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“Hen!” Alex adjusts the camera and looks through the lens, making sure the couch is in focus. David blinks lazily from his spot before he goes back to sleeping. “Baby! I got the camera set for Christmas pictures. You ready?”
“Give me a second!”
Alex rolls his eyes and shakes his head, puffing up the pillows one last time. “Fucking princes,” he murmurs as he stares at the Christmas tree. He can probably move it just a little to the side so it’s more visible. “Oh, I need to make sure my outfit is perfectly pressed and hair is perfectly curled with no strand out of place, otherwise—”
“Okay, I think I’m ready.” Henry’s voice comes through the hallway and Alex lifts his eyes to meet him.
“Finally. So, I was thinking—” Alex’s voice trails off when he actually sees Henry, and any thought that doesn’t involve Henry’s outfit disappears immediately from his mind. He opens his mouth in an attempt to say something—continue, maybe, because they really do need to take the Christmas pictures—but all that leaves is a strangled moan. He presses a quick hand over his mouth.
“Do you think the outfit works?” Henry asks and pulls at the lapels of his pristine red coat, as if he has no fucking clue what the whole thing is doing to Alex. “I thought I could embrace royalty for once.” Henry smiles, eyes bright under the sunlight, and Alex makes a desperate noise at the back of his throat. He collapses on the armchair.
“Baby, you…” He has to clear his throat when his voice cracks. His eyes flicker to Henry’s hair again and he shuts his eyes, biting back another moan—not that it matters much. The golden circle resting gingerly on Henry’s head is branded into his mind. “Where the fuck did you find a crown?” he whimpers, and Henry’s laugh fills his ears. He opens his eyes just to glare at him and loses his train of thought again at the sight of his boyfriend.
“I bought it,” Henry says, as if it’s that simple, as if Alex isn’t seconds from losing his whole goddamn mind. He adjusts his jacket—the fucking princely jacket with a bunch of golden buttons and black lines, as if the crown wasn’t enough—as he moves forward and rests on the arm of the armchair, trailing gentle fingers through Alex’s hair. Alex whimpers again and presses his face to Henry’s chest. He can’t look at him. He can’t fucking look at Henry if he doesn’t want to have a mental breakdown or ruin his outfit or something before they take a picture. “Do you like it?”
“You can’t—” He groans and stares up at Henry’s amused face. His eyes narrow. “Don’t fucking act innocent, you smug bastard. You know…”
“I know what?” Alex’s fingers curl around the back of Henry’s jacket.
“You know what a stupid crown does to me,” he whispers between his teeth; slowly, a smile spreads on Henry’s face, as if his entire purpose is to torture him. He leans in, pressing his lips on Alex’s ear, and a full body shiver passes through Alex.
“I just wanted to be your prince for a morning.” His lips curl into a smile against Alex’s skin and whatever control Alex had snaps. He wraps both hands around Henry’s jacket and shoves him into the armchair, shaky fingers working through the buttons before Henry can even object. He stares at Alex with wide eyes. “Darling? What are you doing?”
“I need you,” Alex whispers, and Henry lets out a desperate noise. “I need you, like, now.” He stops for a second and stares at Henry. “Please.”
“Alex.” Henry’s voice comes out broken, but it isn’t exactly a yes. Dark blue eyes meet his. “The photos,” he tries but Alex shakes his head. His fingers curl around Henry’s lapels.
“Later. Please?” He shifts and Henry’s eyes flicker down, finally noticing the bulge in Alex’s pants. A flush climbs up his cheekbones. “Henry, please—”
That’s all he manages before he’s being hauled into Henry’s lap, his thighs framing Henry’s hips, and lips press onto his in an insistent, bruising kiss. Alex easily melts into Henry’s skin and presses his hands on Henry’s chest, tugging off the last few buttons of the jacket and spreading his fingers on the bare skin. A hiss leaves Henry’s lips and his teeth dig into Alex’s lower lip.
“Darling,” he breathes as Alex pushes the jacket off his shoulders.
“Baby.”
“That jacket’s—” Henry’s voice trails off when Alex presses a nail on his nipple. “Expensive. Alex,” Henry warns, but Alex just leans in and replaces his finger with his lips. “Christ. Alex.”
“I’ll get a new one,” Alex murmurs, skimming Henry’s sides with his fingers. “H, I want you. Right now.” His wild eyes meet Henry’s and drops his hands on Henry’s waistband. “Please. May I?” He waits for a confirmation from Henry. It doesn’t take long. With pupils blown wide, Henry reaches for Alex’s pants and pops the button off, digging his hand in to pull out Alex’s hard cock. He moans and presses his forehead against Henry’s. “Fuck, baby.”
“I got you.”
“Baby—” Alex’s words dissolve into a moan when Henry flicks his thumb over the tip and smears the precum down, using it to slick him up. Alex doesn’t exactly hear him unbutton his own pants, but then his cock slides next to Alex and Henry wraps a hand around the both of them. “Fuck,” Alex whispers—the only word he seems capable of at the moment. “Fuck, fuck—”
“Yeah.” Henry tries to smile but it dissolves into a whimper when Alex thrusts into his hand, head dropping back onto the armchair. He starts moving his fingers, slower at first, and then in earnest. “Good?” he asks as he rolls his hips and Alex responds with a whine.
“Don’t stop.” His cock twitches when Henry presses a thumb to his tip; he bites down on Henry’s shoulder to suppress a moan. “Please, baby, feels so good. Don’t—” Henry twists his wrist and Alex has to bite down on his skin again. He thrusts into the space between Henry’s finger and cock desperately, chasing his orgasm, heat curling in his stomach with every move and touch. He feels himself approach the edge quickly.
“Love,” Henry whispers in his ear, and Alex whimpers. His teeth graze Alex’s earlobe as he squeezes. “Come for me.” That’s all it takes. Alex thrusts one last time before he’s coming, face hidden at the crook of Henry’s neck, and he feels a breathy laugh from Henry as he feels his cock twitch as well. His lips draw a messy picture on Henry’s shoulder, biting and kissing as Henry works both of them through their orgasms. He collapses onto Henry afterwards with the inelegance of a cat sprawled on a warm blanket.
“Alex.”
Alex responds with a low hum. Henry lets out another laugh and presses his lips to Alex’s temple.
“Did it live up to your dreams?” Henry asks this time and Alex just tilts his head. His fingers find Henry’s chin, smoothing out the skin, and arches a brow.
“Dreams?”
“Of hooking up with a prince.” Henry grins and adjusts his crown, the picture perfect Disney prince with tousled hair and flushed cheeks. The corners of Alex’s lips curl up when he remembers exactly why Henry’s flushed. He pokes his cheekbone.
“Uh huh.” He snuggles into Henry further, closing his eyes. “Though I’d like to fuck him next time, if he’s up for it.”
The noise Henry makes is absolutely wounded.
A few weeks later, Alex receives a text from Nora. He almost chokes on his breath when he reads the messages.
Nora (2:34 pm):
sweetie
did you fuck henry before you took ur christmas pictures??
Alex (2:36 pm):
uh
i plead the fifth
Nora (2:36 pm):
your ruffled shirts and messy hair say otherwise
also
henry has a hickey
Alex (2:37 pm):
henry has WHAT NOW
Alex slams his phone shut the moment the zoomed in photo comes in. Ellen’s going to kill him.