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The door slammed shut loud enough for Henry to hear it in his office on the second floor of the Brownstone. He peered out the window and sure enough, Alex’s Secret Service cars were parked in the street below. Henry leaned back in his seat with a heavy sigh. He already knew Alex was having a rough week, but he was only able to put together so much over the disgruntled texts and half-garbled voicemails, victim to the terrible service from the buildings Alex’s lectures were in. It pained him to know his love suffered so much over the past week.
Henry quickly finished signing off on a few forms for a new shelter he was opening with Pez and set his paperwork aside. He pushed his chair back, standing as his stomach grumbled. It wasn’t food he was hungry for. Henry was a man on a mission, and he would see it completed as a success. “Hi sweetheart,” Henry said, making his presence known. Alex jumped in surprise, letting out a yelp when his head hit the roof of their stainless-steel refrigerator.
“Why isn’t dinner ready?” Alex asked, nose buried in the half-opened fridge.
“Because you said you wanted to pull an all-nighter at the library,” Henry replied, caught off guard by his hostile tone. Henry paused in the kitchen entryway, trying to decipher how the night was going to go. He tried for a joke – “I’m not an American housewife from the 1950’s.”
“Rude. And anti-feminist.”
Henry snorted and crossed the distance between them, lost to the fluttering sensation in his heart. “I hardly think you’re an expert on feminism.” He rested his hip against the counter as he watched Alex root through their minimal food options.
Usually, Alex would banter back with him, falling into their usual pattern of egging each other on. Instead, Alex just huffed and continued looking in the fridge. “There’s nothing in here,” Alex said, tone accusatory. Henry bristled as he tried to identify the reason behind Alex’s hostility.
“I was going to order in,” Henry admitted. He watched appreciatively, Alex’s hips swaying back and forth. The fabric from his trousers was pulled taught against his ass. He walked forward and rested his hands on Alex’s hips, folding over him. “We could get food from the Thai place you like.”
It was an olive branch. Henry hated Thai, it was always too spicy for him, but Alex loved it. To his dismay, Alex pulled out of his arms and walked to the other side of the kitchen. He was tense, and distracted. Henry was a fool to believe Alex was as fine as he let on throughout the week. He’d usually catch on, but Pez’s charity and the shelters kept him constantly busy. They hardly saw each other, and Alex slipped to the back of Henry’s mind.
He had a lot of making up to do.
Henry pushed off the edge of the table and walked over to Alex, reaching for his hand. Alex allowed Henry’s right hand to interlock with his own. He allowed Henry’s left hand to settle in the dip of his chest, still dressed in the get-up he had to wear for class. Henry always thought Alex looked handsome in a dress shirt and proper slacks “Sweetheart,” Henry said softly. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
A frown etched across Alex’s face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine.” The waver was what gave him away. The waver breaking through his brave face, the flash in Alex’s eyes. The way Alex carried himself, slumped, almost weak-willed. The poor boy was exhausted.
“I know I was occupied a lot this week,” Henry said apologetically. The hand on Alex’s waist cupped his cheek, gently tracing the length of his jaw. “But I know you, Alex. Fine means something different when it comes from you.”
Henry’s thumb cradled Alex’s lip as it quivered, emotions overwhelming him. Henry’s other hand rested on Alex’s bicep, squeezing it gently. “Color?” Henry asked, cupping Alex’s cheek with his freehand and kissing him gently on the lips. Alex exhaled and his body slumped forward, as if all the stress in the world left his body the second Henry stepped forward.
“I don’t know,” Alex said, eyes flickering as he stared at Henry. “Green?” He tried, as if Henry wouldn’t be able to see through his facade. Henry raised an eyebrow at him, silently daring him to keep lying. “Yellowish-red,” Alex changed his answer. Henry released Alex, giving him time to collect his thoughts.
“That’s not a color love,” Henry scolded lightly, not that particularly cared. Yellowish-red was enough for Henry to better understand how horrible Alex was feeling. His heart ached, knowing he was a part of the problem, so he intended to be the solution. “Can I touch you?” Henry asked, waiting for Alex’s small nod in response. He cupped Alex’s cheek, tipping his face up ever so slightly. His thumb brushed along the tears falling from the corners of Alex’s eyes.
“I just –” Alex tried taking a deep breath. “This week was so long, everything kept - kept falling out of my grasp.” He inhaled shakily, hands resting at the small of Henry’s back. “I couldn’t focus during class. We had a pop quiz today and I’m sure I funked it. One of the girls who happens to be in all my classes kept flirting with me even though she knows I’m yours. My professor kept calling me out because he’s a homophobic asshole who – who kept shitting on Mom and everyone and –” Alex’s mouth continued moving, babbling endlessly about his horribly rotten day, but it faded into background noise. Henry’s head replayed I’m yours like a broken record.
A deep, primal emotion rushed through his veins as he processed the fact someone tried to flirt with Alex. His Alex. Henry’s fingers curled in Alex’s hair, pulling at the roots as he pressed their lips together, stifling Alex’s tumbling words in one fell swoop. “Deep breath,” Henry murmured, a reminder for both himself and his boyfriend. Alex shuddered at the drop in his voice, the slip into Dom Voice, possessive and strong.
Alex followed the order almost immediately. Henry guided him into stable, deep breaths until they could manage breathing on their own. “Good boy,” Henry said, his hand fell from Alex’s hair to the collar of his shirt. His eyes fell to the tie resting on Alex’s chest. “You look breathtakingly gorgeous in my tie,” Henry murmured, fingers gliding along the silk. He’d been looking for it all week, only to find it wrapped around his boyfriend’s neck. Henry growled, the noise possessive as he nipped at Alex’s bottom lip.
