Work Text:
Henry is kissing Alex.
How it started is still a little blurry and there's many questions running through Henry's head, many questions he needs an answer to. But asking them means that he'd need to stop kissing Alex, and that's simply out of the question. Besides there's more impressing matters.
Like Alex's hands on his hips and his chest on top of Henry's. Alex's curls brushing his face and their bodies so close that the heat that Alex's radiates is warming Henry's insides.
There's also Alex's hard dick pressed to his leg. Inevitably becoming the only thing Henry can think about as soon as he realizes.
He wonders for a moment if they should stop, talk about it. But one does not pine after one's roommate for almost a year only to waste the opportunity to kiss them. No matter how strange and unexpected it is.
Then he feels Alex hips closer to his own. Alex's dick not on his leg anymore but on top of his own, not touching. Not yet.
"Is this okay?" Alex stops kissing Henry to finally ask. It sounds more like a plea rather asking for permission.
"Yes," Henry answers breathlessly. Alex hums and lowers his body, the new found friction as their hips grind together almost makes Henry jump.
Alex grinds down his hips again, groaning as the friction between their dicks is stronger, the light fabric of Alex's sweatpants and Henry's pajamas making it that much easier.
"I've been thinking about this forever," Alex whispers in Henry's ear, moving his hips again, following a steady rhythm, slow but very conscious of what he's doing.
"You have?" Henry asks with his voice strained. Alex lets his head fall in the crook of Henry's neck, brushing his lips to the sensitive skin there.
"God, yes," Alex says, and Henry is unsure for a moment if it's an answer to his question or a response to Henry's hands being placed on Alex's ass and grinding up his hips, meeting him halfway and making the rhythm faster.
It stops being important when Henry feels his orgasm getting closer. He chases after it, squeezing Alex's ass and pressing him closer to him, pushing harder against the other man's body. Their moans mixing together in a cacophony of sounds of pleasure seeking release.
Alex kisses Henry again, groaning against Henry's lips until he finally comes with a whine, grinding down his hips harder as he works Henry through his own orgasm until he follows shortly after with a breathy laugh.
They lie there after, Alex sprawled on top of Henry's chest as they both catch their breath. None of them say a word as they eventually get cleaned up, only when Alex cracks a joke about them acting like ashamed teenagers.
It feels like something changed. Henry just doesn't know what.
It becomes something after that.
They don't talk about it, not about what prompted it or why. They establish their boundaries, they tell each other what they like and what they don't.
Alex says it doesn't have to be a big deal. Henry takes it for what it is: Alex doesn't want anything more.
Henry accepts it, of course he does. He wants Alex in any capacity he can have him.
Which is how they find themselves in this position. Henry sitting down in one of the stools in their kitchen. Alex in front of him, freshly showered and wearing only a pair of sweatpants.
Henry extends his hand towards him, when Alex takes Henry's hands he pulls him in until Alex is standing between his legs.
While sitting, Alex is a little taller than him. Alex looks down at Henry, wet curls falling on his forehead as he poses one of his hands on the side of Henry's neck. Alex smiles and he leans down to kiss Henry, his free hand traveling to Henry’s waist, squeezing softly and lifting up the fabric of Henry's sweater and reaching to touch the bare skin there. Henry gasps when cold fingers come into contact with his skin.
Henry ventures down with his hands, toying with the hem of Alex's sweatpants until he finally pulls them down, revealing Alex's dick and the lack of underwear below.
"Hopeful, weren't we?" Henry teases, letting the garment fall to the floor.
"Some would call it optimistic, sweetheart, it's a great quality to have."
Henry doesn't dignify Alex with an answer, instead he kisses Alex's chest as he takes Alex's dick in his hand, gathering the smalls beads of precum already accumulating at the tip. Alex hips jerks and he moans softly pressing his fingernails to Henry's back.
"You're sensitive." Henry says, rubbing his thumb to the tip of Alex's dick.
"I may or may not have been thinking about you in the shower," Alex gasps.
"Oh yeah?" Henry cocks an eyebrow at Alex, taking his hand away from Alex's dick, he whines at the loss of contact, "Show me how."
