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It’s been a tumultuous few weeks ever since the email leak, and for a time, Henry’s mental health had never been this poor since the immediate aftermath of his father’s passing. But things have turned for the better, slowly but surely and after an effort was made on both of their ends to address the leak and fight for their relationship in a far more public setting than either of them had planned for. 

Tonight had been the last hurdle – but more for Alex than for Henry himself.

If Henry had been afraid of the reaction of the British citizens to having a gay prince who’s third in line to the throne, then Alex’s prime worry had been whether their outing would cost his mother her reelection bid when they were right before the finish line in an uncomfortably close race. But tonight, all their fears have finally been put to rest with Ellen winning and made even sweeter by Texas turning blue – something that was made possible by Alex’s tireless campaigning efforts over the past months. Henry’s glad that it’s laid to rest Alex’s worries and also proved to Alex just how brilliant and pivotal he’d been in helping his mother, that all his fears about imposter syndrome had been irrefutably unfounded.

They’ve won. They have, indisputably, won.

Now, he’s in casual, semi-incognito clothes, in Alex’s childhood home, finally seeing for himself the place where Alex spent most of his formative years as a “working class kid”. Henry feels so privileged that he gets to finally see the home Alex treasures so much, to the extent that Alex wore his spare key as a necklace to symbolically keep it close to his heart. It feels something like a declaration from Alex, first from being given that very same key all those weeks ago, to now being able to be standing in the place where it unlocked.

It’s so vastly different from his own rooms in Kensington Palace. He may have lived there for most of his life, but it’s never ever felt remotely like a home. It always felt too big, too hollow, and after the passing of his father and his mother’s subsequent withdrawal from her children, it had only become associated with a gnawing, ever-growing emptiness. But Alex’s childhood home is just the very opposite. Despite the slightly musty smell and a very fine layer of dust in some corners - a sign that the house hadn’t been lived in in a while even with caretakers coming in to freshen it up on a semi-regular basis – it already feels warmer and very much cosier (and it’s certainly not purely because of how Alex really had been from the working class, no matter his teasing words to Alex), so much more homy. 

Henry thinks he could fall a little in love with this house in Austin already.

Alex shows him around enthusiastically, pointing out the place where he took his first steps as a toddler, the exact step where he’d tripped and scared the daylights out of his parents when he tumbled down half a flight of stairs as a precocious child, where his parents marked out his height every year from when he could stand until he was a teenager. Which was also how Henry learnt that Alex had actually been of below average height consistently until he shot up like a particularly avaricious sprout between the ages of fifteen and sixteen.

“You were a tiny child, love.”

“So what if I was a late bloomer? Got there in the end, didn’t I?”

The moue of discontent on Alex’s lips is too cute not to be kissed and so Henry does just that, kissing those full lips until Alex is smiling against him again. 

Nevertheless, Henry can’t help but tease one last time as he pulls away with a faux, considering hum. “…it does explain your height complex though.”

“I do not have a complex!”

“You doth protest too much, love.”

“I’ll show you too much!”

And that sparks off a rather ridiculous chase around Alex’s childhood home, laughter ringing through the otherwise quiet suburban night, but Henry wouldn’t have changed it for the world. He imagines this must have been what it’s like to be part of an ordinary, working class family, of Alex’s life, the love and the laughter so palpable in the air.

The chase ends when Henry scampers up the stairs to the second floor of the house, and has to come to a sudden stop to avoid crashing into the sideboard along the wall when he attempts to turn a corner. Alex, hot on his heels, has no qualms about cornering him and immediately pushing him up against the offending article of furniture that hampered his escape.

“Got you,” Alex says, voice a low, satisfied purr that makes Henry shiver.

“You do love to accost me against poor unsuspecting pieces of furniture.”

“And you like it, your Majesty.”

Before Henry can think up an appropriate retort, Alex is curving a big palm over his cheek, using it to turn his head to the side so that Alex can reach his lips in a hungry kiss. Henry is kissed wonderfully breathless and when Alex finally pulls back, he’s nearly forgotten that they’re technically still doing a tour of the house.

“Well,” Alex says, sounding a tad breathless himself to Henry’s smug pleasure, “I guess this is as good a time as any to take the tour to this floor.”

It’s easy to guess that the bedrooms were on the second floor even without any introductions and Alex only gestures cursorily to the closed door furthest down the left of the landing, introducing it as the master bedroom before ushering Henry off to the right side. This time, when they stop before another closed door, Alex gestures to it with a dramatic flourish of his hands.

“And this is my room, the most important room in this house.”

Henry laughs. “A little full of yourself, aren’t you, my dear?”

“Don’t lie. This is the room you’re most curious about, aren’t you?”

Henry hums noncommittally. But Alex is right. Of course he is. There’s nothing Henry desires more than to learn more about Alex, and he’ll definitely treasure all the glimpses of a younger Alex he’ll get.

Alex just laughs in response, a knowing glint in his eyes even though Henry had refused to provide any indication of agreement to his question. Then, he proceeds to open the door to his room, flip the light switch, and then Alex bows with a theatrical flourish of his arm.

“After you, your Majesty.”

“So unexpectedly respectful, though that still isn’t my actual title.”

“I’m always respectful, sweetheart. You just like me better when I’m not.”

Whatever Henry wants to say in riposte is lost when he steps through the doorway and his eyes home in on some unexpected details.

“Soooo, I may have planned something,” Alex says from behind Henry, his arms sliding around Henry’s waist as he shuffles in to hug Henry from the back.

“I can see that,” he replies lightly, taking in the fact that for a house that’s supposed to have been empty of occupants for about four years, the single bed in Alex’s childhood bedroom actually has clean bed sheets and covers on it.

Not to mention that there’s also an unopened tube of lubricant, which looks to be the brand they both prefer, standing not so innocuously on the nightstand.

Henry leans into Alex’s embrace, tilting his head slightly to catch Alex’s eyes. “Did you want to debauch me in your childhood bedroom, love?”

This close, Henry can see the way Alex’s pupils dilate in the warm, yellow light of the room, see up close and personal, the way his long, beautiful lashes flutter. But Alex only hums thoughtfully before stepping back and away from Henry, and that was not what Henry expected at all.

“Not quite,” Alex says, dragging out the words a little uncertainly, as Henry turns around to look at him properly.

It’s rare for Alex to be at a loss for words, and even more so for him to be visibly nervous about whatever it is that he wants to say. Henry can see it in the way Alex’s hands are clenching and unclenching by his side. The last time Alex was this visibly nervous in front of Henry was that night in Paris…

Oh, does Alex…?

Before he can even think about how he wants to phrase his suspicions, Alex finally speaks, words coming out in a bit of a rush but still perfectly clear, “I want you to be doing the debauching instead.”

It feels a bit like having the wind knocked out of him after an unexpected tumble off his horse during the early days of his horse riding lessons, but in a good way. In a very, exceedingly good way. But Henry does his best to hold on to his sanity, to rein in the part of his mind that’s already leaping to what he can do to Alex in vivid, technicolour detail. He thinks he knows what Alex means, but if he’s right, then it will be Alex’s first time and Henry refuses to let himself make assumptions about it. He needs Alex to be clear and specific about this.

“Alex, are you… are you suggesting that you want me to–”

“I’m not suggesting, baby. I’ve prepared and I’m asking you to fuck me tonight. If you want to, of course.”

Henry tries his best not to react like his brain has just been short-circuited even though it most definitely has. Alex had prepared and from how this conversation has been going, he doesn’t think Alex just means the tube of lubricant by the bedside. Did Alex also…?

He gathers his thoughts, manfully trying to arrange them into some semblance of order and coherence. “You’re certain about this? Not everyone enjoys bottoming, and that’s perfectly all right.”

“Baby. Henry, I know that. I also know that I want to know how it feels to have you inside me. I really, really do. You always look so blissed out when I’m inside you, so like. It got me wondering. I swear I'm a 110% certain about this. But, only if–”

“I do. I do want to.” As if there could be anything Henry wouldn’t be willing to try at least once with Alex if Alex asked it of him. “But you’ll tell me if–”

“I’ll tell you if anything feels off, or if I need you to stop. Promise. Just… will you please fuck me, Henry?”

Henry doesn’t know if Alex deliberately chose that moment to bat his eyelashes or if it was just a normal blink that’s conveniently well-timed, but whatever it is, the effect it has is devastating. In response to Alex’s downright sinful plea, he steps right up into Alex’s space, sliding both hands into Alex’s luscious curls and pulls him into a hard, bruising kiss, proving to Alex once and for all just how much he wants what Alex is offering him. He presses in hard and deep and quick, sucking and nipping at Alex’s lower lip in a way he knows from happily acquired experience that will drive Alex absolutely crazy. Coupled with the way his hands are tugging deliberately a shade too roughly at Alex’s hair, it’s mere moments before Alex is melting against him with a full-bodied shudder and a moan smothered between their lips.

When Henry finally pulls away, it is to the beautiful sight of Alex’s face gone slack and dazed with pleasure, his lips swollen, wet, and rosy red, his usually sharp but warm brown eyes completely glazed over, his eyelashes seemingly even longer with his eyes half-lidded and making Alex seem more delicate and so very pretty. Henry is abruptly hit with a visceral need to see the expression that Alex makes when he’s filled for the very first time.