“Th – thank you Sir,” Alex said. He sounded so tired, so incredibly small. Henry’s heart ached as Alex shuddered under the heat of his skin. “I wanted to - to feel -” Henry stepped so close their chests pressed against each other, Alex sandwiched between him and the counter. Henry’s hand carded through Alex’s hair. The touches were as tender as the expression on his face.
“You wanted to feel like what Sweetheart?” Henry asked, accent thick, concern flickering in his eyes. He watched Alex carefully, gauging his reactions as his fingers gently glided along the fabric of his shirt, brushing along the iron-pressed collar. Alex’s breathing hitched when he brushed along his neck. Alex cheeks filled with a deep hue of red Henry wanted to see speckled across his ass.
“Like you owned me. ”
Henry paused, considering their options, then settled on the only one that made sense. It wasn’t often he dommed, but when it was clear Alex needed to be recalibrated, refocused. Alex needed to be cared for. Henry was more than happy to step in. When he spoke, he did so slowly, neutrally, allowing Alex time to properly process what he was propositioning. Henry’s eyes met Alex’s, and a smile curled at the corners of his lips.
“I’m going to take your tie and belt off for you,” Henry began, gauging Alex’s reaction carefully. “Then we’re going to go upstairs. When we get there, you’re going to drop to your knees for me.” Alex inhaled sharply, biting his bottom lip when Henry gently tugged his hair. Henry pressed another kiss to Alex’s lips, freehand resting on his waist.
“It’s okay,” Alex panted, breaking their kisses only to breathe. He shook his head as if he wasn’t one of Henry’s favorite books to read. “It’s alright. You were busy. I didn’t want to freak you out over nothing.” Alex’s eyes dropped to the ground; his fingers picked at the hem of Henry’s shirt.
“Alex, darling, I love you dearly. I hardly think this is nothing.” Henry pressed soft, perfectly chaste kisses against Alex’s lips. “You’ve run yourself completely knackered over the course of a week,” Henry kissed him again, tongues swirled around each other. “I should’ve noticed sooner.” He kissed Alex again, and again, feeling Alex’s body slowly relax into his chest. His foolishly stubborn silly boy. “I can tell your head is spinning around itself. Please, let me take care of you.” Alex whimpered at the intensity of Henry’s kisses. Alex shook his head, but his determination was quickly slipping out of his grasp.
“ Hen – ”
“– besides,” a gleam flashed in Henry’s eyes as he interrupted Alex’s protest. “I’m not done yet.” He reached down to interlock their fingers together. Alex swallowed thickly, but didn’t look away from him, transfixed. “Once you’re on your knees, I’m going to remind you who you belong to, and why it’s me who you belong to.” Henry paused, watching Alex carefully. The flicker in Alex’s eyes told him all he needed to know. “And then, I’m going to tear you apart until all that’s left of you is the sweet, silly boy I know you’re itching to become.”
It was time for Alex Claremont-Diaz to come undone. No one knew how to do it better than the Prince of England’s Hearts did.
“ Green ,” Alex breathed before Henry could even ask. His eyes glassed over as he looked back at Henry, bottom lip quivering. Alex kissed Henry, wet and tear-filled, but it made Henry’s heart flutter. Henry let his hands fall to Alex’s waist, holding him in place. “Fuck – that sounds –” Alex inhaled deeply, nodding frantically as he peppered Henry with eager kisses. Henry raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if Alex remembered his manners. “Yes please ,” almost a whine. Henry hummed, the sound a low timbre deep in his chest.
“Good boy,” Henry praised, letting the feeling wash over as his thumb and forefinger slipped through the knot pulled to Alex’s neck. “Let me watch over you,” Henry kissed Alex a few more times, letting him get dizzy with it. “Let me care for you dear. You’ve been far too stressed lately. I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner.” Henry’s tongue slid along Alex’s lips, splitting them open so his love could suck against his tongue.
As promised, once the tie was loose around Alex’s neck Henry pulled it free. He stuck it in his back pocket, then pulled on the buckle on Alex’s belt. As his hands worked, Henry managed to pull Alex up the stairs, stumbling to their bedroom. By the time Alex’s back thudded against their bedroom door, Henry was rampant with a desire running rampant through his body, belt wrapped around his wrist. His desire washed over every ounce of his mind, taking over his sense of logic. He grabbed the doorknob and let Alex fall back into their bedroom.
Mine.
Alex's hands reached out, grabbing at the chest of Henry’s shirt, pulling at it frantically to catch his balance. “Off,” was the first thing Alex said since their journey upstairs. As eager and needy to please as always, Henry’s heart filled with warmth as he allowed Alex to pull him towards the bed. “Off,” Alex repeated, growing impatient. “I want you naked,” Alex demanded, nearly pleading. He’ll get there if Henry played his cards right.
“Eager,” Henry said, smirk on his face. He was caught off guard when Alex’s hand groped the cock tenting in his pants. Henry groaned when Alex squeezed his cock, panting into Alex’s mouth as Alex devoured his tongue. Henry grabbed Alex’s hands, pulling them behind his back despite the sheer disappointment in the whine that left the sub’s mouth. “You don’t get to touch,” Henry said, watching Alex’s eyes flutter as his grip tightened around his waist. “Not yet . I’m going to fuck you in all your favorite places. And you’re not allowed to do any work for it.” Henry held Alex in place, not budging his grip as he kissed him.
“Where the hell have you been all this time?” Alex asked, breathing shallowly as his head caught up to everything happening.
“I’ve been here sweetheart,” Henry said. He let the silk tie run along Alex’s wrists, twisting it about while he continued devouring every noise that came out of Alex’s mouth. “I’ve been in your arms, where I belong.” Henry pressed a deep kiss against Alex’s lips, getting his attention back from the daze he disappeared into.