Henry's command makes Alex's breath hitch. Then he quickly listens, taking his own dick in his hand and stroking it slowly, moaning softly as his gaze is focused on Henry, who licks his lips at the sight.
"You're being so good, Alex, you're always so good," Henry murmurs, taking Alex's face by the chin with one hand and pressing a kiss to Alex's lips as he pulls his own pants down, releasing his hard dick, stroking it fast, gasping against Alex's lips.
Henry pulls back, focusing on Alex as his own hand keeps working him up. Alex's eyes are closed.
"Alex, look at me," Henry gasps, "look what you do to me."
Having sex in the shower is extremely dangerous. Impractical. Bad for the environment even, because it means washing twice or more most times.
It is also inevitable when Alex Claremont-Díaz is involved.
Henry could not deny him anything even if he wanted, not when only a flutter of Alex's eyelashes is enough to render him completely useless and at mercy of his charm.
He's not complaining, not when Alex is pressing him to the shower wall, a leg between his and his hands kneading Henry's ass, their lips captured in a fierce kiss that's mostly teeth. Henry threads a hand in Alex's curls, tugging lightly and making a small moan come from Alex's mouth.
It's delicious—almost intoxicating. Henry relishes on knowing that he's the one capable of doing that, of knowing exactly where to touch, where to tug and to kiss and to bite, to make Alex sound like that.
Alex's mouth leaves Henry's to travel down, pressing a few wet kisses to his jaw, then he starts nipping at Henry's neck, leaving teeth marks where his mouth passes. He moves down again, circling his tongue around Henry's nipples and sucking on the sensitive skin. Henry holds onto the wall as much as he can before his leg fail him.
"Alex," Henry moans out and Alex stops what he's doing to be able to look at him, "I need you."
"How do you want me?"
There's a small bottle of lube next to the rest of Henry's shower products, and for a moment he's very grateful he has made it a habit to always have it there. Henry directs his gaze at it and Alex follows it with his own.
"Inside me," Henry answers as soon as Alex eyes are locked on the small bottle.
"As you wish."
"Don't worry sweetheart, I know what I'm doing, I was a boy scout."
"That's single-handedly the least sexy thing you have ever said to me," Henry answers, there's no actual bite in his voice. "And believe me, that's hard to top."
Alex laughs, it is unexpected and completely unabashed. And something in Henry's chest flutters. Then Alex finishes tying the knot that binds one of Henry's wrist to the headboard.
Henry can't exactly pinpoint when or how this happened—this being their latest streak of experimentation—but he loves every minute of it.
It started, as things tend to do with Alex suggesting something he saw on the internet. Henry is by no means new to kink (he has an Ao3 account, and he's particularly busy during October) but his hands on experience is limited, to put it in a way. But with Alex it's easy to let go, to dare to try new things, to ask for what he wants.
And right now he wants to be tied up completely surrendered at the mercy of whatever Alex wants to do.
"If you're going to keep judging maybe I'm just going to leave you here." Alex answers and he secures the knot around Henry's other wrist.
"Don't you dare."
"Then don't judge my skills."
"I'm hardly judging your skills. I'm judging your words."
"Maybe you do want me to leave you here." Alex teases and Henry rolls his eyes.
"Just come here and kiss me."
Alex laughs softly but he does, sitting on the bed next to Henry to lean down and kiss him, pressing a hand to the top of Henry's head.
"Wrists okay, baby?" Alex asks as he moves back, Henry gives an experimental tug on them, and he doesn't know if the feeling on his belly comes from the thrill of his wrists being restrained or Alex calling him baby.
"Perfect."
"And you're ready?"
"More than," Henry reassures him. "Now get to it."
"Bossy. Need I remind you who's the one that's tied up right now?"
"It doesn't change the fact that if you don't touch me right now I am going to turn into dust."
"Don't worry baby, when I'm done with you you're not even going to know how to say anything but my name."
Henry is sitting on the floor, legs spread to be able to fit Alex between them while leaning back on Henry's chest as they both face the floor length mirror in Henry's room.
