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Killing me softly
They’re lying in bed. The sunlight has completely disappeared from their room. The only light source, the lamp on Alex’s nightstand, casts a soft hue and bathes them both in a golden light.
Henry watches a drop of sweat run down the side of Alex’s face. He holds back from reaching out and smudging it away, his arms feeling too tired to lift. He thinks he might be melting into the mattress, his skin becoming one with the cover.
“Hen, you alright?” Alex sits up and pushes a sweaty blond lock from Henry’s forehead.
The only thing Henry can get out is a ‘mhm’.
“Can I ask you something?” Alex’s smile drops and he looks around the room, seemingly avoiding direct eye contact with Henry.
“Sure.” Henry croaks out. He blinks as he feels a drop of sweat collecting at the corner of his eye.
“Are you satisfied with this?” The words tumble out of Alex, almost incoherent.
Henry eyebrows knit together in confusion. He turns his body to the side and props his head up on his hand. “What do you mean?” Henry slurs out, still a bit fucked out from their activities.
“Our sex.” Alex states, his eyes squint together slightly as if he’s scared of Henry’s reaction.
“I can barely speak right now, Alex. Is that not enough to tell you that I’m satisfied with our sex life?”
Alex frowns. “Be serious.”
“I am being serious, Alex. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and never dreamt in a million years I was actually going to have. How could I not be satisfied? You’re good and you’re so good for me, specifically. I love you and everything about you. You know that. I don’t know where this is coming from, darling.”
Henry sits up. He’s starting to recognize that this has probably been on Alex’s mind for quite some time and will require a serious conversation. He takes a sip from the glass of water on his nightstand to help with the dryness in his mouth.
“I don’t know. I just- sometimes I’m not sure that I’m- you know.” Alex’s own hand finds home in his curls, it’s a nervous habit of his. Henry’s not liking anything about Alex’s current state. He looks like a scared puppy.
“Alex, stop. Breathe for a second, okay? For me. Take a sip of water. We can talk about this.” Henry takes Alex’s face in hand and wipes the sweat from his forehead. He caresses his cheek and places a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Thank you, baby.” Alex takes a sip of water, Henry’s sure that the cool liquid running down Alex’s throat is going to help him calm down. At least a bit.
“Do you wanna tell me what this is about?” Henry whispers in the safety of their room. It’s not the first time they’re having conversations about their sex life. It’s important and it’s natural for a healthy relationship. And Alex knows that. And they’ve both sworn to bring anything up if they’re having doubts or wishes.
“It’s just that you know I’ve never been with another guy before you,” Henry cocks his head to the side. “Apart from Liam, yeah yeah. I know. But everything I’ve learned about sex with another man has been with you. And you’ve been with other men and maybe they knew more things than me and I guess what I’m saying is that I sometimes doubt that I’m fulfilling all of your needs.”
“What needs?” Henry asks, genuinely curious.
“I guess I overheard a conversation between you and Pez…accidentally.” Alex flinches.
“Oh no.” Henry says carefully. “What about?”
“About your preferences, I guess. I didn’t hear all of it. I just heard something about how we’ve never tried something and I don’t know why you haven’t brought it up, if there’s something more you want from me.” Alex’s words tumble out of his mouth without him really pausing between them. “I can give it to you, you know I can. I just want to be everything you want and need. And I’ve been racking my brain about what it could be. It’s not like we haven’t tried kinky shit yet. And I just want you to know that you can trust me and that-”
“Alex. Alex, hold on.” Henry stops him, with a calm hand on his shoulder. He’s slightly massaging it and Alex relaxes his forehead, where it’s been tense with thought. “Breathe.”
Alex takes a deep breath in and breathes out slowly.
“I do trust you, Alex. With my life. You know that.”
Alex nods.
“There’s nothing I’ve wanted to try with you that we haven’t tried, Alex.” Henry calms Alex. Or tries to. It seems like Alex isn’t buying it.
“Really? Then what was Pez talking about?” Alex inquires.
“You know, the men I’ve slept with before you, it wasn’t the same. It didn’t have the love or the tenderness that it does when I’m with you. It was never as personal. There may have been some things these men have tried with me that I liked, but I wouldn’t want you to do or I don’t think you’d enjoy.”
“Like what?”
“Alex,” Henry says flatly.
“C’mon tell me. You don’t think I can do it, do you?”
“God, okay.” Henry sighs, “It was degradation.”
“Degradation?”
“Yes, Alex.”
“I used to hate you. You don’t think I can degrade you?” Alex scoffs.
“I don’t want you to call me a posh rich asshole in bed.”
Alex smiles.
“But you are a posh rich asshole.”
“Thank you, love.”
“So you’re telling me back when I used to hate you and say mean shit to you, you were coming all over your knickers?” Alex says with a terrible British accent.
Henry rolls his eyes at Alex’s level of ridiculousness. “Nobody was coming in their knickers. I’m pretty sure you got off on it too.”
“Then what did they call you? A whore?”
“Sometimes, yes. And a slut.”
“First of all, fuck all of them. I wanna fight them. And secondly, I can do that for you.”
“Do you want to, is the question?”
“If it gets you off, I’m willing to try, yes.” Alex says with a shrug. “I’m gonna make a nice list and you can tell me what you like, okay?”