“Baby, baby please,” Alex panted, desire dripping in his voice. “Touch me, please touch me. Fuck me. Something.” He grabbed at Henry, clutching his shirt, curling the fabric in his fingers. They were so close Henry could feel the tent peaking in Alex’s trousers. Henry smiled against Alex’s lips, tracing them with the tip of his tongue.
“I’m going to tie your wrists together,” Henry said, pulling Alex closer, and let the heat of Alex’s skin reflect off his own body. Henry’s teeth nipped at Alex’s earlobe, listening to his pretty whimpers and pleas. “Then,” Henry’s voice lowered. “I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he dropped into an octave that set Alex’s body on fire. “When I cum,” Henry’s palm rested on Alex’s cheek as he kissed him deeply, “it will be so deep down your throat I’ll be able to see it bulge.” Alex gasped, panting softly when Henry finally let up on kissing him.
“Yeah, that’s – please,” Alex said, giving him the okay. “ Fuck , I love you so much baby. Please, please I - use me. I need you so badly Hen, please .” Henry transferred Alex’s wrists to one of his hands. He held him fast, not giving him room to wiggle. Alex’s needy breathing filled Henry’s hair as his tongue curled around his ear.
“I love you too,” Henry echoed effortlessly. He nipped at Alex’s earlobe, pulling whimper after whimper out of Alex. “I love you so much, darling. You’re going to be alright; I promise.” Using his right hand, he reached for his back pocket for the tie and nipped at Alex’s bottom lip teasingly. He watched the flicker in Alex’s eyes, the realization, the promise. Alex’s body started to give, melting against Henry’s touch. It wasn’t as much as he wanted, but they had all the time in the world. “ Kneel ,” Henry said, channeling every ounce of royal authority running through his veins.
Alex’s knees hit the ground with a thud, hands tied behind his back. Henry winced, distantly wondering if he should’ve gotten Alex a cushion, then he remembered Alex telling him something about liking pain. His fingers pulled roughly at Alex’s hair. Alex stared up at Henry with his sinfully gorgeous eyes. “Please Sir, let me taste your cock.”
Who was Henry to deny Alex what he wanted? Especially when he asked with such good manners. Henry luckily, was wearing joggers. He didn’t have to worry about the foreplay of belt removal. One of his hands found purchase in Alex’s hair while the other reached for his cock, pushing his joggers below his ass.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” the praise easily slipped out of Henry’s mouth. Alex’s eyelashes fluttered at him, and heat pooled in the bottom of his stomach. Henry’s hand tightened in Alex’s hair; Alex let out a moan in response. “Be a good boy,” Henry said. “ Behave ,” half-warning. He already sounded breathless himself, dazed by the pheromones tightening his balls as he stroked himself a few times. Alex nodded as he licked his lips and swallowed thickly. He wrapped his arms around Henry’s thighs.
Henry pulled Alex’s face closer by the hair, holding his cock for him. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was hard not to be aroused by the sight of Alex Claremont-Diaz on his knees. “Fuck sweetheart,” Henry gasped, feeling Alex’s lips wrap around the tip of his cock, sucking. Henry’s hips thrusted forward instinctively, shoving an inch deeper without warning.
Alex didn’t choke or make any moves to stop so Henry kept going. He thrusted his hips, forward and back in long, deep passes. Each time he felt Alex’s throat relax around his cock more. Alex’s cheeks hollowed out, his tongue curled around the bottom of his cock, swirling along the thick underside. Alex made sure to breathe through his nose, long deep breaths so Henry knew he wasn’t in trouble.
“Such a good little boy, aren’t you?” Henry asked, voice dripping in a deep haze of control and warmth. “You take my cock so good Darling. Bloody hell I love using your throat like this, my dirty little slut.” Words left Henry’s mouth faster than he could think of them. Alex’s eyes stared at him, cheeks red and cheeks blown open, stuffed with the cock he loved.
Henry fucked him until Alex’s nose pressed against Henry’s balls and the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat. Henry was unable to hold back a groan, pressing Alex’s face into his hips, into his thighs. He rolled his hips a few times, feeling Alex’s throat, warm and slick, bulging slightly. Alex’s lips were red and glistening with spit, drool dripped down his chin.
Mine .
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” Henry asked, pulling tight at Alex’s hair, feeling him groan around his cock. “You belong with me. On your knees like this, with your throat stuffed with my cock. Look at you,” Henry murmured. His breathing was strained, cock hardening quickly in Alex’s mouth. “So good for me. So good – fuck,” Henry gasped when Alex’s lips tightened around the base of his cock, sucking him hard. “Alex, Alex I’m close.” His warning only seemed to spur his boyfriend on. Even though his hand fell out of Alex’s hair, Alex doubled down, enthusiastically milking Henry’s cock with the back of his throat until - “ oh bloody hell !” Henry shouted, hips snapping against Alex’s mouth.
His cum shot down Alex’s throat, filling his mouth.
When he finally pulled out, Alex swallowed everything, licking his lips clean. Alex leaned forward, shifting to get closer. Henry blinked, drugged by the pleasure simmering under his skin. Alex gently licked at Henry’s softened cock, curling his tongue around it. Henry’s hand found Alex’s hair again and he pulled at it, tugging Alex to his feet. “I can go again,” Alex slumped into Henry, breathing just as heavily as the prince, letting Henry wrap his arms around him. “W’as next?” Alex asked, voice slurred.