Nevertheless, despite the lust burning strongly within him, Henry is acutely aware that he is still the more experienced one out of the both of them, even if he tends to prefer to bottom. He’s going to use that experience to make it so, so good for Alex. 

“Let’s move to the bed, love.”

It takes a few moments before Alex really reacts, eyes blinking rapidly before the haze of pleasure lifts from those gorgeous dark brown eyes to be replaced by eagerness. Alex grabs hold of his hand and tugs him over to the single bed that’s a few steps away. Henry goes willingly, laughing a little as Alex drops himself down unceremoniously onto the mattress and pulls Henry in to stand between the vee of his legs.

“You’re very eager tonight, darling.”

“I’m always eager to have sex with you, sweetheart.”

Henry hums, thoughtful. While that is certainly true – the both of them having rather insatiable sexual appetites when it came to each other, probably compounded by the fact that most of their relationship had been long-distance with clandestine rendezvouses whenever they could work it into their busy schedules – there’s a certain thrum that Henry can almost physically feel that’s running through Alex like a livewire tonight that’s different from their previous encounters. 

“You’ve been thinking about this for some time, haven’t you, love?” he asks as he gives Alex a firm push so Alex falls fully back onto his bed, still grinning up at him with so much love and joy.

“And what if I have?” Alex quips, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

Henry climbs up onto the bed so that he’s straddling Alex’s waist, letting his hands slide under Alex’s T-shirt to caress warm, supple skin while enjoying the way Alex’s hands come up automatically to bracket his hips.

“I know you must have done your research. So why don’t you tell me what you’ve learnt… or what you’ve done, hmm?”

It’s only a hunch that has Henry saying that, but it is an educated guess, knowing what he does of Alex and how he tends to go into a research spiral and then into a bit of an experimentation phase, putting theory into practice. Nevertheless, he isn’t expecting the blush that blooms over Alex’s cheeks, and the fact that it’s so clearly visible on Alex’s complexion in the low light of the room is telling in and of itself. He slides his hands up further, bunching up the fabric of Alex’s shirt as he goes, trailing reverent hands up Alex’s well-defined abs and all the way up to his pectorals.

He leans in close, until their lips are but a hair’s breadth apart. “Did you finger yourself, love?”

Alex’s expression goes soft and dazed as he lets out a soft breathy yeah, his head nodding ever so slightly, making their lips brush together and Henry rewards him by turning that into a proper kiss. Still, Henry keeps it gentle and light, pulling back when Alex tries to deepen it. The petulant whine that leaves Alex’s lips almost makes Henry change his mind but he holds firm to keeping control tonight. Well, for now at least. Henry knows that it’s only a matter of time before Alex tempts him to beyond the ability of his willpower to resist.

“Tell me more, darling. How many fingers did you work yourself up to?”

“J-just one…” Alex stutters out with a shuddery breath. “It felt a little weird at first… but also, kind of good…?”

It’s a good sign that Alex seemed to have enjoyed his own explorations with anal play, though he is a little surprised that Alex hadn’t gone any further.

“Hmm… Only one finger? Why’s that, love?”

“I wanted to feel you opening me up like… like it’s, you know, my first time.”

Henry doesn’t know how to classify the noise he makes at Alex’s words, words that sent a bolt of arousal ricocheting so strongly through him that it almost felt like he was physically shot. His right hand finds itself tangled into Alex’s curls roughly, drawing out a whimper from Alex before the sound is swallowed by his mouth as he kisses Alex ferociously, like he is a starving man and Alex the finest, ten-course meal all laid out just for him to feast on. He bites and sucks on Alex’s lower lip, licks into Alex’s mouth as if it is his right to plunder that delicious orifice and Alex lets him, moaning sweetly at every touch of his tongue, at every tug of his fingers in his hair.

Alex looks halfway to being thoroughly debauched by the time Henry finally breaks away, lips wet with their saliva and more than a little swollen from how Henry had absolutely ravaged him. His eyes are half-lidded, the gorgeous fan of his long, long eyelashes juxtaposed against his skin a sinful tease. Henry is hit with the realisation that they’re both wearing entirely too many articles of clothing. Alex, especially, needs to be naked. Now.

“Did you have any other plans for tonight, Alex? Other than wanting me to fuck you?”

Alex shudders, the way he does whenever he hears Henry curse in similar circumstances, and Henry smiles, a little wicked, at the effect it’s currently having on Alex. It takes a few moments before Alex actually manages to reply and Henry is very pleased at how quickly he’s reduced Alex’s usual quick wit and verbosity into this.

“No. Just… whatever you want, Henry.”

“Excellent,” Henry murmurs, letting his satisfaction with Alex’s answer roll thick and honey-sweet off his tongue. “I take it that you’ve also thoroughly cleaned up before this?”

Alex nods, a faint flush of colour appearing on his cheeks again. Henry dips down to press a quick kiss to Alex’s lips, because how could he not?

“Perfect,” he praises as he pulls back, Alex leaning up as if to chase after his lips before subsiding back into the sheets at his words. Henry clocks the way Alex briefly shuts his eyes as a shiver runs through his gorgeous body and files it away in a mental folder that’s already getting fuller by the minute.

“One last question, love. Are you certain you don’t want a condom for this?”

“I’m so, so sure,” is Alex’s immediate, enthusiastic response. Then, Alex smiles up at him with just a little hint of teasing wickedness. “Besides, I thought you might like to make a mess of me for a change, sweetheart. It was fucking life-changing, watching my come drip out of your freshly fucked hole. 10/10 would recommend, over and over again.” 

Henry has to briefly close his eyes, as if that would stop the assault of mental images that Alex’s words have launched. Debauching Alex by making a wet, sticky mess of his hole definitely has its appeal. He takes in a deep, steadying breath before fixing Alex with a serious, no nonsense look.

“Alright love, I’ll give you what you want. But first, you’re going to strip for me,” Henry says, his tone making it clear that it wasn’t a request. “Once you’re undressed, I want you on your back against the pillows. Then, I want you to spread your legs and hold your knees up with your hands. Can you do that for me?”

Alex’s pupils are so dilated that his irises are thin rings of dark brown around the black. His mouth is slightly parted, expression a little dazed, but he nods in reply to Henry’s question. Henry is reminded of how Alex had also really enjoyed being bossed around by him in some very particular circumstances, very sexual circumstances. He intends to use that to his advantage tonight.

“I need you to use your words, darling.”

Alex visibly swallows. “I… fuck, yeah… I– I can do that.”

“Good boy.”

Alex sucks in a sharp breath at that, his eyes closing before he lets it out in a long, tremulous exhale. Henry makes a note of that very promising reaction in the very same folder he’s started compiling mentally before he climbs off of Alex so that Alex can get to complying with his instructions.

Comply Alex does, in an extremely rapid, almost frantic fashion. His clothes are haphazardly tossed aside, Alex utterly uncaring of where they land, be it on the floor or hanging off the corner of his desk. Henry contemplates admonishing Alex for the mess but decides that it can be for another time, a time when they’ve perhaps talked a bit more about other potential avenues of sexual exploration.

In contrast, Henry makes himself take his time. He undresses as well, but he folds his clothes methodically, laying the jeans, the long-sleeved shirt, and his underwear one on top of the other neatly on the desk. It gives him a moment to centre himself, to come up with an outline of what he plans to do to Alex to make it so very good for him. If it also serves to tease Alex, to draw out the tension even further? All the better.

He is, however, completely unprepared for the sight that greets him when he finally turns back to face the bed.

Logically, Henry knows he’s the one who instructed Alex to get into that particular position on the bed. But the reality of witnessing Alex following his instructions to the letter, of seeing miles of gorgeous, warm brown skin laid bare for him in such a sensual yet vulnerable manner…

It leaves Henry breathless. Alex leaves him breathless, always, and Henry can’t help but greedily drink in the beautiful, erotic sight that is Alex lying on the bed with his knees held up and open, his cock already hard with pre-come beginning to coalesce into pretty pearls at the tip, and just a hint of his tightly furled hole visible, the best-worst kind of tease.

He can’t help the way his eyes trail over Alex’s body, from his toned glutes, to his abs, his pecs, the long line of his neck that’s just begging to be marked up, and then up to his jawline, sharp enough to cut glass, his soft, utterly kissable lips that are quirked up in a small, uncharacteristically shy smile, his mesmerising brown eyes framed by those long, lush eyelashes that have always been Henry’s downfall, and finally to the way his curls are already starting to become dishevelled even before Henry has thoroughly run his fingers through them tonight.

“Like what you see?” Alex asks, eyes twinkling with mirth.

“I do,” Henry replies, utterly sincere.

It makes Alex duck his chin a little, shyly looking up at him through the veil of those fucking deadly eyelashes. A tremendous wave of arousal threatens to overwhelm him and Henry has to tell himself firmly to calm down. To help with doing just that, he heads over to the nightstand, picking up the tube of lube before climbing onto Alex’s bed and situating himself between Alex’s spread knees.