“Wouldn’t have expected anything less. Thank you, darling,” Henry leans over to kiss Alex deeply. After a minute or so they part. “I’m really tired. Can we talk about the rest tomorrow?”
“Of course, baby. Sleep well. Goodnight.” Alex places a kiss on Henry’s forehead and turns the lamps on his nightstand off. The room lays in darkness and silence, the rumble of the busy New York streets finally having died down. It’s a comforting silence. Henry feels safe and loved. A sharp contrast from Henry’s bedroom in Kensington Palace, which always seemed to taunt him in the quiet of the night.
“Goodnight.”
♡♡♡
When Alex wakes up before Henry his first and immediate thought is research. Some people might call it a bit over dramatic to research a degradation kink, but he’s never been anything less than thorough. He takes shit like this seriously. He wouldn’t want to make sex uncomfortable for either of them.
When Henry wakes Alex is hard in his boxers. Research may have gotten him a little off track and very fucking horny. It’s like 9 in the morning. He needs to calm down.
“G’morning, Alex,” Henry mutters, still half asleep.
“Morning, baby.” Alex drags one of his hands through Henry’s messy morning head and keeps it there.
Henry slides up the mattress a bit. “How long have you been awake?”
“‘Bout an hour or so.”
Their room is still pretty dark, the curtains keeping the morning light from shining inside. Henry blinks a few times for his eyes to adjust the light. His eyes drift about in their bedroom and then up at Alex.
“Alex, what have you been doing? You’re like rock hard.”
Alex scoffs out a laugh and his cheeks tinge red. “Uhh… research.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Henry slides down the bed, pulls the cover off Alex’s legs and throws one of his legs over both of Alex’s.
“Okay?”
“Pretty fucking good yeah, baby.”
“God, that mouth on you.”
“Says you.” Alex smirks. His fingers carefully thread to Henry’s hair and pull. Henry pulls down Alex’s boxers and doesn’t hesitate before putting his mouth on him.
When they’re at the table eating breakfast half an hour later Alex breaches the topic again.
“Do you want me to degrade you only when we’re already doing a scene?” Alex asks, stuffing his mouth with a spoon of oats.
“No, but I also don’t want you to ask me beforehand. I want it to feel natural, I suppose.” Henry shrugs a bit and gets back to eating his toast.
Alex pauses a second, considering what Henry just said. “Okay, sure.” Alex isn’t quite sure if he wants to dig deeper. But curiosity always gets the better of him.
“Do you want to talk about it? How did you even find out?” Alex feels a bit stupid asking these questions. You’d think after two years of hooking up Alex would know all about Henry’s kinks.
He supposes he’s being a bit hypocritical. He’d only found out about his own praise kink when Henry started calling him a good boy when they were having sex.
Henry’s eyes wander about, before he schools his expression. “I suppose it made me feel empowered.” A slight blush rises up his cheeks. It always happens, when Henry talks about sex or his past hookups. Acting all innocent, Alex thinks it’s really fucking endearing.
“Between being raised very proper and polished and always being taught to follow royal etiquette and to never let anyone know that I was queer, the hookups made me feel rebellious and like I was doing something for myself for once.”
Alex listens attentively. Letting every word of Henry’s bounce around in his brain. He tries not to think about the other guys that have had the pleasure of sleeping with Henry. And he sure as fuck tries not to think about how more than a handful of them probably didn’t appreciate Henry the way they should’ve. He balls one of his hands into a fist under the table. His other hand pinches the skin between his eyebrows. A habit of his, when he’s feeling frustrated.
“Alex.” Henry’s voice breaks through to him and Alex realizes that he’s been drifting off into his own thoughts.
“Shit, sorry. I promise I was listening. Continue. I’m gonna make coffee. Fuck, I’m sorry.” Alex stands up and wanders to the coffee machine that Henry keeps in his brownstone.
“It’s okay. Anyways, I think the degradation was just me doubling down on what I was doing. And it made me feel dirty and I liked it, because it was so different from my royal life. It made me feel free, or at least more free than I actually was. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, it does, baby,” Alex nods. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart.”
After Alex sits back down he goes over a list of words and sentences that he’s put together for Henry.
♡♡♡
Alex is sitting on the edge of Henry’s bed with his thighs spread apart and his hands on the back of Henry's thighs, gripping and massaging slightly. He’s leaving open mouth kisses all over Henry’s soft stomach.
He moves his mouth lower and starts sucking on Henry’s skin right above his hip bone.
“Alex,” Henry breathes out, almost groaning. His hands tangle in Alex’s curls and ruffle through them, his fingers catching on some of the tangles in them.
“I have something for you, darling.” Henry steps away from Alex’s embrace. Alex only reluctantly lets his hands drop from Henry’s sides.
“Oh?”
Henry just smirks and looks over his shoulders as he disappears into the ensuite bathroom.
“Close your eyes, Alex.” Alex hears Henry calling from it after a few minutes. Quite frankly, Alex would do anything Henry asked of him. So he groans before closing his eyes just as his boyfriend asked of him.
He hears the bathroom door click open and the quiet taps of Henry’s feet on the expensive hardwood floor. The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smile. He can’t hold it back. His love for Henry feels too overwhelming.