“Bed,” Henry said, planting open-mouthed kisses up Alex’s neck. “And your clothes are coming off,” Henry added. “I want a show,” Henry planted one last kiss on Alex’s lips, watching as color spread down his boyfriend’s neck. Alex let out a soft cheer as Henry reached behind him to pull the tie away, letting his wrists go free.
“Let me,” Alex said, ever soft and eager to please. “Please baby I need to just…” Alex breathed heavily, pressing kisses on Henry’s mouth, walking him back to the bed. “Sit there,” Alex said, swooping down to kiss Henry deeply.
Warmth pooled in Henry’s stomach as Alex straddled his lap. His hands roamed his chest in long, sensual movements. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, eyelashes fluttering as his eyes went all sultry. Ever a tease, even in a state like this. Alex loved showing off to Henry. Henry adored watching Alex be all confident and sexy. Henry could feel Alex’s hard on against his thigh when he stood up. I want a show. Alex swayed his hips to the beat of his own music, rolling his chest while he popped the final few buttons. Henry inhaled sharply – Alex apparently opted out of putting on an undershirt before he left for the morning.
Bare skin flashed as Alex flicked the sides of his shirt back. Henry licked his lips, watching as Alex moved his hips in a circle, unbuttoning his pants with a grateful sigh. Alex dropped to the ground in a move Pez once called a ‘booty drop’, with one hand raised in the air as the other pushed his trousers to the ground. Henry reached down and squeezed the base of his cock, stroking it slowly. When he stood up, Alex continued dancing, but he quickly got distracted by the hard on hidden inside his briefs. “Hey, eyes on me,” Henry said, noticing Alex’s attention drifting.
“Enjoy the show baby?” Alex asked, hands swirling along his shoulders as they drew towards the ceiling. Alex rolled his body, nipples hard against his chest and Henry nearly moaned. Alex’s body was art, exposed raw for only Henry’s eyes to see. A canvas only Henry could mark up, bruise with his teeth marks and fingerprints from holding on just a little bit too tight.
Henry hummed thoughtfully, “Very much,” he reached for Alex, beckoning him closer. “Come here, sweetheart.” Alex bit his bottom lip and sauntered forward, straddling Henry’s lap again. The weight of his boyfriend’s body against his would always take Henry’s breath away. “You look beautiful,” Henry said, breath ghosting against Alex’s lips. Henry’s hands rested on Alex’s waist, thumbs slipping just underneath his waistband. Alex leaned forward and moaned; a whorish sound etched into Henry’s mind forever. He rolled them over onto the bed, Alex lying with his face pressed into the pillow as Henry moved slowly, not in any rush. He never was when he was with Alex.
Henry started at the spot just between Alex’s shoulder blades, bruised art peppering along Alex’s back. “ Fuck ,” Alex moaned, loud enough for Henry to hear though it was muffled by the pillow. “That’s so good – fuck, yeah. Do more of that,” Alex said. His eager, needy pants filled the air as Henry continued gliding his tongue along Alex’s back. Henry grinned to himself, body pressed against Alex’s, wholly covering every inch of his boyfriend he could. He felt Alex’s muscles slowly relax as he peeled his stress away with his teeth.
Time always seemed to… slow for them, letting them have moments of pleasure amidst their chaotic lives. Henry quickly lost track of it, unsure of how long had passed. It was long enough for Alex to grow impatient, rutting against the mattress like a bitch in heat. “Fuck – Hen I’m so hard,” Alex whined, impatience growing. “Please just touch me, anything. I need to feel you.” He hovered just above Alex, tracing his lips with the tip of his tongue.
“I have a game,” Henry said. He continued teasing Alex’s mouth, swallowing all the delicious noises as his thigh slotted between Alex’s legs, pressing against his cock. “It’s fun, I promise you’ll like it.”
“What kind of game?” Alex asked, almost in shambles. Henry pressed his face into the nape of Alex’s neck, kissing a particular spot that would send pleasure straight to Alex’s cock. Alex moaned, thrusting his ass in the air, grinding in lazy circles against Henry’s cock. He had an inkling of what Alex would want to do; one isn’t partners for years with your soulmate without learning what they like. Besides, Henry had to have his fun too. He enjoyed playing games sometimes. The games they played in bed were particularly fun. Henry grabbed Alex’s arms and rolled him over, so they were facing each other.
“Would you rather,” Henry said, swallowing Alex’s laugh with his tongue. He could still taste himself as he groaned into Alex’s mouth. “Have me fuck your thighs first, like the dirty little whore you are, or have me fuck both of our cocks at the same time with my hand?” Henry asked. Sometimes, he wondered if Alex was an angel who fell from heaven. Alex’s eyes dilated and he whimpered, a tiny, needy sound that went straight to Henry’s cock. Alex bit his bottom lip, eyes doused with the same craving Henry felt.
“Baby ,” Alex moaned, spreading his legs wider. “Fuck I - I can’t,” Alex let out a frustrated noise and shook his head. “Don’t know. I don’t know Sir,” Alex panted when Henry’s hand wrapped around his cock. Alex’s skin was flushed with a brilliant mix of reds and rosy pinks, a stark contrast against the white sheets on their bed. “Hand. I want – want your hand.” Henry nodded and shifted them around a bit.