All the while, Alex has stayed obediently in the position Henry had instructed and it makes a hot want unfurl swift and savage, a part of him wondering just how well Alex would take instruction, would take orders in bed. Alex normally loves to push boundaries, to challenge authority, but there have definitely been some moments when Henry has wondered. He pushes that down for now, concentrating instead on his plans to make Alex’s first time bottoming as good as he possibly can. For now, Alex deserves affirmation for being so good for him. Henry plants a tender kiss on the inside of Alex’s knee and Alex shivers, goosebumps breaking out over the skin of his legs.

“I’ll take this slowly,” Henry says, serious and intent. “If at any point you want to slow down or stop, please tell me, alright, love?”

“I will, Henry. Can you please do it already? The anticipation is killing me, babe.”

Henry tuts mock-sternly. “Patience, Alex. Good things come to those who wait.”

“Henryyyy… I’ve been waiting for weeks. I’m dying here,” Alex whines, petulant and dramatic yet still all too endearing and sexy for Henry’s sanity.

“There will be no dying,” he admonishes. “Unless it’s une petite mort.”

Alex’s eyes widen, his lips parting on a soundless gasp. Henry watches in surprise as a heavy stream of pre-come rolls down Alex’s cock.

Interesting. Henry’s known that he feels so much more when Alex murmurs sweet nothings to him in Spanish when they’re in bed, but Alex hadn’t seemed that affected when they were out in Paris and he’d had to converse occasionally with the locals. But, he concedes, the circumstances then were very different from presently.

“Did you like that, darling? Me speaking French?”

“I— Y-yeah… um… yes…”

“How do you feel about Welsh?”

Alex whimpers, eyes shuttering close as he bites down on his lower lip. Henry feels so powerful, seeing the effect he has on Alex when so often it feels like it is Alex who’s always the one rendering him speechless.

“Would you like a practical demonstration, love?”

“…if I say yes, and you… I think I’ll— fuck— come on the spot,” Alex grits out, eyes still closed so tightly that his eyebrows are scrunched together, as if he’s concentrating so very hard on not losing it prematurely.

A part of Henry is curious if Alex really could come untouched just from words in a foreign language, but it’ll have to be something to be explored another time. He does not want tonight’s activities to end so soon either. Henry leans in to kiss Alex’s forehead, right between his eyebrows to coax Alex into relaxing.

“Noted,” he murmurs, lips close enough to brush Alex’s skin. “We’ll table it for another time, hmm?”

He feels Alex shiver beneath him once again before he breathes out a trembling “yes, okay, please”.

And well, Alex has been good, if a little impatient, but Henry can overlook that tonight. He pulls back from Alex, watches as Alex’s eyes open to half-mast, those warm chocolate orbs looking a little glassy with desire.

Beautiful, Henry thinks, and wonders how much more exquisite Alex will look as the night progresses.

But for now, he’s spent enough time drawing out the anticipation, and it’s time to move on. Henry flicks open the cap, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He rubs his fingers together to warm the slick fluid up a little and spread it out more, then with his clean hand, he reaches out to caress Alex’s toned glutes. Alex tenses up at his touch and Henry rubs circles into his skin until Alex relaxes again, and only then does he let his slick fingers trail down Alex’s perineum, stopping to rub at a spot approximately midway between Alex’s sac and his hole.

“F-f-fuck…! Henry—!”

Alex is wonderfully responsive and delightfully vocal. Henry relishes in the wanton noises and incoherent words he drags out of Alex from that little touch. He dials back on the teasing, drawing his fingers away when Alex’s moans reach a particular timbre, knowing that Alex wouldn’t want to come just yet. Nor does he want that for Alex right now too. But some other time, some other night, Henry promises himself, he’ll get to the bottom - no pun intended - of all the ways he can make Alexander Claremont-Diaz come undone.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Alex pants out, eyes squeezed shut tightly and looking gorgeously overwhelmed.

“How are you feeling, love? Good?”

“So good. Just… fuck… please, Henry. I want to feel you inside of me. Please.”

Oh, it’s terribly intoxicating to hear Alex beg, desperate and of his own volition. Henry lays a chaste, soft kiss against Alex’s faintly pouting lips, a reward and a comfort before he reaches down with slick fingers to gently caress Alex where he wants it. Henry rubs slow circles around the tightly furled ring, breathing in Alex’s soft gasps and sighs from where their lips are still pressed against each other in a tender kiss. Slowly, gradually, he feels the muscle beneath his fingers go lax and he carefully presses the tip of his index finger inside.

Alex whines, soft and needy against Henry’s lips and Henry silently marvels at how hot and snug Alex feels around his finger. He kisses Alex harder, timing the push of his finger deeper into Alex when he licks his way into Alex’s mouth. Alex tenses up momentarily, his hole tightening up before he shudders on a breathy exhale and all the tension seems to melt out of him, and Henry’s finger ends up deep in him, all the way to the last knuckle.

“Tell me how it feels, Alex. Is this still what you want?”

“Yes, yes. It’s… ahh… a little strange… Feels different from when I fingered myself… but a good different. I want more, please, baby.”

“Ask and you shall receive.”

Nevertheless, Henry doesn’t immediately give Alex more of his fingers. Alex always dives headfirst, all-in to new things he’s set his mind on, and while it’s an admirable trait – and one that Henry loves about Alex - it can mean he’s sometimes not as aware of his limits. So Henry spends a bit more time thrusting his finger in and out of Alex, relishing in the soft heat of Alex’s most intimate spot while making sure to the best of his ability that Alex’s body is indeed used to the intrusion before he adds another finger.

Alex lets out a quiet, gasping oh when Henry pushes the tips of two fingers against his rim. He lets those fingers circle around the loosened ring for a few moments, a deliberate tease. Just as Alex looks about to say something – possibly something a little sassy to goad him into hurrying up – Henry leans in to capture those slightly parted lips and finally slides two fingers carefully into Alex’s hole.

He tastes the long, sweet moan that falls from Alex’s lips, revels in the way Alex quivers beneath him before his wonderful, beautiful body relaxes, his tight hole stretching smoothly to accommodate two of Henry’s fingers. Alex is unbelievably pliant beneath his touch and Henry is thoroughly enamoured of and enchanted by this side of his love.

“Hen— ry—! It… nghnn…”

“How do you feel, darling? Too much?”

“N-no… just needed… ahh… to get used to it.”

Good, that’s very good. After a few more moments of methodically stretching Alex out and enjoying the sighs and gasps of pleasure that fall like sweet honey from Alex’s lips, Henry decides it’s time he introduces Alex to the pleasures of his prostate in a way that’s more than just theoretical knowledge. He dips his fingers back in, curling them upwards, right about—

“Oh fuck! Henry—!!”

Alex’s back is a beautiful taut curve as he cries out, louder and more wanton than anything he’s done so far tonight. It’s a breathtaking sight and Henry rubs directly over that spot inside of Alex again, watching greedily as Alex writhes on his fingers, head tossed back against the pillows, fingers gripping the back of his knees so tightly to keep himself in position like Henry had asked even as he loses himself in the shock of toe-curling pleasure. It makes something a little dark take root in Henry, witnessing just how well Alex obeys even in the throes of pleasure, how much Alex wants to please him by being good. 

(They have time, Henry tells himself, and packs those desires away for another day for when they can have a proper conversation about it all.)

Alex’s cock glistens wetly with the amount of pre-come that’s already rolled down its length, with more forming at the tip the longer Henry torments that wondrous little spot. Incoherent moans fall endlessly from his parted lips, a mix of half-bitten off Spanish and English, and more often than not, just pure sounds with no discernible words. Henry doesn’t think he’s seen Alex unravel so fast during sex, so overwhelmed by pleasure so quickly that Alex is losing track of which language he’s speaking. It is a dangerously heady feeling. He wonders if he can make Alex come like this, just from a prostate massage.

“Dios mío…! Oh fuck…! H-Hen— ahh— ry… Hen… stop…!”

Immediately, he halts his movements, pulling the tips of his fingers away from stimulating Alex but still keeping his fingers inside, knowing that to abruptly pull out could be too stimulating in itself. Alex takes in huge gulps of air, still faintly trembling, and even through the slight worry, Henry can’t help but be inordinately proud of just how fucked out Alex already looks just from two of his fingers.

“Love, was it too much?”

“Just… was gonna… come if you didn’t stop. Don’t want that yet…” 

It’s a testament to just how close to the edge Alex must have been for his sentences to come out in phrases between heaving pants and gasps.

“Wanna come… on your cock, baby.”

Henry feels much like he’s been punched, such was the intensity of feeling that rushed through him at Alex’s words. An incoherent growl leaves his lips, barely restrained, and for once, Henry thinks he’s feeling those caveman urges roar to life as he surges up to claim Alex’s lips roughly, love and possessiveness for Alex driving his actions in equal measure. Alex whimpers beneath his lips, muffled but still just audible enough for Henry’s hindbrain to register and react to it almost instinctively. He nips at Alex’s lower lip, fighting the utterly base urge to bite down hard and draw blood. He feels control hanging on by a fraying thread and Henry claws his way back to the front, gentling the kiss a touch.