“Baby?” He asks in the quiet of the room. Henry doesn’t give off a sound. He knows he’s in the room, he can hear him breathing.
“Don’t talk. Be patient.” Henry whispers. It makes heat crawl up Alex’s spine. He needs Henry now. He still has his eyes closed, obeying Henry’s orders.
Alex’s foot starts tapping rhythmically on the floor. He’s not very good at just sitting still and waiting, but he’s trying hard for Henry. To be good for him.
He can hear Henry approaching. He can feel his hand coming up to touch him. When it does, it’s a slight and soft touch on his cheek. It’s so slight Alex almost didn’t feel the fabric touching him. But the touch of Henry’s fingers is etched into his brain. He could probably draw Henry’s fingerprints from memory, having traced over the ridges of Henry’s fingers many times with his mouth and hands.
“Are you wearing gloves?” He asks, still not daring to open his eyes. Henry doesn’t answer.
Henry steps closer and nudges Alex’s thighs apart with his leg. But it feels different, just like before, Henry’s leg isn’t bare, like Alex had expected. No, it’s covered by a light fabric. “Baby? What are you-” Henry shushes him immediately.
“Can I open them now? Please?” Alex asks, impatiently. He wants to take in Henry, he always looks gorgeous with the orange light of the sunset on his pale skin. His hair always shines like a golden thread, spun right from the sun. But now, even more than anything he wants to see what Henry has put on for him.
“Not yet,” Henry says as he steps in between Alex’s legs. The thin fabric, probably nylon, stretching over Henry’s legs coming in contact with the hair on Alex’s thighs feels electrifying. It makes the hairs on Alex’s arms stand up. Instinctively, Alex’s hands find home at the back of Henry’s thighs again. Henry gasps.
Alex’s hands trail up the fabric, wanting to see where it ends. Up. Up. Up. His hand ends up right where the round of Henry’s plump ass starts. His finger trails around the elastic, slowly. His eyes are still closed, the touch feeling so much more intense. His brain is filling out the image of what Henry must look like right now.
He can hear Henry’s breathing pick up slightly. Alex notices the garters attached to his tights. He trails his pointer up over Henry’s ass cheek. Alex can’t help a hum escaping his lips. Henry feels divine. He is divine, actually. A gift sent by the gods, solely made for Alex.
Henry emits a gasp that transforms into a moan when Alex snaps the fabric at Henry’s waist.
“Henry, let me look at you. Please, bebé.” Alex almost begs.
“Be patient now.” Henry reminds him. It’s borderline torturous.
Alex’s hands move over Henry’s back. It’s bare. Alex touches the ridges of Henry’s spine. So soft and just for him to touch. The public might know of it. But they’ll never feel the softness, they’ll never hear the moan falling from Henry’s lips at the touch. That’s only for him.
Alex slowly bends forward. His mouth connected with Henry’s tummy. Just like before. Henry giggles before his hands find home in Alex’s locks. Alex would almost say it’s probably Henry’s favorite thing to do. Alex’s curls never stay styled for long. Henry always manages for his hand to end up in Alex’s hair.
At a formal event it’s a hand on the nape of Alex’s neck, scratching, moving up slightly, finding his curls. Until he remembers where they are and his hands fall away. Alex always ends up pouting in Henry’s direction. He loves it, he can’t lie.
Henry takes Alex’s arm and slides his hand down until his fingers wrap around Alex’s wrist. He places a soft kiss on it and Alex smiles. “Baby…”
“Shhhh.”
“Come o-” The words get caught in his throat as Henry places Alex’s hand on Henry’s bulge. He’s half hard and he’s covered by a lacy fabric.
“Oh fuck.” Alex moans out.
“You can open them now.”
Alex doesn’t waste a second before doing so. Henry is a sight. He’s walked straight out of one of Alex’s wet dreams. The thin black gloves are made from black see-through nylon, they reach up over his elbows. Henry’s lips look unnaturally glossy. Alex can’t wait to kiss them.
His eyes traverse down over Henry’s body, over his pale skin and the moles Alex loves to kiss. His legs are covered by tights, made from the same fabric as the gloves. They end right below Henry’s ass cheeks. Alex’s big hands take hold of Henry’s ass.
So round, so full.
Henry can’t suppress a giggle. Oh, Alex hadn’t realized that he said that out loud.
“I’d fight wars for this ass, by the way.” Alex adds.
“Oh, I’m sure.” Henry laughs.
“You look gorgeous.” Alex’s hands wander. Over Henry’s back, over his thighs, over his ass, to Henry’s front. Taking hold of his cock, squeezing slightly over the lace of Henry’s thong. Henry gasps.
“‘S it not too much?” Henry asks shily.
“Never, baby. You look so pretty.” Alex says quietly. He can't believe how lucky he is. Being the one to see Henry like this. All dressed up, looking like an angel. Alex knows what the word ‘baby’ does to Henry. He watches attentively as Henry blushes and then tries to hide it by turning his head.
He also knows that Henry loves it when Alex calls him pretty. He just hasn’t admitted it.
“Look at me, Hen.” He pulls Henry into his lap and he moves willingly. The thong stretches obscenely over the meat between Henry’s hips and waist as he settles on Alex’s lap. Henry’s deep, blue, beautiful eyes find Alex’s big, honey brown ones.