Alex sat at the headboard, sitting upright against the pillows while Henry faced him from the opposite side. He scooted up the bed, close enough their cocks could be within easy reach, limbs intertwined with Alex’s. “Touch me,” Alex pleaded, arms wrapped around Henry’s legs. “Please just – I need you to touch me.” Henry’s eyes fell to Alex’s cock, finally paying it the attention it deserved. Alex really was beautiful; his cock was one of the finest Henry’s ever seen. It was damn near perfect. He focused on Alex, his own pleasure secondary to Alex’s pulsing cock.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Henry drawled in an authoritative tone. Alex shuddered underneath him, anticipation flickering in his eyes. He leaned in and kissed Alex on the lips. “Do you really get so turned on from kneeling at my feet?” Henry asked. Alex let out a weak-willed mix of noises. Henry started moving, twisting his wrist on the upstroke as his thumb teased Alex’s slit. Henry’s cock rubbed against Alex’s balls. “You’re so much of a slut you’d probably get off grinding on my shoes, wouldn’t you?” Henry said, grinning when Alex’s cock jumped in his hand. He worked faster, pulling at their cocks quickly. “But that’s for another day,” Henry promised, kissing Alex tenderly, between needy, desperate pants for air.
“Fuck, you – I – baby ,” was all Alex could muster. “You’re so – need – want -” Alex babbled, incomprehensible. His eyes hazed over, glossy and lost to the pleasure filling his chest. Henry kept going, wrapping his lips around Alex’s earlobe, and bit at his shoulder. Ferocious heat filled every orifice of Henry’s being.’
“You’re mine ,” Henry repeated, the mantra still playing on a loop in the back of his head. He panted into Alex’s mouth. Alex’s cock pressed against his, and he could feel himself getting hard again. “Fuck, Darling you’re mine. My sweet darling little boy. My devilish little whore, slutting for cock every chance you get.”
“Sir!”
“Alex Claremont-Diaz,” Henry said, letting the full name roll of his tongue. “At my mercy because all he wants to do is be owned by me.” Alex shuddered against the bed; his shoulders slumped forward as his head pressed against the pillows. “As if you were a pet.” Stumbling through his own pleasure-driven craze Henry bit at Alex’s neck, soothing the bruise with his tongue. Alex’s body convulsed, nearly spasming as his cock pulsed in Henry’s hand.
Panting, Henry licked at the curve of Alex’s ear. Precum dripped from Alex’s cock, slicking up his hand. Henry moaned, feeling Alex’s lips kiss him wherever he could reach. He felt himself get closer, reach closer to peak bliss and he itched to ride it out, but he had a plan. “That’s it, Alex. That’s it, come on. You’re so hard I know you’re close.” Henry spewed filth into Alex’s ear until Alex’s body twitched and he let out a shout. His cum soaked Henry’s hand, dripping down to his balls. Henry moaned into Alex’s mouth, hard again, desperate to make Alex his. He stroked Alex through his orgasm, feeling him grow softer against his palm.
“God that –” Alex panted, letting out a laugh laced with arousal. “That was so good fuck. You’re going to kill me.” He grabbed Henry and hauled him up, planting a long, deep kiss on his lips. “Fucking love you baby,” Alex said, falling limp to the mattress. Henry cupped Alex’s cheek, watching as his eyes fluttered, glossing over. “Thank you Sir,” Alex’s bottom lip quivered slightly. He stared at Henry, eagerly desperate for anything Henry wanted. There you are, Henry thought to himself, a pleased smile on his face. He rested their foreheads together, smiling against Alex’s lips.
What Henry wanted, at least for tonight, was to make up for not being there for Alex during the week. They had all weekend, three whole nights together and he was already cooking up ideas. Alex didn’t have anywhere to be except in bed with him. Henry nipped at Alex’s nipple, hearing his soft, surprised gasp.
“I love you too,” smooth and automatic with his reply. Henry’s eyes softened, filled with love and adoration for the man he loved. “Ready for me to fuck your thighs?” Henry asked, panting heavily. He pressed his face into Alex’s shoulder, feeling Alex’s hands find purchase in his hair. His cock was hard, resting on Alex’s thighs, slotting into place. Alex nodded, completely fascinated as his eyes focused on Henry. “Keep them together for me or I’m going to have to tie them up with a belt, alright?”
Alex’s reaction was almost immediate. His legs closed together tightly, ready as he laid out underneath his partner. “Good boy,” Henry praised, moaning into Alex’s ear. He grabbed the lube from the bedside table, fumbling and rushing as he smeared it over his dripping cock. “You’re so tight darling,” Henry said, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Fuck, I can feel your thighs quivering. You’re going to explode, aren’t you?” Alex’s noise was a cross between a whine and a moan. His hands bruised on Henry’s waist, clutching him tightly.
Henry’s head filled with dazed pleasure. Alex felt so tight. The moan that left Henry’s mouth probably had his ancestors rolling around in their graves. Alex’s toned muscles were tense, focusing all his energy on holding his legs together for Henry. His face screwed up in concentration, desperate to please his dom. Henry pinned Alex’s arms to either side of his head, devouring every morsel of pleasure either of them felt. The smell of arousal filled the air, sweat dripped down Henry’s face. Alex’s hips bucked, fucking the air in a desperate search for friction.
“I know I am,” Henry continued, no longer able to conceal the ache pulling his balls taught. “I’m going to explode,” Henry said. “I’m going to coat your thighs in my cum. You’re going to be marked up Alex. Everyone will know you’re mine. You’ll know it deep in yourself. Whenever you feel distressed, or insecure, or anything you’ll remember this. You’ll remember how hard you got just from being on your knees,” Henry groaned. Alex was a pliant, puddle of submissive mess underneath him. Alex’s nails dug into Henry’s thighs, and Henry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“Yes Sir,” Alex said between the strand of unintelligible noises Henry fucked his thighs. “Yes, I – ah fuck – “ Henry’s pace was fast, ruthless, demanding Alex’s concentration. Alex babbled, clutching needily at Henry, clawing at his chest and his arms. Henry panted into Alex’s mouth easily, winning the battle for dominance, tongues curling around each other. “Please Sir, please. I – I want – cum on me Sir.” Alex begged, pleading with those wide, blissed-out eyes of his.