There will be time for giving in to his basest, filthiest caveman instincts, but not tonight. Even if Alex is making it so very difficult with his words and actions. 

When Henry finally breaks away, they’re both panting harshly, their foreheads still touching. They both need a moment to collect themselves.

“You’re a menace,” Henry says once he’s gotten a grip on himself, but he knows the tone of his voice isn’t anywhere near chiding for Alex to take him seriously. “That mouth on you…”

That very same mouth curls into a cheeky, pleased grin. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, your Majesty?”

Henry narrows his eyes and then pointedly jabs sharply at Alex’s prostate once. The effect is immediate, Alex’s eyelashes flutter shut, his head tilting back to bare the long line of his throat and a shocked moan tears out of Alex’s lungs. Henry latches onto Alex’s neck with his teeth, unable to resist temptation this time, letting them scrape down the long column and then further until he is mouthing at Alex’s pecs. Alex whines, close to a mewl, when he laps at a pert nipple and Henry only just manages to stop from sinking his teeth down. Nevertheless, he works over that nipple with tongue and lips until Alex is positively squirming and panting beneath him.

“I,” Henry states when he finally detaches himself from Alex’s chest, “am going to have my way with you, Alex, in a manner of my choosing.”

Alex swallows. “Y-yeah? And what does that mean for me?”

“It means you’re going to take whatever I give you, however I give it to you like a good boy. You can do that, can’t you, darling?”

“I… yes, I can.”

“And you’ll only come when you’re on my cock, and no sooner. Are you amenable to these terms, Alex?”

“I’m very fucking amenable.”

Henry smiles, and on a calculated whim, says, “Good boy.”

Alex shakes, a soft whimper of a plea leaving his lips, “Henry, please…”

“Keep your legs up and spread for me, love. I want full access to your beautiful derrière.”

“Fuck… Baby, I thought we agreed… no more non-English languages?”

Henry just smiles, a little mischievously, as he slips his fingers carefully out of Alex. Before Alex can protest or question his actions, he’s sliding down Alex’s body, so that his face is between Alex’s spread thighs and he can see, up close and personal, just how Alex’s hole is shiny with lube and gaping ever so slightly from the stretching so far.

“Henry? Wha— oh f-fucking fuck!”

Henry reaches up with one hand to grip Alex’s hips so he doesn’t buck too much off the bed, keeping Alex right where he wants him. Then he dives back in, using his other hand to keep Alex spread open before pressing his lips over Alex’s twitching hole in a feather-light kiss before he licks another broad stripe up and over Alex’s rim.

He laps at and around the rim hungrily, enjoying how Alex has lapsed into incoherency yet again. It is endlessly gratifying to reduce Alex – a vibrant, verbose soul – into a babbling, ruined mess, and Henry is pleased to discover yet another method of doing so. He alternates between light, kitten licks and firmer, wetter ones around Alex’s rim, occasionally straying further up to mouth and suck at Alex’s sac while using his fingers to keep up the teasing touches around Alex’s hole. In the quiet night, the slick, wet sounds of his oral ministrations sound doubly obscene, especially when paired with Alex’s unrestrained, hitching moans.

When he deems Alex sufficiently wrecked, Henry takes it one step further. He spears his tongue into Alex’s hole alongside two of his fingers, tasting Alex thoroughly and intimately. 

“Henry—! F-f—! Oh… nngh— my god, pleasepleaseplease,” Alex cries out, beautifully overwhelmed, calves trembling where they’re still held aloft by his own hands.

Henry gives Alex a good tongue-fucking, feeling the way Alex’s hole tries to clench down around his tongue and fingers that are working him loose, how that sensation travels straight down to Henry’s own neglected cock. But for now, he can continue ignoring his own needs. Just seeing, hearing, feeling Alex fall apart from his fingers and tongue is more than enough right now.

Finally, Henry pulls away and Alex makes a sound like a wretched sob of distress. He places a kiss to the knob of Alex’s ankle, rubs soothing circles over Alex’s hip until Alex calms down a little.

“What is it, darling?”

“…need you… por favor… Henry, please…!”

“You have me, Alex,” he murmurs, and then, a little wickedly, thrusts in two of his fingers as if to punctuate the point.

Alex keens as his hole swallows down Henry’s fingers so easily and smoothly, as if telling Henry that he’s ready for more. For something girthier than two fingers, or even three.

“You’re doing so well,” Henry says as he stretches up to kiss Alex’s cheek tenderly, right under his fluttering eyelashes.

Alex turns his face towards him, head tilted blindly up, and Henry takes the wordless plea for what it is. He captures Alex’s lips with his own, sucking on Alex’s lower lip just as he adds a third finger into the mix. Alex moans as his lips go soft and slack with the new intrusion, and Henry capitalises on that vulnerability to plunder his love’s delicious, tantalising mouth, giving Alex a preview of what he intends to be doing to a different part of him very, very soon.

It’s a long while before they finally part, Henry reluctantly pulling back and watching with building arousal as a thin, glimmering string of saliva connects their lips for moments longer before finally breaking apart. Alex is gorgeous beneath him, a spellbinding work of art, lying slack against the pillows, lips still parted and eyes half-lidded. He’s taken three of Henry’s fingers in so, so well, and when Henry spreads them apart inside of him, the way Alex’s hole stretches without even eliciting a flinch of discomfort from Alex makes Henry hot in ways he hasn’t quite felt before.

“How are you feeling, love?”

It takes Alex a moment to even look like he’s registered Henry’s question, then his hole clenches around Henry’s fingers in a way that feels deliberate. Henry gasps and Alex moans, and Henry can feel tiny tremors shaking through Alex’s taut body.

“It’s so… so…”

“Intense?”

“…so good. Henry, baby, please. Need you… nngh— need your cock.”

It’s a testament to how far gone Alex is that he doesn’t even try to sass Henry even when he’s had a small moment to collect himself. And for all that Henry had said that he would be the one dictating the pace and their terms of engagement tonight, he finds that he doesn’t want to deny Alex any longer even though this scuttles his plan to continue rimming Alex for at least a good while more. Not when Alex is already begging this sweetly of his own accord and it’s definitely doing ghastly things to Henry’s self-control.

“Of course, darling,” Henry says, voice terribly soft and fond for being three fingers deep in Alex’s ass. “Whatever you want.”

He gives Alex a quick kiss of reassurance, murmuring a warning that it’ll feel a bit strange when he pulls his fingers out. He does it as carefully as he can but Alex still lets out a sound that’s surprise mixed in with a sense of loss.

“Do you want to get on your front, love? It’ll be easier for your first time.”

Alex immediately shakes his head, a nearly frantic sounding no bursting out of him. “I want to see you. I need to see you,” he adds breathlessly.

Alex sounds so vulnerable and verging on anxious that Henry has to gather Alex in his arms and kiss the living daylights out of him in reassurance. Alex relaxes immediately, moaning enthusiastically into the kiss, one of his arms winding its way around Henry’s back, clutching him just as tightly as Henry is doing to him.

It will be rougher on Alex to have his first time this way, at least initially, but Henry understands the need for an emotional connection in this moment of shared intimacy. It’s also an echo of their first time in Paris and Henry can’t deny that he likes the symmetry of it very much.

He luxuriates in their kiss for a few more moments before pulling back to grab a pillow. Alex lifts up at a gentle caress to his hip and Henry slides the pillow underneath him, propping Alex’s hips up while still supporting his lower back. He keeps a hand running lightly up and down Alex’s thigh as he reaches for the lube, not wanting to lose this skin-to-skin connection. It’s a little messy getting the tube open single-handed, but it’s worth it for the small chuckle it elicits from Alex and the way Alex’s body stays relaxed beneath his hand.

Then he’s settling himself between Alex’s spread thighs, Alex helpfully holding his knees up and parting them even further. Henry leans into his contact with Alex, his flank touching Alex’s inner thigh before he finally removes his other hand from Alex’s skin. He keeps his eyes fixed on Alex’s own even as he tips the lube over to squeeze a generous amount onto his hand, working by touch alone just so that he can continue gazing into Alex’s heated, adoring eyes, certain that his own eyes are reflecting the exact emotions back at his love.

Nevertheless, he can’t help but draw in a sudden breath, eyes fluttering momentarily shut when he grasps his own thus far neglected cock to coat it in lube. As aroused as he’s become, even a perfunctory touch to ensure that both him and Alex will be comfortable for the act to come has Henry shivering, pulled a few more steps closer to the edge than he could’ve predicted.

Alex makes a soft, bitten-off noise and Henry blinks open his eyes to the sight of Alex biting down on his lower lip, eyes staring fixated, ravenous, where Henry is carefully slicking himself up. Henry groans, low and rough, when Alex, seemingly unconsciously, darts his tongue out, a fleeting, teasing lick as if he’s looking at an exceptionally delicious treat. Then Alex’s gaze darts upwards and his lips quirk up in a filthy smirk when he catches Henry’s probably unbecomingly lust-drunk expression before the utter reprobate cants his hips up, deliberately rubbing the crack of his ass against Henry’s cock, making the both of them moan at the friction.