Alex loves Henry’s eyes, he could watch them forever and take note of the green tones in them or the way they move smoothly wandering over Alex’s skin. The way they flutter shut when Alex pinches at Henry’s hip.
He takes one of Henry’s covered wrists and moves it to his mouth. Henry understands and pushes two fingers between Alex’s willing lips. The sensation of the nylon feels new in Alex’s mouth. He licks around them and sucks. Henry throws his head back in ecstasy, eliciting a moan. Alex’s hands slide up Henry’s arm. He pulls the fabric of Henry’s gloves down until it bunches up at his wrists. He tugs at the fabric with his teeth trying to pull the glove off.
“Hey, you animal,” Henry stops him. “Don’t tear the fabric.”
“Get these gloves off.” Alex says desperately.
“You don’t like them?” Henry asks suddenly.
“I love them, just want you naked, cariño.”
Henry tilts his head down, his mouth opening in quiet gasps as Alex’s hips buck up. Alex’s nose is touching Henry’s. He can smell the lip gloss that Henry’s put on. “Cherry?”
Alex can feel Henry smile, before Alex’s tongue licks over Henry’s glossy lips. “Mmmmh.” Alex tongues at Henry’s lips until Henry opens them so Alex’s tongue can slip inside. Their mouths meet in a sweet, cherry-flavored kiss.
“I love you.” Henry whispers into Alex’s ear, when they part to catch their breaths. Goosebumps erupt on Alex’s skin. Henry’s hips buck forward into nothing, making clear what he wants. His arms wind around Alex’s neck and Alex can hear him take off the gloves and throw them away.
“I love you too, baby.” Alex replies, his southern accent curling around the endearment. He thrusts up into Henry’s hips, whose hold tightens on Alex’s shoulders. Alex’s mouth latches onto the spot, where Henry’s neck meets his shoulders, the firm muscle falling victim to Alex’s teeth as he sucks and bites and nips and licks over it. Henry arches into Alex’s touch as he writhes slightly.
When Alex moves back the spot is red and blotchy. He knows it’s going to leave a mark. And he knows Henry loves it. He wants to do it again, all over Henry. Henry is moving unabashedly on his lap. “Fuck me, Alex.” He groans.
Alex can work with that. Fuck, there’s nothing that he’d rather do. “Yeah,” Alex’s hips move up. “Want you to watch.”
Henry’s hips still. “What?”
“You dressed up all pretty for me. You don’t think I want you to watch me taking you apart, baby.” Alex’s hand wafts through Henry’s golden hair. Tugging lightly. “I’m moving the mirror.”
Henry nods and swallows, Alex keeps his eyes fixed on Henry’s throat. But before he can latch on to it like some rabid vampire Alex stands and lifts Henry off the edge of the bed. After setting him down in the middle of the bed, he carefully rolls the mirror Henry bought to the front of the bed as he observes Henry scooching up the mattress in the corner of his eye.
Henry lays in front of him like an ethereal dream, a vision of black lace and thin nylon spread out on golden silk sheets. He looks elegant, expensive, fragile. A manifestation of his upbringing, a sign of rebellion. He looks too delicate, porcelain skin bound to crack and break under Alex’s touch. The marks Alex had left are blooming up like roses.
Handle with care, Alex tells himself.
Alex stands beside the mirror now. Henry’s eyes are dark and blown out, his blue irises diminished to a thin ring of ocean encircling a big, awaiting void. Alex feels out of place, in his casual joggers and unkempt curls, but this is where he’s supposed to be. With Henry. In the safety of Henry’s own four walls.
“What’re you waiting for?” Henry says, pointed, spreading his legs. It’s like a siren call to Alex. The urge to get between them and wreck Henry until he’s squirming beneath him overtakes him all at once.
“Just taking in the view.” Alex plasters on a smirk, maybe to cover up the overwhelming amount of emotions he’s feeling. If Henry can tell, he’s not saying anything. Alex undoes the tie in front of his sweatpants and pushes them down. His eyes are fixed on the hardness in Henry’s lace panties. The bulge pressing up against the fabric in an obscene way. The lace is dark enough to not show any wet spot. Alex can’t say the same for his own white Calvin Klein boxers.
Alex puts one of his knees on the mattress and bows down, taking one of Henry’s covered calves in his hand. He starts placing a kiss on Henry’s ankles, through the nylon, interchanging between both of Henry’s legs. He leaves wet kisses over the thin fabric, pulling at it with his teeth. Henry understands and undoes the garters. Alex pulls down the nylon starting under Henry’s crotch. He simultaneously starts pulling on them from Henry’s toes. When they finally slide off, revealing the pale skin underneath, Alex throws them towards the door, not caring where they land.
He takes Henry’s now naked legs back in his hands, restarting his kisses on Henry’s ankles. “So beautiful, Henry.” Henry’s back arches off the bed at Alex’s praise.
The kisses trail up Henry’s legs like an ivy of love and adoration. When he reaches Henry’s thighs, one of Henry’s hands finds home in Alex’s curls. “Alex,” Henry whines, tugging on Alex’s curls, wordlessly begging him to the place where he aches for him the most.