“ Beautiful, ” Henry whispered, breathing heavily as he slowed down. “Christ you’re so beautiful, Alex. You’re my beautiful, gorgeous little slut.” When he came it was with a shout and between Alex’s thighs. Sticky and hot, spilling all over them both, smearing it into the sheets. Henry collapsed on the bed next to Alex. Alex curled toward him, burrowing his face into Henry’s chest, breathing heavily.
A smile curled in the corners of Henry’s lips. He wrapped his arms securely around Alex, ensuring he couldn’t wriggle free. His hands gently traced Alex’s biceps, traced his back, curving perfectly along his muscles. “I did good?” Alex asked, voice dry. It was almost hoarse from the wretched noises he made. Henry looked down at him, smiling proudly as Alex’s eyelashes fluttered. He nodded and planted a firm kiss on the top of Alex’s head.
“You did very good Sweetheart,” Henry promised, hands roaming further down Alex’s back. His fingers kneaded Alex’s ass, massaging it. “I’m very proud of you for taking everything so well so far.” Henry swiped between Alex’s thighs, gliding his precum so it spread along the crack in Alex’s ass. He experimentally, almost teasingly, brushed along Alex’s hole. It quivered, perfectly reactive to all of Henry’s touches. Henry would never be over how sensitive Alex could be sometimes.
“So far?” Alex echoed, dazed and slightly confused. He looked adorably flustered when Henry’s thumb brushed along the crack of his ass. Color filled the cheeks on Alex’s face, he whined, desperately pushing against Henry’s finger. “Please Sir I – I want you to fill me. I want you to fuck me, I won't – want you to –" Alex hiccupped, spiraling in his aroused babble.
“Shh, hush Sweetheart,” Henry said, kissing Alex reassuringly. Alex let out a soft noise of contentment. He followed Henry’s guiding hands, settling him into bed so he was facing down again, ass exposed to the warm, hormone-filled air. “I know what you want,” Henry promised. “I’m going to give it to you.” Henry nipped Alex’s left shoulder blade, darkening a patch of hickies already existing there. “Color?” Alex whimpered, wiggling his ass against Henry’s hand.
“ Please fuck me, Sir!” Alex cried out with a whine. “Sir, I need you inside me before I die .” Henry laughed and planted a wide, open-mouthed kiss on Alex’s lips. The kiss was all-consuming. Heat flashed through Henry’s body despite having just orgasmed. It didn’t matter he’d already orgasmed twice. The sounds spewing out of Alex’s mouth paired with the tightness of his ass - Henry was sure he could get it up again.
“That’s rather dramatic dear,” Henry teased, kissing Alex chastely on the lips. “I don’t think you’d –“ Henry exclaimed in surprise when Alex grabbed him and pulled him down, attacking him with an onslaught of kisses until he caved. “Okay, okay!” Henry laughed, cheeks burning as Alex’s begging filled his ears. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, sweetheart.” Henry’s face burrowed into the nape of Alex’s neck, flesh against flesh. He slotted his hand into place, index finger pushing into his entrance.
“More,” Alex said immediately. “I want your whole hand in me.” He squeezed around Henry’s finger as if it didn’t stretch him enough. Alex wrapped his arms around the pillows, clutching them tightly. His legs spread wide open, relaxing almost completely.
“Slow,” Henry scolded gently, licking the tip of his tongue along the curve of Alex’s ear. “I’m not going anywhere; we’ve got all the time in the world.” He used the teasing I’m in charge and you’re taking what I give you voice that always made Alex melt. Alex pressed the side of his face into the pillows, drool dripping down his chin. You’re such a little whore for my fingers, aren’t you?” Henry said, licking the drool with his tongue.
“I can take more,” Alex said, wild desire in his eyes. “I can take it. I can take it. I can take it –“ Alex’s chanting morphed into a chorus of moans as Henry’s forefinger joined by his middle. “I want more, please give me more – ah, ah, fuck.” Using his freehand Henry reached for the half-empty bottle of lube. He made a mental note to add it to his errands list, then squeezed some directly onto his fingers as he scissored Alex open.
“Speak up sweetheart,” Henry said, voice dripping with deep pleasure. “The neighbors can’t hear you yet.” A third finger joined the others. He could feel Alex stretch against him, feel his wet, greedy hole quake. Henry’s thumb pressed against Alex’s balls, which were slowly being pulled tight.
“Fuck – Fuck! Thank you, Sir,” Alex panted. His breathing was shallow, aroused gasps as Henry’s fingers pumped and twisted in his ass. “Make me yours take – take me. Make me yours, I’ll behave, I promise!” Henry growled and thrusted his fingers faster, angling them in a way that made Alex convulse in the bed.
“Found it, ” Henry sing-songed, freehand buried into Alex’s curls. He hit Alex’s prostate again, hearing his sub cry out, hips thumping on a pillow. “I’m going to make you forget everything other than my name,” Henry growled. “I think you’re ready,” Henry said mostly to himself. He pulled his fingers out of Alex’s ass, then swung a leg over, straddling Alex’s thighs. His hands rested on Alex’s curved cheeks, massaging the masses of muscle.
“ Finally, ” Alex breathed, ever impatient. Henry lined himself up, pressing his tip between Alex’s asscheeks. Alex whined and wiggled around, and Henry realized he was trying to turn over. He carefully pulled his fingers out.
