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The first time Henry had fucked Alex, he’d been so slow and cautious Alex had almost fallen apart just from being that studiously take care of. It had been all gentle movements and careful stretches, Henry whispering praises and assurances against Alex’s skin as he worked Alex open, constantly checking in that Alex was doing alright. Alex loved him for it. He’d never felt that taken care of his life and it had been extraordinary. He’d woken up sore as hell the next day, but he’d also woken up to breakfast in bed and a lot of kisses from Henry. So what if he’d spent most of that breakfast trying to subtly grind his ass down into the bed just to feel the sting a little more.
The next time Henry had fucked him he’d been a little more hurried, but still careful. Alex didn’t mean to, but he was so caught up in it that when Henry asked if he was ready, Alex said yes a little too early. And yeah, it had stung, but with a few slow thrusts he’d finished loosening up and gotten lost in the feeling of Henry moving inside of him.
The third time Alex had to admit, afterward, that maybe saying yes a little too early wasn’t an accident. That he liked the spike of pain when he wasn’t quite ready yet. That he liked the burn of the extra stretch.
Alex knew this was something he needed to talk about with Henry, but he didn’t know exactly how to approach it. They’d experimented—enthusiastically—with light bondage and blindfolds, and a little orgasm delay, and they’d discussed one another’s consent to those acts before, during, and after, but those discussions had never extended to other potential kinks. Alex knew he had a few. His hair getting pulled, for one, but he didn’t know what the full real world of kink was like. Sure, he’d read plenty of wild fanfictions (both featuring himself and not), so he wasn’t going into it blind, but he knew that those were hardly equivalent to actually educating himself on kink.
So Alex decided to do what he did best: he researched.
He researched very, very carefully, not in the mood for another sex scandal, let alone one actually about sex, let alone times two about the kind of sex he was researching. Checking out a tablet from college, he brought it home and into the corner of the livingroom that served as his office, spending the next two days studiously reading through every queer sex ed website he could get his hands on. (And jacking off a lot about it, if he was being honest.) Henry, on the other side of the borough in his brownstone, remained oblivious; Alex told Henry he was studying for a test. This was not a lie as far as Alex was concerned, even if the “test” was a hopefully wild night of sex with many more to follow.
Finally satisfied—and knowing about a few kinks he wished he didn’t—Alex packed up the tablet, an overnight bag, and made the trip to Henry’s for their planned Friday date night.
Henry’s brownstone was warmly lit, light shining through the cracks around the thick curtains to illuminate the softly falling December snow outside. Alex skipped up the steps, telling himself he was shivering from the cold—just the cold—despite wearing a very warm wool jacket. He let himself in with his key and found Henry inside, humming along to a song as he poked at a pan of rice with a spatula. Alex grinned, dropping his bag and shucking off his coat, not caring where they landed.
“Hello, love,” Henry said.
Alex bounded around the peninsula of the kitchen and into Henry’s arms, planting a firm kiss on his lips.
“How’s studying for the test been going?” Henry asked innocently when they broke apart.
Alex nearly choked. He’d been planning to wait to bring anything up until after dinner, but when he’d made that plan he hadn’t been standing right next to Henry who looked stupidly good in the navy button-up and black slacks he had on. It wasn’t fair.
“Good. It’s—It’s been going good,” Alex managed.
Henry smiled, turning back to the pan of what Alex now saw was cheesy rice with a healthy amount of peppers in it. It was his dad’s recipe, Alex realized, which made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, both because Henry was making it and because Oscar had given it to him.
“That’s good. Let me know if you want to go over your flashcards or something,” Henry told him.
Alex groaned, then scrambled to cover it up. “Nuh uh. It’s date night. No studying on date night.”
Henry chuckled and didn’t press it. They spent the next hour eating and discussing the latest episode of their favorite drama podcast, laughing over their shared dread of what the season finale was going to bring in two weeks. Alex subtly paced himself with the wine, making sure Henry did as well. Henry seemed to pick up on the fact that Alex was up to something, but he kept quiet about it, just watching Alex closely.
When the dishes were finally in the sink Alex took a deep breath and turned to Henry. “So.”
“So.”
“Sex.”
Henry snorted. “I’ll get the lube.”
Alex shook his head, reaching out to gently grab Henry’s hand before Henry could vanish up to the bedroom. They were stood together in the middle of the kitchen now, music still playing softly.
“I’m hoping that will be the eventual conclusion to the evening,” Alex said in response to Henry’s confused look. “But…ah…well, can we talk about it first?”
Alex didn’t know why he was so nervous. He knew Henry would never judge him. Even if he said no to Alex’s requests it would be done with love.
