” he says gently, tilting Alex’s chin up toward him. He holds him still, stares into gold-flecked brown eyes and pushes into his body. The slide into his warmth is easy, but he’s so tight, Henry has to grit his teeth against the desire to slam into him. Alex isn’t helping at all. The rapturous expression he fixes Henry with almost unmoors him completely, the tiny part of his lips and bright eyes very nearly enough to snap his self-restraint.
Instead he pauses, waiting for Alex to adjust to him and watching as his Adam’s apple bobs. “Alex,” he murmurs, brushing soft curls off his forehead and smoothing out the wrinkle between his brows. “You’re taking me so well. Breathe.”
“I’m just getting used to it,” Alex grits out, locking his ankles behind Henry’s waist and urging him forward by the grip on his shoulders.
“I know,” Henry assures him. “As long as you need.” He turns his head and kisses Alex’s soft inner wrist.
Slowly, Alex begins to grind down on him, small movements of his hips and little exhales of breath. “Fuck,” he grunts, ducking forward and hiding his face in Henry’s neck. “Can you-”
Henry closes his eyes and thrusts shallowly, an inch or so, listening to Alex’s breaths in his ears and skimming calming hands down his spine. Alex relaxes quickly, his body turning pliant. “Sweetheart.” He leans back and looks up at Henry with pouty lips. Immediately, Henry surges forward and kisses him.
It takes all of sixty seconds for Alex to become impatient. His movements become frenetic, the pull of his legs fitting them snug together and wandering hands leaving blazing trails of heat over Henry’s chest and shoulders. “It feels so fucking good H, need you inside me,” he tells him quickly, rocking his hips and sending little sparks down Henry’s legs, “Fuck, you feel so deep already, please baby, please-”
A shudder runs through him. “Alex-” he warns, tensing his stomach. He’s never been good at holding out, the occasion too few and far between to calibrate around. But, he wants to last this time. Needs to make Alex feel as blissed out as he leaves Henry.
With that thought, he jerks his hips forward and bottoms out, biting his lip as Alex moans beneath him and clenches. “Lay down,” he says as he guides him backwards to lay flat across the desk. “Good boy.” He presses a hand over his stomach to keep him still. Alex is so beautiful like this, spread out beneath him and flushed a pretty pink colour. Henry tells him as such.
“You’re beautiful,” he says gently. “One blink of those gorgeous eyelashes and I’d do anything for you.”
At first the rolls of his hips are slow and meaningful, fingertips skating up Alex’s inner thigh. He’s putty in Henry’s palms, lax as Henry builds his tempo. Small beads of sweat collect in his hairline and in the dip of his throat, and his pecs jump with each of Henry’s thrusts. His mouth even stops moving but for little moans of pleasure.
He takes one of Alex’s hands and holds on tightly, thumb pressing over his radial pulse and relishing in the erratic flutter of it. Henry is there with him, his heart thumping against his ribcage and excitement surging his heart rate. Christ, all he wants is to take Alex apart.
“Alex,” Henry gets out. He tugs at his legs and throws one over each shoulder. Tilted at an incline, Alex begins to tremble. “Relax, darling. I’ve got you. I’m going to lift your hips, yes?”
“Yeah,” Alex nods, eyes blown wide. “Yeah, fuck. Please, sweetheart.”
With a small grunt, Henry lifts Alex’s ass off the desk and sinks down to his hilt. Alex gasps, arching his back at the new sensation, unshed tears swimming in glassy eyes. “Baby-” Henry throws his head back and exhales, overwhelmed by the building pleasure inside him. It comes in waves as he thrusts, the combination of Alex’s tight ass and the psychological stimulation almost overpowering.
For his part, Alex is sprouting dizzying combinations of words, half words of endearment, half vulgarities. He meets Henry’s thrusts, his calves pressing down on Henry’s shoulders for leverage and his stomach tensing from the effort, broadcasting six ridges of abdominals for Henry’s mouth to water over. “Faster,” he demands. “Please, Henry, I can take it. I promise I can take it, need it.”
He takes it beautifully, if loudly. Henry tenses his stomach and digs his fingernails into Alex’s hips, certainly bruising, but desperate to draw out Alex’s orgasm, to fuck him the way he deserves. “I’m so proud of you,” he tells Alex, staring into big brown eyes. “You’re so passionate about all that you do, such a hard worker. Such a clever boy.”