“You want me to fuck you nice deep, don’t you?” Henry’s tongue swirled down Alex’s neck as he shifted, rolling Alex onto his back. “You want me to stuff you so full –”
“- so full!” Alex cried out, clawing at Henry. He was such a sight, blinking furiously, adjusting to his new position. “Please baby,” Alex always begged so beautifully. “Please just –” He gasped, sinking deeper into the mattress. A deep red burned from his cheeks down to his chest. Sweat dripped down his forehead, curls awry on the top of his head. Nipples hard on his chest, he clutched the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. His legs bent at the knee, thrusting his hips into the air. Alex’s teeth shined against the flush of his bottom lip as he bit it, holding back a moan.
“Tell me what you want,” Henry commanded, settling between Alex’s legs. His hands rested on Alex’s thighs, cocks pressing against each other. Alex whimpered and swallowed thickly, shaking his head. “Dear, I thought you said you would behave,” Henry said pointedly. Alex glared at him, betrayal flashing across his face. Henry laughed and kissed the look off of Alex’s face, peppering them anywhere he could reach.
“I want you to stop – stop teasing me,” Alex said, breathless. His back arched as Henry’s fingers rolled his nipples between them. “I can’t – I need you. I’m so empty, I need you inside me. Need you Sir, please,” Alex begged. Henry cupped Alex’s face and licked his lips, staring at him intently. Henry moved slow at first, barely holding himself back. He pulled Alex’s wide open, resting them on his shoulders. Henry squeezed a little more lube into Alex’s hole, then thrusted forward.
Henry fell forward – thank God Alex took yoga classes every morning. He moved hard and fast, the bed squeaking with each pass of his hips. He moaned in tandem with Alex, letting Alex touch him however he wanted. Letting Alex kiss him, as long as he could bury his cock balls deep into his ass. “Fuck, fuck fuck! ” Henry chanted, a mantra of unholy pleasure spiraling in his head. “Fuck so tight, I’ve got to keep you plugged more often,” Henry said, Alex writhing underneath him.
Alex’s eyes went half-lidded, eyelashes fluttering as he was rendered to a puddle. “Just like this?” Henry asked, switching the angle to nail directly against Alex’s prostate. Alex nodded death grip to the headboard. “Just like this,” Henry kissed Alex once, twice, a deep, soulful kiss that left them both panting. His tongue swirled in Alex’s mouth as he kept going, pushing Alex repeatedly. “Fucked raw in my bed, by my cock, with my cum staining your thighs.”
“ Fuck Hen – Henry – Sir,” Alex panted, body writhing in pleasure. His back arched, his hips rolled, meeting Henry’s in perfect rhythm. It was their most private, sacred place, naked as the day they were born. Alex’s cock pulsed against Henry’s chest, dripping with precum. “So close,” Alex’s head turned, pressing to the pillows as Henry fucked him as hard as he could. “Hen I’m so close, please Sir.” Henry groaned into Alex’s mouth, sucking against his tongue. He had such a good boy.
“Hang on. Just a little longer,” Henry panted. He kept biting Alex, marking him. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. “I’m almost there.” He was, fully hard and slick as he slid in and out of Alex. His balls were drawn tight, he could feel himself getting there. So close, so close so – “Now sweetheart,” Henry ordered. His orgasm ripped through his body like a vice. He slammed his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of Alex, stuffing him full of his cum as Alex’s orgasm spilled all over his own cock.
Deep, heavy breaths filled Henry’s ear as he slowly came back to earth. He was still buried in Alex, load, shaft, and all. “Mine,” Henry murmured, listening to Alex’s heartbeat in his chest. “My sweetheart,” Henry pressed a firm kiss to Alex’s forehead. Alex’s arms wrapped securely around Henry, trapping him in place. Henry shifted, reaching out to slightly pull away from Alex. Alex let out a cry of distress.
“No wait!” Alex exclaimed. He let go of the headboard to quickly reach out for Henry’s arm. “Stay with me, please,” he whimpered. Alex’s bottom lip quivered, eyes tearing. “Please stay, I need you. I need – still need you in me.” Henry smiled fondly, slowly sliding out of Alex’s wet, hot, cum filled ass.
“I’m just getting your plug darling,” Henry squeezed Alex’s flaccid, soft cock in his hand. “That way you can feel me inside you. So I can still claim you, and make you mine.” He strategically distracted Alex with tender lips, kissing him long and intently. Henry slipped out of bed, immediately missing Alex's hot, warm, body pressed against his. He had to work fast.
He moved to their closet and opened it. Henry dropped to his knees, digging around until he found what he was looking for. A discreet shoebox they kept hidden behind Henry's hamper. He quickly flicked it open and fumbled inside it until his fingers wrapped around a butt plug. Alex’s favorite plug was kept safe in a little satin satchel. He also grabbed a package of baby wipes, stocked up in the corner of their closet. Then, he grabbed a second box, one much smaller than the first but it held something much, much more meaningful.
When Henry returned to bed a new rush of heat spread through him. Alex stared back at Henry, eyes eager and sparkling, lost to the pleasurable bliss of subspace. Two of Alex's fingers were shoved in his ass. “Didn’t want it to fall out,” Alex explained, adorably smitten. Henry bit his cheek to hold back a moan. He rejoined Alex, turning him on his side to better access his ass.
“You did so well for me darling,” Henry praised. He set the almost necklace-like box on the bedside table. “I am very proud of you today.” In a well-practiced routine, he slid the butt plug into Alex, trapping his spend.
Alex let out a wanton moan, spreading his legs as he adjusted to the plug. The plug itself was one of the first sex toys they purchased. Well, Henry bought it as a gift. It came in a set of three. Simple metal plugs, cool to the touch. Alex ended up adoring the largest one, claiming it was the closest size to Henry’s cock. “Thank you,” Alex said, eyelashes fluttering at Henry.
“Do you feel better?” Henry asked, lying perpendicular next to Alex. He gently combed his fingers through Alex's hair. “You – you’re mine. You are always going to be mine, for as long as you'll have me.” Alex whined, bashfully flushed in the cheeks.