"Look at yourself Alex, look how pretty you look." Henry brushes his fingertips to Alex's neck, barely applying the smallest amount of pressure to keep Alex's head in place, urging him to look to the front, where his reflection leaves nothing to the imagination. Legs spread and his hard, leaking cock in the middle. The mark of Henry's teeth on his chest and the shine of Henry's cum on his stomach.
Henry's fingers move down, grazing Alex's collarbones and chest, circling and pinching his nipples, making Alex gasp and arch his back. Henry uses one hand to steady him and presses a kiss to the back of Alex's neck.
"You're doing so good, darling," Henry whispers into Alex's ear, swiping a finger through the remains of his cum on Alex's stomach, and then pressing the finger on Alex's mouth. Alex takes his fingers in with ease, sucking on them with abandon.
"God, you're a sin." Henry murmurs, getting his fingers out of Alex’s mouth, slowly caressing Alex's skin with them until he presses his palm to Alex's lower stomach. Alex whines and he jerks his hips up to brush his dick with Henry's hand. Henry lowers them back.
"Please, please. Touch me."
"I am touching you."
"More," Alex pleads. Normally Henry would tease Alex for being desperate, but right now he decides not to. Instead he gets the precum gathering at the head of Alex's dick, circling it with his hand to then stroke down his shaft. Alex squirms and leans his head back onto Henry's shoulder. Henry takes Alex's head with his other hand and directs his gaze towards the mirror again.
Henry loves to see Alex like this, to see Alex looking at himself in front of a mirror. The way sweat makes his curls stick to his forehead. The shape his lips take when he moans. The shake in his legs when he's getting close to an orgasm. Alex lost in the pleasure of Henry's touch, pliant and malleable in Henry's arms.
If Alex can see the way Henry looks at him—not with desire, but something deeper, something more—he doesn't say anything.
Henry has been ignoring Alex for a few days.
It's not entirely his fault, he has been busy and so has Alex. He just hasn't made an effort to even try to fit Alex in during his days, which is a feat when they are still living under the same roof.
But Henry has his reasons, really good reasons, those reasons being that he's irrevocably in love with Alex and that if Alex is near him Henry won't be able to keep his hands off him, and at this point Henry's not sure if that will be the thing that makes him confess his love.
So Henry avoids him, as if his feelings will pass in the same way a cold does.
Yet, it doesn't work forever, their weeks get less busy and Alex is around more and more while Henry is in the house, until he finally finds Henry sitting on the sofa and he climbs next to him.
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"Alex, please."
"If you don't want me anymore, that's fine, but I want to know."
Henry contemplates his options for a moment. He doesn't want to hurt Alex, to drive him away completely, and it's a much lesser evil to let Alex know what he feels instead of letting him believe Henry doesn't even want him.
"Alex, is not that I don't want you, it's never been that," Henry confesses. "Is that I want you too much, probably more than you want me."
Alex takes a look at Henry, completely silent, head cocked to the side. Then, in what seems to be just a millisecond he climbs on top of Henry's lap to kiss him.
It's fast, and desperate, and Alex soon has his hands below Henry's sweater. Henry pulls back for just a moment.
"Wait. Alex—"
"I want you too. I want you so bad. I need you." Henry takes Alex's face in his hands, searching for any indication that what Alex saying it's not true. When he doesn't find it he pulls Alex towards him and kissing him.
Their hands make their way under each others clothes, undressing slowly and taking in every moment. They take their time looking at each other once they are completely naked. Henry teases Alex when his gaze spends too much time focused on Henry's dick, they giggle and Alex shuts Henry up with a kiss.
Alex sits back down on Henry's lap, now completely naked. Henry takes both of their dicks in his hand, jerking them off together and lubing them up with his own spit. Alex moans against Henry's lips, closing his eyes as his hips grind against Henry's hand creating more friction for them both.
When they come Henry works them both through the aftershock, kissing Alex and falling down on the sofa with Alex on top of him, they don't care to clean up for a long time, instead they trade kisses and small brushes of fingers.
They have all the time in the world, it's just the beginning.