“Made for me, baby.” Alex takes the sensitive skin on the inside of Henry’s other thigh between his teeth, he bites at it, soothes over it with his tongue. He sucks at it and kisses at it until he knows that it’ll leave another spot for Henry to find in the mirror the next day.
He nestles his face in the fold of Henry’s thighs, the black lace and Henry’s hard cock rubbing up against the shaven skin of his cheek. He takes in Henry’s warmth, his smell.
He takes the seam of Henry’s panties between his teeth, but he doesn’t pull them away, not just yet.
“Do you want to be my pretty girl, Henry?”
“Yes, please.” Henry begs. Henry turns his body towards Alex’s face, hoping it’ll get Alex’s mouth around his cock faster. How could Alex deny him? He takes hold of Henry’s dick through the lace as best as he can and mouths at it. Henry’s legs kick out and his hips buck up into Alex’s mouth.
“Take ‘em off.” Henry gasps. Alex tongues over the lace, the bitter taste of Henry’s precum spreading over his tongue.
“No, I don’t think I will.” Alex laughs. Henry repeatedly tugs on Alex’s curls and Alex relents and moves up Henry’s body, leaving quick kisses on his stomach and chest before finally kissing his full, pink lips that are still a bit sticky from the residue of the gloss. Henry wraps his arms around Alex’s neck, pulling him close.
“Hey, baby.” Alex says when he pulls back from the kiss, slightly gasping for air. One of his hands is tightly holding onto Henry’s waist while the other one is fiddling with the waistband of the panties.
“Hi,” Henry replies, blushy cheeks and kiss-bitten lips. “What are you planning?”
“I don’t know,” Alex notes with a head tilt, squinting. “What do you want?”
“Mh, wanna watch, like you said.” Henry slurs out.
Alex leans down and captures Henry’s lips again. His hips grind down, the fabric between their cocks adding to the sensation. Henry gasps into Alex’s mouth as his hips buck up into Alex’s. It’s a slow and smooth grind.
When they come up gasping for air Alex scooches down the bed again until he’s eye-level with Henry’s crotch. He pulls down the lace to take the head of Henry’s cock in his mouth. Alex pushes Henry’s hips down into the mattress, knowing that he can’t hold himself from thrusting up into his awaiting mouth.
All of a sudden Alex feels the heels of Henry’s feet dig into his back as he gets closer and closer to the edge. But giving Henry a half-assed blowjob over his panties wasn’t really what he had in mind.
No, midway through divesting Henry of his gloves he remembered the conversation they had at the breakfast table a few weeks ago.
“Alex, more, please.” Henry’s groan rips Alex out of his thoughts and he notices that he’s still just swirling his tongue around the tip of Henry’s cock. “Need you.”
“Yeah? Lemme get the lube.” Alex stands up from the bed and wanders to the nightstand where Alex knows Henry keeps the condoms and lube. “Hands and knees, baby. Face the mirror for me.” Henry does as he’s told.
Henry watches Alex through the mirror, rummaging through the nightstand, before he throws two condoms and a bottle of lube onto the bed. Henry spreads his legs apart and arches his back, presenting himself to Alex.
A thin piece of fabric covers his hole and hugs his hips tightly and Henry starts pushing them down his hips. Alex lays his body over Henry’s, covering him completely. “No no no, leave them.” He whispers into Henry’s ear, pushing Henry’s hands away and up over his head.
“They’re uncomfortable, Alex.”
Alex slides his hand down over the planes of Henry’s stomach. He rolls the palm of his hand over Henry’s cock, making Henry’s back arch even more.
“Does that feel good?” Alex asks, quietly. He slips his hand into the panties and thumbs over Henry’s slit.
“Yes.” Henry stutters out. “More.”
“You can be patient for me too now. Right, baby?” Holding Henry’s wrists in one hand he slides his other hand from Henry’s front to his back. The way Henry’s laying on the bed gives him perfect access to just slip in. He circles Henry’s rim carefully, the thin strip of fabric pushes up against his finger.
“Yes.” Henry replies, his hand grappling at the sheets beneath him as Alex slowly pushes one finger inside.
“Eyes on the mirror, baby.” Alex can see himself in the mirror, on his knees behind Henry, one hand on his hip the other disappearing behind the curve of Henry’s ass. Henry twists his neck and faces the mirror, his face tilted but a drunken smile appearing on it.
Alex lays himself over Henry’s back, his finger working him open slowly, sensually. He works him up to two and then three as he makes sure Henry watches himself carefully in the mirror.
Alex curves his fingers and hits Henry’s prostate repeatedly, wanting to get him begging for more, for his cock to split him open. Henry cants his hips up with each thrust.
Henry’s moans and the smell of sex fill the room, it makes Alex feel at peace, like he’s fully in the moment, for once. He’ll always be grateful for the effect Henry has on him. He mouths his thanks into the nape of Henry’s neck, the breath ghosting over it making Henry shudder beneath him.
“Alex, more,” Henry whines.
Alex doesn’t relent. “What do you want? Tell me,” he bids Henry.
“You, ‘lex.” Henry gets out, choked off by a moan as Alex rubs his fingertips against the spot inside Henry. “In me,” Henry adds.
“Such a good girl for me, Hen.” Alex whispers “Telling me what you want.”