It takes everything Henry has to try to wrest back some form of control. He uses both hands to hold down Alex’s hips, pinning him tight so that Alex can only writhe futilely against the pillow propping his lower back up.

“Alex,” he admonishes. “What did I say about patience?”

“Henry…” Alex moans, eyelashes fluttering in a way designed to thoroughly obliterate Henry’s higher brain functions. “Please… I need—!”

“Hush, love. I know what you need,” he says, leaning forward so that their faces are so close that they’re all each other can see. The proximity seems to settle something in Alex and Henry feels the way Alex’s body calms into stillness, no longer shifting restlessly against the bed and against Henry’s arms.

“I know what you need,” he repeats softly, staring deep into the dark, endless pools of Alex’s eyes. “And I’ll give it to you as long as you’re good for me. Can you be good for me, Alex?”

“…yes,” Alex breathes out, chin dipping slightly in a small nod.

Henry lets his head tip down, their foreheads touching and for a moment, they just breathe together.

“Good,” he praises. “You’re so good for me, Alex.”

Alex shivers and Henry can’t help but pepper light kisses down the bridge of Alex’s nose, over the lids of Alex’s eyes when they flutter shut in pleasure, ending with a chaste peck on Alex’s parted lips. He skims his hands over Alex’s inner thighs, gently dislodging Alex’s hands so that he’s the one holding up Alex’s legs. As if Alex has read his mind, Alex’s now-freed hands come round to curl over his shoulders without prompting, nails digging momentarily into Henry’s back before they loosen slightly, just enough that they won’t break skin.

Henry doesn’t really want to relinquish the intimacy of their current position, but alas, he must if he is to actually give Alex what he desires. But at least, like this, with Alex’s arms around his shoulders, it feels like an added layer of connection that makes having to pull back so he can see what he’s doing feel less like being bodily ripped away from Alex. He keeps Alex’s right knee hooked over his left arm, letting Alex’s left leg wrap around his waist and Alex squeezes once with that leg, heels digging gently into Henry’s lower back. Alex has such a soft, sweet expression of adoration on his face and it’s all Henry can do to not lean back in for a kiss. He’s kept Alex waiting long enough after all.

With his free hand, Henry guides himself to where Alex is slick and gaping ever so slightly for him. The first press of the tip of his cock to Alex’s hole has them both gasping, anticipation and pleasure igniting through them both.

“Take a breath and then let it out for me, love.”

Alex inhales shakily and on his exhale, Henry carefully pushes against the slight resistance of Alex’s hole and oh—

Alex is luscious, velvety heat around the crown of Henry’s cock, the sensations he’s feeling the very epitome of pure unadulterated bliss. Henry grits his teeth to gird himself as he continues the slow, steady push onward. He will not hurt Alex and that is possibly the only reason why Henry’s willpower has kept its grip on his inward push, no matter how tempting it is to bury himself to the hilt hard and fast into such an exquisitely snug warmth. 

Christ, Alex is taking him so bloody well, his body opening up for Henry slowly but smoothly with barely a hitch. Alex is always gorgeous, but like this, splayed out beneath Henry with his eyelids fallen to half-mast, kiss-swollen lips parted soundlessly and colour high on his cheeks, he looks divine, a bronze god willingly submitting to Henry’s sensuous worship.

Henry is but a helpless thrall, his gaze trained on Alex’s face, greedily drinking in the alluring sight that is Alex lost in the flood of new – hopefully pleasurable – sensation. He carefully catalogues each and every one of Alex’s microexpressions, capturing them in vivid hues to be placed into the garden of his memories where they’ll forever bloom bright. At the same time, he keeps a close watch for any hint of distress, ready to stop if he catches even the slightest suggestion of discomfort.

“…hhnngh… Henry…”

Alex’s voice is barely more than a tremulous exhale, but it catches Henry’s attention all the same and draws him to a stop.

“Yes, love?” he asks and even to his own ears, he sounds more wrecked than he anticipated. 

Alex’s lips part, drawing in a deep breath that makes him tighten up around Henry and they both groan at the added stimulation. Alex looks dazed as soft noises spill from his lips, his body faintly quivering around and beneath Henry. Henry cups a hand over Alex’s cheek, letting his thumb draw soothing circles until Alex’s bleary eyes focus on him.

“How do you feel, darling?” he murmurs. “Is this still okay?”

Alex’s answering nod is immediate and unmistakable, even if it still takes him a moment longer before he breathes out a verbal affirmative.

“…m’very okay… just… nhhn… intense…”

“I know,” Henry says, knowing from experience the sheer physicality can be overwhelming. Not to mention the emotional vulnerability in the act. “You’re doing wonderful for your first time, darling. And you feel sinfully good.”

“Y-yeah?” Alex asks, the corner of his lips tilting up in a shy but pleased smile.

“Yes, love. You’re taking me so well. Always so good for me, darling.”

Alex shudders, eyes falling shut. “Hnnngh…! Haa— Henry…”

“So beautiful, love,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on Alex’s forehead.

Something about his words or the kiss, or perhaps the combination makes Alex melt. The snug clench of his hole softens a little and Henry slides forward, slips in a little faster than he planned, until he’s flush against Alex, pelvis to glutes. Alex keens as Henry bottoms out faster than planned, sounding overwhelmed but in a good way.

Praise for Alex’s ass, the warm tight clutch of smooth muscle around his cock spill ceaselessly from Henry’s lips like the most heartfelt of prayers, and it’s all he can do to hold himself still to let Alex adjust to all of him. Alex feels exquisite, a perfect velvety heat surrounding him. Perhaps he’s always going to be biassed towards Alex, but at this moment, Henry will gladly swear in front of king and country that he’s never felt a better ass than Alex’s around his cock.

“Haa— nngh! H… so— fuck… you’re… so big…!”

Henry has to dig deep inside of himself to not react in the way his caveman hindbrain is demanding. He didn’t often top in his past clandestine encounters, but he had gotten… comments on his size during the times when he did. Alex breathlessly echoing the same type of sentiment is almost too much for him to bear without doing something drastic and inadvisable as a consequence. The fingers of his right hand can’t help but curl tightly around Alex’s hipbone, while his left hand tightens its grip on Alex’s knee. Henry’s probably leaving behind some interesting bruises but at least he’s not going to do things he might regret once the heat of the moment has passed. Things like immediately folding Alex in half (and he knows Alex is limber enough) and pounding him through the mattress of his childhood bedroom.

“Such a fucking menace,” Henry growls out. “A demon sent to tempt me, aren’t you, love?”

Alex laughs, sounding almost delirious, before he breaks off into a moan when Henry rolls his hips, grinding in just a little bit more. Nevertheless, Alex manages to get a hold of his wits enough to reply, breathless, eyes twinkling with mirth.

“But mmm… you love it, don’t ahh… you?”

Then Alex tightens his grip on Henry’s shoulders abruptly, using Henry’s surprise to pull him down, closer. They both gasp at the shift in position but Alex doesn’t let go. If anything, he seems to clutch at Henry’s body with an even stronger grip.

“C’mon,” Alex pants out, recovering a little faster than Henry, “Debauch me, angel.”

Henry smiles then, sweet but with a hint of deviousness. If Alex thinks that’s going to make him pick up the pace, then he’s gotten it all wrong. For tonight at least.

He draws back, not very far, and Alex is already biting down on his lower lip with a dark flush colouring his cheeks, looking unfairly gorgeous and one would think Henry would be used to it by now, how Alex always seems to exceed his expectations. But he isn’t and Henry spares a moment to send up a quick prayer that this part of their relationship will never change, no matter how far into forever they’ve gone. Then, he comes back into the present, turning all his focus onto Alex as he slowly, carefully thrusts back in, watching the way Alex’s eyes flutter shut, a puff of air leaving his lips with the faintest of gasps following in its wake. He keeps at this languid pace for the next few thrusts to let Alex really get used to this, never pulling very far away from Alex and always, always observing each and every one of Alex’s reactions for any sign of discomfort.

It doesn’t take long for Alex to let out a whine, his eyes wide and pleading, and it seems like he’s holding back on speaking by the skin of his teeth, fighting the urge to verbally beg, or perhaps more accurately, demand for more. It seems like Alex has remembered what Henry had said about having his way with Alex on his terms. Such good behaviour deserves a reward, and Alex has been taking him so beautifully that it is about time Henry moved on to the next stage of his plan to thoroughly debauch one Alexander Claremont-Diaz.

When he next draws back, Henry pauses to shift his grip on Alex, changing the angle of his next inward push. He still keeps at the same slow pace and knows that he’s hit his intended mark when a strangled cry spills from Alex’s lips and Alex’s grip on his shoulders tightens to the point of pain, blunt nails digging into his skin.

“Haah—! Henry…! Oh fuck!”

“Mmm… that’s the idea, love,” Henry murmurs.

Then he very deliberately cuts off whatever clever riposte Alex might have made by swivelling his hips and grinding right up against Alex’s prostate. True enough, Alex’s lips part to let out a loud, gasping moan instead and he arches into Henry’s hips as if wordlessly trying to get more of Henry inside of him.