Oh. Alex shudders, his eyes fluttering and his teeth closing around his bottom lip. Satisfaction bleeds into his bloodstream as Alex’s untouched cock twitches between them, bouncing with each collision of Henry’s hips with his ass. Christ, his ass. So round and firm, a perfect handful for Henry’s big palms. His favourite daydream is usually the one where his face and tongue is buried between his cheeks. Today, he revels in the switch up and the heady feeling of experimenting with his desires.
“Look at me,” Henry cups his cheek and prises free his bottom lip. “You’re incredible, Alex.”
Alex’s eyes are unfocused, glassy and a million miles away. Still, he tries to maintain eye contact with his boyfriend as his hips quicken; tries to communicate all the love he has by dropping kisses across his forehead and on his hair. He leans forward and whispers into the shell of his ear, “My good boy. I can’t believe how amazing you feel.”
“I’m close,” Alex tells him, one hand closing around Henry’s wrist. “Please can I have-”
“You can have anything you want,” Henry tells him, reading Alex’s expression and closing his hand around the thickness of his cock. It throbs in his palm as Alex’s ass clenches around him, a satisfying thrill zinging through his body. He pumps it once before letting go and cupping his palm beneath Alex’s mouth. “If you spit.”
Blinking slowly at him, Alex’s throat works and his jaw clenches. With a demure expression, he tilts his head forward and lets a sticky pool of saliva dribble past his lips and into the curve of Henry’s palm, his glasses slipping down his nose. “That’s it,” he praises, “that’s my good boy. Put your hands on my shoulders and let me make you feel good, yes?”
Alex is close; Henry can feel it in the grip of his thighs and see it in the flush of his body. He takes a moment to push his glasses up before wrapping a hand around Alex again. He wants Alex to see what he’s doing to him, alright. Henry pumps him slowly, watching precum bead at his tip and the wrinkle of velvet skin as he works him over. “Can I-”
Henry tugs Alex impossibly closer, folding one of his legs into a sharp v and letting the other slip down and wrap around his waist. Alex holds onto his shoulders, head bowed as he watches Henry’s wrist and hips move. “Yes,” he breathes out, tension coiling tight inside him, “Be a good boy and come for me, Alex.”
His back arches as he comes undone, blunt fingernails digging into Henry’s shoulders as he spills over Henry’s fist, warm and sticky. Henry follows close behind with a breathless laugh into the hollow of Alex’s collarbone, slowly rolling his hips and riding out an orgasm so intense he’s glad he has something to hold on to.
“Fuck, H,” Alex gets out, breathing hard and slipping his leg off Henry’s shoulder. Henry allows him a moment to straighten up first before he’s leaning in and kissing him again, sucking on Alex’s bottom lip and palming narrow hips as the last of the ecstasy simmers into a low throb deep in his groin. He tries not to groan too wantonly as his cock slips free of Alex’s body. He already misses the press of it around him.
“I love you,” he says into Alex’s mouth, pulling loose legs around his waist again, unwilling to let him go.
“I love you mor-” he yelps as Henry picks him up and plants his hands firmly under his ass.
“I think,” Henry tells him seriously, “that’s up for debate.”
“I think,” Alex throws back, “That you’re getting my come everywhere.”
Henry jostles him, grinning as Alex whines and locks his arms and legs around Henry, snug like a koala around its favourite branch. “Hush, love. Let me shower you down.”
The spray of the warm water washes away a light layer of sweat and any residual stickiness. The two of them linger though, fingers spreading soap over the ridges of muscles and their mouths meeting in soft kisses. It’s only when their hands are pruny that they shut the water off and step out to pat themselves dry with fluffy towels.
Today is special, though. Henry tugs Alex’s towel from his hands and wraps it around his shoulders and arms, pinning them to his sides before pulling him forward into another kiss. Henry’s tongue slips into his mouth as he dries down Alex’s back, ass and thighs.
“Jesus, baby,” Alex says, but he’s pleased as Henry hangs their towels up and ushers Alex into their room.
The walls are painted cream like his room at Kensington, but the photographs and furniture that decorate the room and the large window opposite their bed create something distinctly more warm and inviting. It’s theirs. The old-fashioned painting of a beagle head on a man with royal regalia? The silly bobble heads of them Alex had found at a discount store? It’s silly, but they’re theirs. The bedsheets are no longer stuck on a rotation of cream and gold, and not every piece of furniture matches perfectly. It’s small to others, but big to Henry.
Smiling to himself, Henry tugs out two random pairs of sweatpants from their drawers. He throws some that are surely Alex’s towards him, and slips his own over his hips. “Here, love,” he follows up, brandishing an oatmeal coloured sweater at Alex that is definitely his own. He loves the way Alex looks in his clothes though, alright.