An ungodly moan leaves Henry at Alex’s words.
“Yes, yes,” Henry sighs. “F-for you.”
Alex stills inside Henry, and sits back on his haunches when he pulls his fingers out of Henry, leaving him panting heavily.
Henry whips his head back at Alex, when he hears the familiar rip of a condom packet. Alex finds his eyes and watches as Henry shakes his head.
“No.” Henry whispers softly. Alex knows he’s actually anything but shy.
“No?”
“Want to feel you.” Henry says, “all of you.”
Alex launches forward to capture Henry’s lips with his own. “Gonna make you feel so good, mi amor.” He breathes into Henry’s open mouth.
Alex spreads his hand out on Henry’s back, he traces it up along Henry’s spine pushing him down into the mattress, Henry spreads his legs and arches his back, awaiting Alex. His face is half hidden behind a pillow and Alex just won’t have that.
He reaches forward and when he puts his hand on Henry’s forehead he pulls Henry’s head back softly. “Eyes on us.” He commands him. “Be good for me and keep watching us, sweetheart. If you stop, I stop.”
Henry nods and swallows, his head now laid on his crossed arms. He already feels so thoroughly ruined and Alex hasn’t even started. He watches as Alex's tan chest moves up and down as he breathes.
Henry watches as Alex looks up to the ceiling with closed eyes, his mouth moving minutely, no sound escaping his lips. One could mistake him for praying or saying grace, Henry has never asked him about it, maybe he should.
One of Alex’s hands lands in the crease of Henry’s hips, where he’s bent over, the tight elastic of the panties still cutting into the meat of it. Alex bends down and leaves a kiss in the dip of his back and Henry can’t hold back a gasp.
“Alex, please,” he begs for relief, of the panties and of the tension that’s been building in him since before they even entered the bedroom. He just needs Alex. Urgently, so. “Now, please.”
Henry watches Alex’s hand snake down his back to pull the miniscule strip of fabric away from his hole, his other hand carefully guiding his cock.
Alex’s eyes are on Henry’s ass and Henry’s eyes are on Alex through the mirror. Alex’s tongue peeks out to lick his lips and Henry feels blissed-out as he feels Alex pushing into him.
They’ve done this many times, too many to count. But every time, Henry feels lit up from the inside as he opens up for Alex. His love blooms in his heart as Alex slowly carves out a space for himself in Henry.
It doesn’t matter where they are, whether it’s in semi-public places where they definitely shouldn’t be fucking or in one of their big, expensive beds in their secure homes. It always feels new, exciting and so intimate. Henry feels a wave of gratitude lave over him as Alex thrusts forward another inch.
Henry involuntarily rucks forward on the bed, trying hard to keep his eyes fixed on the mirror. He glances from his own rosy cheeks and kiss-bitten lips to Alex’s face. He looks concentrated, when he notices Henry’s eyes on him he flashes him a smile.
“You're gonna take all of me, Hen?” He asks, slowly punching in more. A wanton moan escapes Henry’s pink lips. He nods.
Alex cocks an eyebrow at him through the mirror. Henry understands. “Yes,” he breathes out.
“Take it all like a good slut for me?”
“Oh, fuck!” Henry gasps and hides his face in the covers below him as Alex thrusts forward, almost giving Henry all of his dick. “Yes, please.”
“Eyes on me, Henry,” Alex chides him. He pulls out of Henry almost completely, his dripping tip still inside Henry.
Henry grimaces as he looks back up to Alex, his eyes wide and blown out, his skin wet from exertion. He looks like a dream. “Don’t stop.”
“Keep looking at me then, doll.” Alex drawls out as he thrusts forward completely burying himself in Henry, who jolts forward, his mouth open in a gasp.
“Fuck!” Alex screams as the fabric of the panties rub up against his dick. He can’t imagine how trapped Henry’s dick must feel with the lace covering his bulge. He starts fucking Henry in earnest now. Pulling back and thrusting his hips up against the blond. Henry tries hard to keep his head upright, pulling himself up from where he landed face down in the sheets.
“You were made for me, Hen,” Alex says as his hand travels to the front of Henry’s panties and grabs ahold of his hard cock. Henry lets out a choked out scream, seemingly enjoying the combined pressure from the fabric and Alex’s hand.
“Made for- ah- you,” Henry pants out. Alex can only just make out the tears collecting at the corner of Henry’s eyes. “‘M yours.”
“Yeah you are. Letting me fuck you like you’re my whore.” Alex’s words are trying hard to flow out as easily as they normally do, they come out strained. Alex can feel the telltale sign of his orgasm spark up.
“Is that what you are?” He takes a deep breath. “Is that what you want?”
Henry nods as he digs his face into the sheets, he knows he shouldn’t, but everything feels too overwhelming. The line between pain and pleasure is blurring as the lace continues to keep his cock trapped between his legs, Alex repeatedly hitting his prostate. The filthy things Henry had only ever dreamed about hearing, are spilling from his lover's mouth directly to Henry’s cock.
“Alex, Alex, close-” His breath comes out in short pants as he gets closer to his brink.
He cuts himself off as he feels completely empty from one second to the other, his hole clenching around nothing.