So Henry fucks Alex slow and sure, leaning down to capture Alex’s parted lips in a deep, searing kiss. Alex seems to melt into the sheets, letting Henry plunder his willing orifice as he clings to Henry, long limbs wrapping around whatever part of Henry he can. Henry feels like he’s riding a high as his hunger for Alex becomes unfettered at how pliant and welcoming Alex is beneath him. He devours Alex unrepentantly, for how can he not be greedy when he can taste Alex’s wanton moans straight from the very source? When he has the privilege of drinking Alex in like the sweetest nectar? When he’s allowed to indulge in all of Alex and every aspect of Alex is ambrosia from the gods?

He may have called Alex a demon sent to seduce him, but there is no doubt in Henry’s mind that Alex has been and will always be the most divine being that he has had the good fortune to taste, to hold, to love.

They only part for breath when it becomes absolutely necessary and even then, it’s with only the barest distance between their lips, neither of them willing to be apart from each other even though they’re as intimately entwined with each other as they can possibly be. Between them, Henry’s not the one who likes having his hair pulled, but he shivers nonetheless when one of Alex’s hands drifts up the back of his neck, long fingers twining into the locks of his hair to tug him down as if Alex thinks Henry’s been gone from their kiss for too long and that’s absolutely unacceptable. It warms him to experience Alex like this, needy and demanding but in a way that’s also soft and vulnerable, a side only for Henry to see.

It is all so, so good for him, the way Alex is snug and hot around his cock, the soft but distinctly wet sounds Alex’s hole makes as it gets thoroughly fucked that only drives their mutual arousal higher, the way Alex is undulating beneath him, having found a rhythm to meet Henry’s slow, even thrusts. But probably most intoxicating is the way he can feel Alex’s utmost trust in him, in letting himself be so open and vulnerable with Henry in every single possible way, letting Henry have the honour to be the first (and last) to have him this way.

He can tell that it’s also good for Alex too. Not just from the breathless moans and quiet mewls that spill like fine wine from his lips, but also from how Alex’s hole clenches around him, seemingly trying to draw him in, to make him stay in that tight, velvety warmth. But while a part of him likes knowing that he’s more or less rendered always-verbose Alex wordless, a contradictory part of him wants to hear Alex say just how much he likes this.

Henry breaks their kiss but he softens the blow by peppering plenty of butterfly kisses along Alex’s jawline, following it up to Alex’s ear. He worries at Alex’s ear with his teeth and Alex shudders, hole spasming around Henry’s cock.

“Does it feel good, love?” he murmurs, low and rough, right into Alex’s ear.

Alex whimpers, needy and overwhelmed, and it’s a sound Henry has never heard from him thus far in all their sexual encounters. It ignites his arousal in a way that’s extremely concerning to his self-control, but somehow, Henry prevails. Barely.

He feels more than he sees Alex’s frantic nod, but it’s not enough. Not nearly. He wants, he needs words.

“Use your words, darling,” he says with just a hint of authority in his tone. “Does it feel good?”

Alex shudders, a full-bodied tremble that makes him tighten up around Henry’s cock. “…hnngh… sí! Sí…! Ahh…”

There aren’t many Spanish words that Henry understands at this point, but this is actually one of them. Still, he feels a tendril of wickedness take ahold of him. He shifts so that he’s looking down at Alex properly, taking in the way Alex seems to be having trouble keeping his eyes open, the way his expression seems to have been thoroughly taken over by carnal bliss. Alex is utterly gorgeous, and that little nugget of deviousness grows because Henry wants to turn Alex into a beautiful, messy wreck.

“Hmmm… would you care to repeat that in English, love?” he asks in a deceptively congenial tone.

He sees Alex blink, hazy brown eyes trying their best to focus on Henry’s face amidst all the pleasurable distractions. He lets a tiny hint of a smirk grace his lips, Alex’s only warning before he gives a particularly sharp thrust right against his prostate, breaking the steady, regular rhythm he had been keeping to.

“I— Nngghhh!”

Alex’s eyes fall shut and it looks like all thought has been fucked out of his usually sharp mind. It makes Henry feel a thousand times more powerful than he’s ever felt in his life even though he’s an actual prince.

With an affected, put-upon sigh, Henry comes to an abrupt stop whilst buried deep inside of Alex, and Alex whines in wordless protest. Henry has to quickly readjust his grip on Alex’s hips so he can halt Alex’s attempts at trying to fuck himself onto Henry’s cock.

“Words, Alex,” he admonishes. “Or I stop.”

Alex stops moving at his tone, his eyes flying wide open to look beseechingly up at Henry. “It’s good! Fuck, baby… nnhh… Henry, it’s so good, please!”

“Mmm there’s a good boy. That wasn’t hard, was it?”

Alex whimpers again, a raw, desperate noise, body practically vibrating with tension. “Please, Henry…! Please!”

“Hush, love. You’ll get what you need.”

Then Henry is drawing back, oh so slowly, enjoying the way Alex’s hole clings to his length, his whole body beseeching Henry to stay. It’s a kind of torture in itself for him, to pull out of Alex’s warmly welcoming body, but Henry doesn’t really plan to go far - honestly, at this point, there isn’t anything that could make him part from Alex willingly. Alex doesn’t seem to realise that, however, because he’s started babbling, near-frantic pleas falling from his lips the more Henry withdraws and it definitely does wonderful things to Henry’s ego.

He only stops when just the crown of his cock is still enveloped by Alex’s hole, fluttering desperately around him as if trying to lure him back in. Beneath him, Alex looks wrecked even as he stays obediently still under Henry’s hands. Henry smooths a palm gently over Alex’s abdomen, as if calming a skittish colt.

“…pleasepleaseplease… nngh— need you, H… need you, please…!”

“Yes love, I can see that.”

Then, he snaps his hips forward, driving all the way back in in one hard, powerful, precisely angled thrust. 

Alex wails.

It’s a beautifully ruined note, a sound that lodges itself deep inside Henry’s psyche and he loves it, loves that he’s done that to Alex, and he wants more. So, he does it again and again and again, a torturously slow withdrawal, an interminably long pause to tease, before a harsh, forceful snap of his hips to make Alex sing for him. And every time, Alex only sounds more wrecked, looking like he’s coming apart at the seams in the best way possible, curls a wild mess against the pillow. It’s an utterly enchanting sight, the elegant curve of his neck as Alex tosses his head back, caught up in the tidal wave of unrelenting sensation, and Henry feels that long stretch of skin call out to him like the most devastating of sirens.

They’ve always had to be so, so careful whenever they met, making it look like an extension of their deep transatlantic friendship and nothing more. That meant that they’d always had to make sure they didn’t leave behind any marks of their steamier encounters – which was, in all honesty, almost every single one – that would result in awkward questions and unwanted speculation that they couldn’t afford to have. By mutual, unspoken agreement, they’d decided on leaving no marks at all, possibly just to avoid the temptation altogether even though Henry’s never asked and Alex has never said. After all, they both know very well what it’s like to live in the public eye, under oft times uncomfortably close media scrutiny. 

But now, practically the whole world knows about their relationship and this type of clandestine secrecy no longer matters.

Now, Henry wants to leave his mark on Alex and satisfy that intensely primal urge to visibly stake his claim.

Now, he can.

It’s with that thought in mind that Henry finds himself leaning down, nuzzling into the side of Alex’s neck to breathe in the unique scent that makes up Alex, heightened by the faint sheen of perspiration coating Alex’s skin from their exertions so far.

Alex squirms, a small breathless laugh escaping him. “…tickles…”

Henry hums noncommittally in response before he sets his teeth to the tantalising flesh just under Alex’s jaw. Alex’s laugh breaks off into a gasp and then segues into a moan as Henry grinds his hips in while worrying hungrily at Alex’s neck with lips and teeth. With the chocolate hue of Alex’s skin, Henry knows he’s got his work cut out for him if he wants his claim to be as plainly visible as his primitive hindbrain demands it to be. But in this endeavour, he is nothing but dedicated to his craft.

He feels more than he hears Alex’s breath hitching, feels the suddenly desperate undulation of Alex’s strong body beneath him. It almost seems as if Alex is trying to squirm away. But that doesn’t fit the other sensations he’s being gifted with, the sensation of Alex’s fingers digging into his back harder than before, all but clutching Henry to him as if to meld them together even more than they currently are.

Alex knows what he’s doing. More importantly, Alex likes it. Likes it so much that his arousal has just ratcheted up several notches into a state of beautiful, frantic desperation.

That knowledge ratchets Henry’s arousal up several notches as well. He reaches up with one hand, tangling his fingers into Alex’s curls and tugs, relishing in the raw, wounded noise that punches out of Alex at the action, which then turns into an undignified whine when Henry buries his face further into Alex’s neck, sucking harshly on the bruise he’s still working on diligently. He loses track of how long he stays there, alternating between sucking and licking at Alex’s skin with the occasional scrape of teeth for good measure. Henry swears Alex tastes like stardust, singular and unique, a flavour he’ll never tire of and will spend the rest of his life chasing for a taste. It’s even better to know, without a measure of doubt, that he’s also bringing Alex pleasure because he can feel every single one of Alex’s body’s uninhibited reactions through his entire being entwined as closely together as they are.