Alex’s eyes light up as Henry draws close and fits the neck over his head. His head pops through, curls messy but smile big. “Are you going to finish me off?”
“Again?” Henry quirks an eyebrow, but he takes Alex’s point and feeds his arm through the first sleeve.
“I’m not opposed to round two,” Alex waggles his eyebrows at him. Henry can’t help but flush. “Maybe after a nap, though.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” Henry pulls the sweater down Alex’s torso and runs an appreciative eye over the bagginess of it. There’s something about Alex in Henry’s too big clothes, and the pleased little smile and pink cheeks, that sparks a possessiveness inside him. Unthinkingly, he all but tackles Alex onto the bed, falling on top of him with a small oof sound.
Laughing, Alex scoops Henry up under the elbows and flips them over. “Hey!” Henry complains, wiggling his arm free and sliding it around Alex’s waist. He pouts up at his boyfriend. “What was that for?”
“You’re just so-” Alex makes a low, frustrated sound in the back of his throat and gestures at him. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
“Oh, darling,” Henry cups his cheek and draws him down for a sweet kiss, nothing but the press of their lips and the softness of his caress across Alex’s cheek. “And I’m in love with fucking you,” he says solemnly, fighting to remain straight-faced.
He almost immediately breaks out into giggles as Alex’s jaw drops open, mock outrage flitting across his handsome face. “Why I oughta-”
Henry had hated the palatial bed at Kensington, but he loves the one in their obscenely large room at the brownstone. He flips them again, pressing Alex down into the mattress with his hips and taking his face in his hands. “I love you,” he promises, thumbing the chin dimple he adores so much. “Forever with you won’t be enough.”
“That’s more like it,” Alex snarks back, but his eyes are soft.
Henry raises his eyebrows and slowly squishes his cheeks together until his lips pop vertical and he takes on the appearance of a pouting fish. “Behave,” he jokes, grinning as Alex giggles beneath him and reaches up to do the very same move back. His own cheeks are pressed together, his tongue stuck on the roof of his mouth.
“Kith,” Alex demands. Henry indulges him, leaning down and doing a weird sort of brush against his mouth that sends them both into a fit of laughter. He throws himself off Alex and lays down beside him, his heart full to bursting and his chest warm. Being with Alex like this settles him, makes it all feel worth it.
“I’m exhausted,” he admits to the ceiling, adjusting his arm for Alex and pulling him into the side of his body. Alex cuddles up close, throwing a leg over Henry’s thigh and nuzzling into his pectoral.
“Me too,” Alex responds softly. “I’m sorry about last night.”
“Never be sorry, love,” Henry tells him firmly. “You’ve worked so bloody hard this semester. It’s your first lot of law school grades. I was exactly the same with my thesis.”
“Really?”
Henry screws his face up at the ceiling, thinking back. It’s true he had been a little nervous and had stayed up the night before with a tummy ache, but whether that was able to be separated from the daily anxiety he had lived with during that part of his life was another question altogether. At the time, he had also suspected giving a Prince a poor grade would be frowned upon. He had been content in the knowledge that regardless of it all, he was talented and intelligent, and very much capable of attaining a master’s degree.
Grades mean different things to them both, but Alex knows this. So, in answer, he says, “In the sense I was nervous and couldn’t sleep.” Pulling Alex closer, he continues on, “Speaking of sleep, would you like that nap now?”
“Yeah,” Alex says and immediately proceeds to yawn loudly. Henry smiles fondly down at him, fitting his right hand over Alex’s left, currently curled into the front of Henry’s loose navy sweater.
“Like this?”
Alex tilts his head up and fixes Henry with puppy dog eyes. Henry breaks into a wider smile and wastes no time in pulling him over his chest and over to his other side. “Darling,” he says reverently, curling his larger body around Alex’s body and pulling him back into the expanse of his chest. He throws a leg over Alex’s and locks them together, snuggling close until there’s not even an inch separating them. Two hearts, one home.
“I love you,” Alex tells him, interlocking his hand with Henry’s where it rests on his tummy.
“I love you too,” Henry responds softly. “Go to sleep, darling. I’ve got you.”
When they wake a handful of hours later to buttery sunlight streaming through their curtains, Alex immediately wiggles his ass backwards into Henry’s groin and sucks a finger into his warm mouth. Henry has no choice but to peel Alex’s sweatpants down and slip inside him again after that, kissing behind his ear and murmuring praise into the shell of it as Alex rocks his hips back and moans into his pillow.
And if Alex ends up strewn across the desk again later that night, begging his “Professor” to reconsider his grade, that’s no one’s business but their own.