“Alex.” He says, a futile attempt at asserting some dominance. His hips involuntarily thrust down, the pressure of the lace not enough stimulation to compensate for Alex’s absence.
“Your fault.” Alex says with a shrug.
Henry pouts at him from the mirror, presses his eyes together as tears start falling from his eyes. “Please.”
His hips thrust downward again into nothing but thin air. He can’t deny that he loves the sensation that the lace rubbing up against him provides, so he rolls his hips again. And again.
Alex’s hand slides up and down his back, he’s letting Henry take what he needs. For now.
“‘S that feel good, Henry?” Alex teased, his voice low and sultry. “You don’t even need me to get off, baby, so needy.” Henry only hears half of it, his mind fogged by lust and his ears only hearing his own hard breaths.
When Henry spreads his knees out further on the mattress Alex knows that Henry needs him again, Henry has always been able to get off just fine on his own, but why would he when he knows Alex’s long fingers or his cock will fill him out so much better. That his big, rough hands feel so much better around his own cock and wandering his body than anything else ever had.
Henry doesn’t realize that Alex has been asking him a question. He looks up through the mirror as he takes in his own reflection and that of Alex’s. Henry’s skin is all flushed and blotchy from his legs, up his chest and his face has gone all pink and red from exertion. Some of his hair sticks out wildly in all directions, while some of his fringe is sticking to his sweaty forehead.
Alex’s hand reaches forward and he slides it up over Henry’s forehead, when he reaches the top of his head he grabs a handful of Henry’s blond waves and tugs. Backwards. Hard.
Henry almost chokes on his own spit, a moan escaping his desperate mouth, his hips jolting down, thrusting up against the pillow that Alex had sneakily put under his hips.
“Alex,” Henry whines.
Maybe he is a slut for it. So what. Henry’s legs are completely spread, with his knees bent as he lays almost completely flat on the mattress, if it wasn’t for him sticking his ass out, wanting Alex to carve out a place in Henry for himself.
His eyes wander up to his boyfriend.
Alex smugly whips his head back and some of his sweaty curls fall down into his eyes before he pushes them back over his forehead. He looks perfect in the golden light that emanates from their nightstand.
His chest is rising and sinking quickly and there’s a slightly wild look in his eyes. Henry can almost feel the drool collect in his mouth as his eyes wander down the chest of his very naked boyfriend, the happy trail that leads down to the hard line of his cock, curving upwards, a drop of precum leaking down.
“Alex, need you,” Henry whines.
“Ask nicely and I’ll give you whatever you need.” Alex says, his hands gripping Henry’s ass.
“Take ‘em off, please.” Henry’s hands are already grappling at the waistband of the lace panties when Alex slides down Henry’s back to take the material between his teeth. “Lift.” Henry does as he’s told and as soon as the panties are dragged over his ass Alex’s hands pull them over Henry’s legs and discard them somewhere in their room.
“What else do you want, baby?” Alex asks, his deep, sultry voice sending shivers down Henry’s back.
“Fuck me, please.” Henry asks with a determined voice. “Please,” he adds for good measure.
“I’ve already done that, though?” Alex’s finger is slowly circling around Henry’s hole, which is clenching around nothing.
“Make me come then.” Henry whines. His weak try at dominance won’t get him anywhere so he kindly adds another ‘please’.
“So fucking greedy.” Alex bends down and leaves kisses up Henry’s spine. “Do you want me to come all over you, princess?”
Henry’s eyes go wide where they meet Alex’s through the mirror, he starts blushing even more furiously than he had before. His head almost automatically starts nodding. “In me.”
“Good. You’re gonna be my fucking cumslut, Henry?”
All Henry can do at this point is stammer out some half-assed affirmations, before he can feel Alex pushing all the way in in one smooth motion. Henry feels like he’s completely floating, the thinking part of him apparently having left his body in the form of steam.
“Yes, yes, yes,” is traded for his desperate moans as Alex keeps fucking him in earnest. Henry tries his absolute hardest to keep his head upright, it gets him even closer to the brink of breaking while he watches Alex’s heated expression in the mirror.
Precum is leaking from Henry’s tip and the sheets below him have a few wet spots where he’s accidentally drooled on them.
Alex’s pace is rough and fast, hitting Henry’s prostate on every other thrust. Fire starts pooling low in his abdomen as he can feel himself sack into the bed even more. Alex keeps his hand at Henry’s hip pulling him onto his cock.
“Alex, Alex I’m going to-” Henry is cut off as Alex’s other hand takes hold of Henry’s cock.
“Look at yourself, Henry, you’re making such a mess,” Alex chides him.
Henry gasps as Alex strokes his cock. “Oh god, yes,” Henry is shuddering and coming all over the covers before he even realises. His vision goes black for a second as Alex keeps fucking him through it, a hand in his hair keeping his eyes on the mirror.
“Just like that, baby. Let go.” Alex whispers to him as he keeps fucking him as the waves of his orgasm wash over him.
Henry drops his head and hisses, bringing Alex to a halt.
“You good, baby?” Alex pants out.
“In me.” Henry says before lifting his head again and finding Alex’s eyes in the mirror. He thrusts his ass back over Alex’s cock clearly indicating that he wants Alex to reach his orgasm too.
Alex scoffs out a laugh that turns into a moan as Henry clenches around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, you slut.”