It takes a while more before Henry realises that Alex’s vocalisations aren’t purely that of beautifully overwhelmed sounds. 

“—Henry… nngh! Hen… ry… ahhh please…! Need… f-fuck— more!”

With some reluctance, Henry finally stops his insistent ministrations on that patch of skin under Alex’s jaw. He pulls back to survey his handiwork, smug satisfaction infusing him that he can already see the beginnings of a love bite forming, a promise that it will develop into something prominent and unmistakable. Then he takes in the rest of Alex, the way his gorgeous brown eyes are dilated and glazed over framed by those sinfully long, inky lashes, the way he appears to glow with life and light in this beautiful state of desperate, overwhelmed arousal. It’s in this moment that he fully registers that Alex has been working his hips back on to Henry’s cock as best as he can with his limited leverage when Henry had been a little too engrossed in working a hickey onto his neck to keep up the movement of his own hips.

It’s a mesmerising sight to see the way Alex’s hips move, all sinuous and sensual, erotic poetry in motion. It’s an even greater delight to still their movements and watch Alex whimper in agonised frustration but not fight him on it otherwise. Alex’s chest is heaving from exertion and arousal, and he can’t seem to stop a litany of soft, needy sounds from spilling from his lips, but he doesn’t stop Henry from lazily perusing his body. 

Alex really is so good for him.

“You, love, are perfection,” he says quietly, reverently.

Then, Henry slides a hand down Alex’s body before gently taking Alex’s thus far untouched, but absolutely dripping wet cock in hand. Alex’s reaction is immediate as his body twists, jerking instinctively into Henry’s hold, and a desperate cry leaves his lips. Henry chooses not to reprimand Alex this time and instead works his fist over Alex’s leaking cock as he resumes his languid thrusts.

Alex’s cries get louder at his combined ministrations and Henry knows that Alex is getting close even as he relishes at being the cause of how Alex is all but falling apart beneath him with pleasure. He’s honestly not far behind himself with the way Alex’s hole is constricting deliciously around his cock and also with just being able to witness Alex responding in such an unabashedly wanton manner to being on the receiving end of anal sex. It’s a privilege he’ll never take for granted. 

He looks down into Alex’s heavy-lidded eyes, the sweep of his lashes stunningly erotic when Alex’s gaze is unfocused from being drawn to the edge of climax. Alex’s lips are parted, beautiful noises falling from them and Henry cannot resist temptation, leaning down to suck and nibble on that plush lower lip. It’s wet and a little messy, Alex reciprocating sluggishly as if his reflexes have been hampered by the sheer amount of pleasure inundating his body as he teeters right on the precipice. Henry wants to see him fall, and then be right there to catch him when he does.

With that thought firmly in mind, Henry picks up the pace just a little, timing the strokes of his hand on Alex’s cock with the rhythm of his thrusts as best as he can. Alex keens beneath him at the change, his entire body caught in a rictus of rapture that Henry thinks he could dedicate entire soliloquies to, especially with the way Alex’s eyelashes fan out over his skin making his expression of unvarnished ecstasy artfully tempered with a hint of vulnerable delicateness. The spellbinding picture Alex presents sets Henry alight with even more desire and ardour than he thought he could hold, and he is once again a willing thrall to his love.

“Henry, please…”

Alex’s voice is hoarse, words fighting to be coherent through gasps and moans, and he looks like it’s taking a serious amount of willpower for him to focus his eyes on Henry’s. But when he does, Henry feels his breath catch at the sheer amount of love behind the glaze of heated pleasure, the spark of wonder in Alex’s warm brown orbs as if Alex can scarcely believe that Henry is here and that this, them making love in a brand-new way, is truly happening.

“Yes, love?”

“Kiss me?”

Henry feels a terribly besotted smile curl his lips even as he hastens to comply, no thoughts given at all to even pretend to tease Alex over this request. Alex hums in delight at the touch of their lips and he melts in sweet surrender as Henry gently licks against the seam of Alex’s lips to coax them apart. Not that much coaxing is really needed, and their tongues are soon sliding against each other in a familiar, intimate tango.

Henry can feel himself swiftly heading towards the edge too, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get Alex there and over it first. With great reluctance he pulls back from their kiss, silencing any protest Alex might have made by swivelling his hips just so and teasing the crown of Alex’s cock with his thumb at the same time. Alex moans, long and desperate, and his flushed, already wet cock lets out another obscene stream of pre-come that cascades over Henry’s fingers. Henry would’ve very much liked to lick that up from his fingers if he weren’t so focused on pleasuring Alex from all angles.

“That’s it, love,” he murmurs, low and warm, and so endlessly in love. “Come for me.”

And Alex does. His mouth falls open in a cry of rapture, his body going taut with beautiful tension, and then creamy fluid begins to spill from his cock, painting lewd white stripes over the canvas of his tanned abs.

Sinful, gorgeous, and all Henry’s.

Henry takes in the sight of Alex coming undone with rapt attention even as he has to bite down hard on his own lip so he doesn’t give into orgasm from the way Alex’s hole seems to be milking his cock. He wants to, needs to, engrave this breathtaking visage that is Alex lost in the throes of passion deep into his memories until it’s indelible and will never succumb to the ravages of time. He keeps up his short thrusts into Alex, aiming for his prostate while working his hand over Alex’s cock to prolong Alex’s orgasm for all his worth, needing Alex to feel as good as Henry can give him for as long as it lasts. Only when Alex begins to tremble beneath him, when the rhapsody of incoherent moans Alex makes start to edge into the beginnings of overstimulation, when Alex’s cock is finally going soft in his grip does Henry carefully cease his ministrations.

He holds Alex tenderly in the aftermath, planting whisper-soft kisses to his forehead and cheeks, murmuring heartfelt praise to ground him while Alex finds his way back up from what looks to be a very intense orgasm. Henry’s still achingly hard, still buried deep inside Alex, but for now, that’s secondary. It’s a pleasure and privilege to be able to take care of Alex like this, to be his anchor when so often in other aspects of their lives, it feels like it’s always been Alex being his. He can’t help but smile, possibly with an utterly maudlin expression on his face, when Alex finally seems to focus on him.

“Henry…”

“Back with me, love?”

Alex nods, eyes still half-lidded but a slightly loopy, satisfied smile is curling his lips from all the endorphins coursing through him. “Yeah… that was…”

“Good?”

“Fucking mind-blowing. Nngh… we gotta do this more often.”

Alex shifts then, unintentionally perhaps, but it brings about a wash of friction on Henry’s cock and suddenly, heat and arousal flare up bright and unforgiving from its previously banked state. He makes a choked off noise and Alex goes still, blinking rapidly for a moment and some of the post-orgasmic haze clears from his intelligent brown eyes.

“Baby, you haven’t…?”

“I’m fine,” Henry says, a little too shakily to give credence to his words. Honestly, he has no idea how he actually managed to stave off orgasm. “You must be sensitive now.”

Alex’s expression changes into one that Henry recognises as an immovable stubbornness that no amount of reasoning will get through. Nonetheless, he has to try. But Alex beats him to the punch by underhandedly clenching down around his cock and that rips a tortured moan out from deep within his chest as well as an aborted thrust of his hips. Henry doesn’t fail to notice that Alex flinches a little, body definitely feeling it after that intense orgasm.

“C’mon, baby,” Alex coaxes, voice sensuous and the textbook definition of sweet, sinful temptation despite the discomfort he must be feeling. “Come inside me. I want the full experience, sweetheart.”

Henry hangs on to rationality by a fraying thread because Alex wanting it, wanting anything really, will be and has always been his sweetest downfall. “You’re too sensitive, darling. I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Alex’s alluring, seductive expression melts into one that’s full of love, which in some ways, is even more fatal for Henry. “You won’t, Henry. I… Just go slow? I want to feel you. Please?”

And Henry feels the last of his resolve vanish with pathetic swiftness into the aether. “Christ, you’re fucking perfect, love.”

Then, he swoops down to kiss Alex, smothering the helpless whine Alex makes at his praise. Henry gives Alex a thorough ravishing with his lips because he needs Alex to feel so, so loved, to show him how much Henry loves him and always will. Then carefully, he starts to move at a relaxed tempo, letting their kiss continue so he won’t be tempted to pound into Alex and chase his orgasm no matter how much a part of him wants to.

It somehow feels even better like this, even though Henry is right up at the precipice himself and doesn’t think he’ll last long at all. Alex is soft and warm and still deliciously snug around his cock, but now his hands are roaming over Henry’s body, warm, large palms smoothing up and over his flanks and then down to the rise of his rump, unsubtly urging him on. He can feel the slight involuntary twitches of Alex’s body, clearly more than a little sensitive with overstimulation no matter what Alex had said, but Alex remains welcoming, wanting Henry to take his pleasure in his body.

Then, Alex breaks their kiss, looking up at him through his lashes. “Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

And just like Alex had done, Henry comes with a near-breathless sound of joy at Alex’s command, knowing with all certainty that Alex has him. Just like he has Alex. He thinks he hears Alex let out a quietly surprised exclamation, but by then his vision and his mind are both whiting out and he’s falling, falling, falling into a deep well of pleasure, letting it carry him blissfully away.