“Forever,” Alex mumbled. He pressed lazy, content kisses on Henry's lips. “I’ll have you forever.” Henry snapped the wipes open and grabbed two. He carefully cleaned his cum off of Alex's thighs, gentle with his touches. When he deemed Alex satisfyingly wiped down Henry rolled over. He set the wipes on the bedside table; the small box stared back at him.
Alex reached for Henry, getting his attention back while he intertwined their limbs together. “Where did you go?” Alex whined, petulant and needy. “Need you,” Alex murmured, sprawling across Henry’s chest. Henry’s arms wrapped around Alex, hands resting on the small of his back. Alex pressed soft, careful kisses along Henry’s shoulders.
“I’m here sweetheart,” Henry promised, hands tender on Alex’s face. “Right here.” He kissed Alex firmly on the head. His fingers traced lazy, simple shapes along Alex's arms. “Loo break then bath time I think,” Henry said when Alex's eyes started blinking heavily. “I'll order food for when you wake up.”
“Hmm?” Alex asked, inhaling deeply as he smelled Henry. “Mkay, whatever you want.” Henry chuckled, fond and warm deep in his chest.
“Dangerous words,” Henry teased. His middle finger tapped the flat end of the butt plug. Alex's hand clutched the pillow, right next to Henry’s head. “Up we go,” Henry said. It was awkward, but eventually, he was able to wiggle and move around.
“Wheeee!” Alex exclaimed when Henry picked him up. Alex wrapped his arms and legs around Henry’s chest, holding him tightly. “I want a bath,” Alex demanded. He nipped and licked at Henry’s earlobe. Henry walked them both to their master bath.
“Oh you do, do you?” Henry asked, unable to keep the smile off of his face.
“Uh huh!” Alex said, nodding with his face pressed into Henry’s neck. “Can I please have a bath?” His fingers dug into Henry’s skin – they were both still oh so very naked. Henry didn’t mind the pain. Alex in subspace was one of the most adorable things in the world. “What're we doing?” Alex asked, giggling when Henry set him on the toilet.
“I’m drawing you a bath while you go pee,” Henry said, patiently reminding Alex. He turned around, turning on the tap to let it run hot. Henry knelt down for their assortment of bath products stored under the sink. He rooted through the scents, then settled on a eucalyptus-lavender blend. He plugged the tub, then sat on the edge of it to watch Alex. Alex, who spent the whole time staring at him completely infatuated.
“You have a really good ass,” Alex said seriously. He burst into another fit of giggles, reaching for Henry. Henry chuckled and moved to him, kissing him on the forehead. “I need help!” Alex demanded as he finished using the loo. Henry sighed fondly and kissed the top of Alex's head. He helped Alex wipe himself clean. Then Alex slung his body over Henry like a koala.
“Alex !” Henry exclaimed in protest at the attack. Alex's weight made him stumble a bit, almost dropping him. He situated them in a better position and then helped Alex into the bath. The tub itself was large enough for them both to fit in it comfortably. “I’ve got your bath bomb right here sweetheart,” Henry promised as Alex babbled endlessly. He handed it to Alex after peeling off the wrapper, then slipped into the tub. Alex dropped the bath bomb into the water and watched the colors swirl between them.
They stayed in the bath until the water ran cold and Alex could barely keep his eyes open. He quieted down at the ten-minute mark, switching to soft happy noises as Henry washed him. He distracted himself by drawing shapes on Henry’s skin. Henry stayed close, carefully watching for any signs of a bad subdrop, but nothing happened. Alex blissfully swam in the subspace he desperately needed.“I want a kiss,” Alex demanded once the tub was drained and he was standing as Henry dried him off. Henry smiled and obliged, cupping Alex's cheek as he leaned forward.
“Good boy,” Henry praised, kissing Alex a second time to see a smile curl at the corners of Alex's lips. “You’re my good boy.” Alex’s head fell to Henry’s shoulder with a soft, content hum. Henry’s arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, holding him close. He walked them back to the bedroom, then paused.
The sheets were filthy and smelled like sweat and sex. There was no way he'd allow Alex to sleep in them after just having been cleaned. “But I’m tired,” Alex complained when Henry pulled him back from leaping into the bed. Henry kissed Alex chastely, trying to figure out where to put him. He glanced at the human-sized dog bed they kept to the left side of the bed. Usually, it was reserved for Henry’s cocoon days or cuddle movie nights.
“Alright sweetheart this way,” Henry said. He guided Alex to the dog bed. Alex followed without too much complaining. “Snuggle up, I’ll come get you when the sheets are changed.” Henry kissed Alex, getting his attention back. Alex blinked, recognizing the order. He licked his lips, then situated himself in the bed with a happy noise. Alex inhaled deeply; face buried into the bed as he smelled Henry’s scent on the fluffy fur.
Henry pulled the sheets from the bed and dropped them by the closet. He struggled a bit with making the bed himself, but eventually, a clean set of sheets was waiting for them. He looked back to find Alex snoring softly, curled up in the comfortable, warm fur of the dog bed. The sight of the plug shining against Alex's ass stirred something deep in Henry’s chest.
His heart swelled, beating proudly in his chest. He grabbed his phone and quickly ordered Thai through Doordash, then joined Alex in the bed. Alex immediately reached for him, curling into Henry in his sleep. Henry’s eyes fluttered, a wave of exhaustion washed over him as he finally felt the after-effects of having such intense sex. He tugged the flat sheets down from the mattress and tucked them in, head resting on Alex’s back, falling asleep to the sound of Alex's deep breathing. They had all weekend, he could talk to Alex about his gift later.