Henry may have just come, but he can feel his cock twitch between his legs. His eyes have long lost Alex’s eyeline in the mirror. As he feels Alex’s orgasm approaching he lifts his head again.
“Hen, baby, fuck,” Alex exclaims as he presses his eyes together. His head tilts back as his fingers dig into Henry’s side. “I’m gonna come.”
Alex groans loudly when he snaps like a spring pulled taught.
Henry feels like he’s floating away. A moan escapes him as he feels Alex’s warmth fill him up. He feels used and full and so loved. He’s always trusted Alex with his life but this feels like a big step in their intimate relationship. And hell, is he happy he took said step.
The world around him goes quiet as his head drops and his heavy limbs go numb against the mattress. He can feel Alex slowly pull out and a cold shudder washes over him. It’s immediately replaced by a comforting warmth, when Alex wraps his arms around Henry and plasters himself against his back.
Alex nuzzles his face into Henry’s neck and kisses the warm, sweaty skin there. “Hi baby, how do you feel?”
Henry closes his eyes and a smile takes over his face. “Mhm,” he hums. “Hi.”
“Damn, I got you good then.” Alex laughs and Henry feels his heart flutter and butterflies erupt in his stomach as that beautiful sound fills the room. “Was it what you hoped for, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” Henry murmurs. “Thank you, love.”
“Oh he hath returned to the land of the living.” Alex pushes himself up on his knees and he sits down on the back of Henry’s thighs. His hands start kneading the meat of Henry’s shoulders. “How do you feel, Hen?”
“Sticky and sweaty. The massage is nice.”
“Okay, babe. I think we’ll talk about it tomorrow. Lemme get you cleaned up a bit. Kay?”
Henry turns his head and Alex leans down to kiss him gently. He moves off Henry and motions him to sit up. He hands him a glass of water and tells him to drink up before he leaves for the bathroom. When he returns Henry is fast asleep spread out on the mattress.
After Alex cleans him up with a few towels and pulls some boxers up Henry’s legs, he lays down next to him and carefully wraps his arms around Henry’s middle to pull him flush to his own chest.
“I love you,” he whispers in Henry’s ear before falling asleep too.
Henry hasn’t slept this firm in weeks.
♡♡♡
The next morning comes slowly and quietly. When Henry wakes the sun rays are already shining strongly through the curtains, the other half of the bed is empty, the dip of the mattress, where Alex’s body had laid is still visible. Henry knows that Alex rises with the sun for his morning run around parks that are located near their brownstone.
Technically it’s Henry’s brownstone. But the coffee machine on the counter, the dirty, used converses on the shoe rack, the hoodies stacked in the closet and the law books in a separate office tell another story. And Alex probably spends more time here than anywhere else, so Henry prefers to just call it theirs. He does want to ask Alex to officially move in very soon.
As Henry sits up he feels a soft ache in his lower back, a pinch on his hip. He looks down at his body, Alex must’ve put underwear on him because as far as he remembers he fell asleep before Alex even had the chance to clean him up. He traces his hand up his thigh and lifts his boxers to reveal a red bite mark Alex had left. He shudders as reminders of the last night flood his brain, Alex had made him feel so good. Like he always does, but trying something new always requires more care. And Alex, the overachiever that he is, always does the most to make Henry feel safe and loved. He’s incredibly grateful, sometimes he wonders what he did to deserve Alex.
Just as he’s getting up to put on one of Alex’s worn out hoodies the door downstairs clicks open. Henry hears Alex put his shoes away and start the coffee machine, probably for the second time that day. Henry decides to abandon the idea of clothes at all and toes down the stairs in his boxers.
“Hen!” Alex calls out when he hears Henry make his way down to the kitchen. “I didn’t wanna call you in case you were still asleep.” When Henry turns the corner he’s met with the sight of a sweaty, messy-haired Alex. His favourite. The shorts he’s wearing make his thighs bulge obscenely and his black tank top is sticking to his pecs. Henry’s knees go a bit weak.
“Hi, darling. How was your run?” Henry asks, giving Alex a kiss on the cheek and a smack on his arse.
“Handsy today, huh? Run was good.” Alex notes with a shrug, before he snakes his arm around Henry’s waist to pull him closer. “How’re you feeling?”
“Good, a bit achy. Yesterday was nice.” Much to Alex’s delight, Henry blushes.
“Yeah, that’s good. Do you want to do that again, sometime, with me?” Alex asks, a smile creeping on his face, he seems a bit coy to ask.
“No, I'd like to do it with someone else.” Henry rolls his eyes, but smiles at Alex. He’s not quite sure why Alex seems so apprehensive to ask. He had no problem calling Henry words in bed yesterday.
“Ha ha, Henry.”
“If you liked it too, I’d love to do it again sometime. With you, my love.” Henry says, giving Alex a quick peck on the lips. “I’d want a cuddle right now, but you’re too sweaty.”
“You love sweaty me,” Alex remarks.
Henry can’t deny that, actually.
“Only if we shower together after breakfast?” Henry tilts his head and lays his arms around Alex’s neck.
“Deal. Kiss now. Please.”
The kiss is deep and salty and he sticks to Alex’s skin, but Henry doesn’t mind.
Not at all.