When Henry comes back to himself, he finds that he’s lying on top of Alex and Alex has his arms around him, one hand carding through his hair. It’s nice, very nice, but he has no idea how long he’s been crushing Alex with his weight and so he starts to move. That’s swiftly put to a stop, however, by Alex tightening his grip and making a noise of discontent.

“Darling, at least let me get off of you? I won’t go far.”

“Nope, don’t wanna. I like feeling you like this,” Alex says. “On top of me, and… inside me.”

There’s a slightly bashful expression on Alex’s face as he says the last part, and Henry is now very much aware of how he’s going soft while still inside of Alex. On top of that, he’s also hyper aware of the slick, sticky mess he’s left inside of Alex and he likes that. If he’s reading this right, and Henry’s a 100% certain that he is, Alex likes it too.

He smirks down at Alex and teases, “Enjoyed being debauched, did you, love?”

“Mmhmm, I did. Think I saw literal stars, and then found a brand-new religion right at the end there,” Alex says cheekily before his expression softens as he leans up to give Henry a peck on the nose. “You.”

Henry can feel a blush overtake his cheeks near instantly at Alex’s unexpectedly maudlin confession. It still amazes Henry how Alex can say things that would normally sound like the most ludicrous hyperbole but make it end in unexpected sweetness that makes Henry feel all sorts of tender emotions well up in him until he’s full to bursting with love.

“…you’re ridiculous. I’m certainly no god.” 

If anything, it is Alex who deserves that title and whom Henry wants to continue to worship and cherish for the rest of his life.

“Hmm… gonna respectfully disagree with you on that one, sweetheart.”

Henry huffs, knowing that this is one argument he won’t win but also not feeling particularly like he wants to inflate Alex’s ego further by telling him his true thoughts on the matter. So agreeing to disagree is the best way to go.

“I know that sound. You still don’t agree with me, do you?”

“Let’s agree to disagree, shall we, love?”

“Nuh uh, not unless I get some recompense.”

“Recompense? Such a big word, darling, but what do you have in mind?” Henry teases.

Alex smirks up at him. “Well, don’t you think it’s unfair to me that you got to mark my neck up but yours is unblemished?”

Henry’s breath catches in his throat, and he understands just why Alex had liked the idea of bearing a physical mark of Henry’s so much earlier. Wordlessly, he cants his head to the side, giving Alex room to work with.

He’s rewarded by a sharp intake of breath, then Alex is nuzzling into his neck, his wild curls tickling Henry’s skin.

“Fuck, baby, how do you smell so good?” Alex asks, breath ghosting deliciously warm against Henry’s skin. “I could eat you up.”

“Please do.” And it cannot legally be his fault at all that his voice shakes from anticipation. 

Then a whine rips out of Henry’s throat as Alex proceeds to bite into the juncture where his neck and shoulder meets as pain and pleasure entwine to send a shockwave through his nerves. He squirms as Alex works over the bite, sucking and licking with fervour, and he completely understands why Alex had been so desperate with lust when he’d been the one marking him up. Henry groans when one of Alex’s hands come up to fist into his hair, using that grip to tilt his head even more to the side so Alex has room to kiss his way up Henry’s neck before teeth sink into another patch of skin, making him keen as stars dance across his vision and tingles shoot down his spine.

“Christ, Alex…! That’s… ah…”

Alex kisses the newest bite before pulling back to say, smugness evident in his voice, “Gotta mark you up good, baby. Make sure all those queer, male royals and aristocrats know you’re definitely off the market before they think they can throw themselves instead of their sisters at you instead.”

It startles a laugh out of Henry and he can’t help but tease Alex back. “Darling, who do you think the other rich, famous boys I’ve shagged were?”

To be fair, he isn’t quite joking despite the teasing tone of his voice. There have always been queer people amongst royalty and aristocracy, no matter how others try to deny it. And intimacy, even if it wasn’t love, always found a way for those who desperately wanted to feel something.

Alex huffs and pouts up at him. “Well, they don’t get to have you now.”

“Love, none of them have ever had my heart. That’s all just for you.”

There is no hyperbole in that. It is an utterly factual statement then, now, and forever. Alex is the Sun to his Earth, the other half of his soul that he’s found and has finally gotten to keep after all the storms they’ve weathered.

Alex blushes, seemingly momentarily lost for words, and Henry gives him a fond kiss on the tip of his nose because it’s really too adorable how Alex can declare wholeheartedly how much he loves Henry but still get flustered when Henry does the same. Such a delightfully contradictory dichotomy and one Henry will gladly spend the rest of their lives exploring until he knows Alex inside out.

Then, before Alex can do or say something to derail things further, Henry gives him one last peck on the lips before starting to draw away and out of Alex. No matter the unhappy whine Alex makes that tugs at Henry’s resolve. He knows it will start getting very uncomfortable for the both of them if they don’t begin to clean up soon.

Alex lets him loose very, very reluctantly, pouting up at him all the way. But unfortunately for Henry, it turns out that Alex had been extremely correct in guessing that Henry would be very interested in seeing the mess he’d made of Alex.

His menace of a boyfriend has kept his legs splayed indecently wide and with the way Alex’s hips are still propped up by the pillow, it gives Henry a good view of Alex’s well-fucked hole, glistening with lube and come. From the smirk tugging Alex’s lips up, he absolutely knows what he looks like and is revelling in what it’s doing to Henry. Then, Alex has the gall to reach down with his hand, letting the tips of his fore and middle finger rub over the loosened ring of his rim, gathering up some of the mess of lube and come along the way, moaning quietly at the slight oversensitivity he must still be feeling.

“Alex…” Henry pleads, begging for some sort of reprieve because if Alex keeps this up, he’s either going to expire or do extremely imprudent things to Alex’s ass after it’s just been freshly fucked for the first time.

Alex, as Henry should’ve expected, shows him no mercy. He brings his fingers up, inspecting them almost curiously for a moment before he looks Henry dead in the eyes as he curls his tongue around his fingers, licking up the filthy mix of Henry’s come and lube.

Henry is certain he has indeed passed the pearly gates into some sort of gay, sex heaven. There can’t be any other explanation of why Alex is doing things that seem to come straight out of Henry’s wildest, filthiest fantasies when Henry didn’t even know he was that into this – this being Alex eating Henry’s come that’s coating his gaping, fucked loose hole – in the first place. But he can concede that all it boils down to is that he is, perhaps, just hopelessly into Alex. As always.

“Love, please,” Henry croaks out, not entirely sure if he’s begging for a reprieve or for Alex to give him explicit permission to continue doing filthy things to that delicious derrière beyond what’s probably wise if Alex wants to be able to walk, or just sit properly the next day.

Alex grins, clearly pleased with himself, as he beckons Henry closer with what he’d call “grabby hands”. Despite everything, Henry goes to him immediately, a moth to his flame. Alex wraps strong arms around him as Henry tucks his face into Alex’s neck.

“Thank you for sharing this with me.”

It’s soft, sincere, and warms Henry up more thoroughly than a good cup of freshly steeped Earl Grey.

He props himself up to look at Alex. “Oh darling, I should be the one thanking you for trusting me with this.”

“I never had any doubts you’d make it wonderful for me, and you, baby, blew it out of the park.”

“I’m glad to have exceeded your expectations,” he says with a bashful laugh, even though it’s quite absurd to be suddenly feeling just a tad bit shy of his performance now. But it does remind him that he plans to take care of Alex from start to finish.

And they aren’t quite at the end yet. “Now, love, let me take care of you after as well, hmm?”

“Well, if you insist.”

“I absolutely do.”

Much later, after Henry had coaxed Alex into the shower with him (where he’d inadvertently tested the integrity of Alex’s knees when he volunteered to help wash Alex’s hair because he did promise to take care of Alex), after they’d decided by mutual, silent agreement to leave their clothes off, and after he’d changed the sheets on Alex’s bed (with Alex teasing him about whether this was the first time he’d done such manual labour), they curl back up on the very same bed. Henry’s head is pillowed on Alex’s bare chest and Alex’s arms are wrapped tightly around him. There isn’t any space between them at all and it’s not just because the bed really isn’t made for having two grown men of their stature to lie side-by-side in without them being practically on top of each other.

It’s peacefully quiet now, the silence of the calm night prevailing comfortably. Henry has almost been lulled into sleep by the steady beat of Alex’s heart beneath his ear when Alex speaks.

“Y’know, looking back, I can’t believe you were so stiff dancing at my New Year’s party, H. Like, I have more than enough proof now that you definitely know how to move those hips.” 

Henry can hear the laughter in Alex’s voice and although he is loath to move from his comfy spot tucked securely into Alex’s side, he absolutely cannot let this stand. In a very mature and dignified move, he sits up and grabs one of the pillows on the bed and smothers Alex’s laughing face with it.

If a forever with Alex that’s just like this is what’s going to be in the cards for him, Henry thinks as Alex sputters and seizes his own pillow, then he has absolutely no complaints.

None at all.