Henry relaxed. “Of course, Alex, we can always talk about it,” Henry said, squeezing Alex’s hands lightly. “Want to go to the couch?”
Alex nodded and Henry led the way, keeping one hand twined with Alex’s. Alex detoured them slightly to grab his bag and Henry didn’t comment. They settled on the couch, facing one another with Alex’s bag at their feet.
“Your dick is fucking amazing,” Alex started, earning a groan from Henry. “Seriously. I wish I hadn’t waited so long to ask you to fuck me because it was such a waste of time. I love having you inside of me.”
Henry blushed, pulling his lower lip between his teeth with a smile. “Well, uh, good to know.”
Alex fidgeted slightly, psyching himself up to keep going. “But those times we’ve done…more, tied one another up and used blindfolds and stuff…those have been really fucking amazing too.”
Henry was still, eyes dancing back and forth between Alex’s. “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “They have been.”
Alex took a deep breath. “What would you think about maybe…doing more of that…sort of thing?”
Henry took another moment to respond. “What are you defining as more?”
Alex bent down and pulled out the borrowed tablet. It would eventually be scrubbed raw of any trace of what Alex had used it for, but for now he opened it and pulled up the form he’d filled out before coming over. He turned it for Henry to see the salmon-pink webpage with the words, “Kink Test: Partner 2” at the top. Alex couldn’t have gotten hard right now if he tried; his blood was busy painting his face bright red.
“I found this when I was…ah…researching,” Alex muttered, despite his intention to keep his voice normal. “And, look, there’s some stuff in here that I would never in my life even slightly consider. But it lets people fill it out, and then at the end it only shows what you have in common so you can have a kind of…starting point.”
Henry took the tablet and scrolled down to read the first few unchecked boxes. His lips pursed in a poorly suppressed smile and he looked up at Alex. “This is such a you thing to do.”
Alex groaned and flopped backwards, flailing around until he caught hold of a pillow to yank over his face. He could still hear Henry, though, hear him laughing lightly at Alex’s antics. The tablet case clicked as it was set on the glass coffee table and Alex felt the pillow being gently tugged from his face. He let it go reluctantly, finding Henry leaned over him and smiling softly.
“I love that you put so much care into this, Alex,” Henry whispered. “Give me a few minutes to fill it out, and then we’ll get back to our conversation, alright?”
Alex relaxed, tension unwinding at the open look of adoration on Henry’s face. Henry squeezed his leg lightly and leaned back, picking the tablet back up. It took about ten minutes for Henry to fill it out and Alex knew he was going over the list of over a hundred kinks, rating them one of several options: never, maybe, sometimes, yes, and hell yes. Each one also had a sub-rating for being on the giving or receiving end, or both. At the end the test would only show things they had both said some level of yes too. Anything either of them said no to, even if the other had said yes, wouldn’t show at all. Anything either of them had said hell yes to, even if the other had only indicated a more moderate interest, would be highlighted.
“Done,” Henry said.
Alex practically leapt up, reaching out to scroll through the page even though the tablet was still in Henry’s hands, only for Henry to pull it out of reach—and out of sight—with a raised eyebrow.
“There’s something specific on there you want to see how I responded to, isn’t there?” Henry asked knowingly. “Something that kicked off this whole little project of yours.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Alex said, playing innocent. Henry knew him too damn well.
Henry shook his head, then leaned as far away as possible, tossing the tablet to the other end of the couch and completely out of Alex’s reach. Sitting back up, Henry gently took Alex’s face between his hands and gave him a soft kiss, pulling away only a few inches once he was done. “We’ll look at that in a minute. But first, you are going to tell me what kicked all this off.”
Alex let out a long, slow breath through his nose as Henry dropped his hands and wrapped them around Alex’s own. He honestly couldn’t place why he was finding this so difficult. He knew Henry loved him. Knew Henry would listen. And Alex was hardly new to sex, with Henry or otherwise. Even kinky sex was something he had explored to some extent with other partners. But, he had to admit, he was new to it meaning so much. To it being with someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. This conversation was so much more important than if he’d just been telling a one night stand he’d never see again about something weird he was into.
“Well, it kind of started off because when you…uh…fuck me, it hurts.” Henry frowned and Alex rushed to continue, bowling through the discomfort while vaguely aware of the fact that there were some parallels between the act of the conversation and its actual contents when it came to his feelings on being uncomfortable. He’d figure that one out later. “And I like that it hurts. I…well…yeah. I like that it hurts. At first I thought it was just me being really into the fact that you were finally fucking me, but eventually I realized it was more than that.”
“Okay,” Henry said, giving Alex’s hands a gentle squeeze. “But you said it ‘started out’ as that, so what did that turn into?”
“I would like to reiterate that I find your dick amazing,” Alex said, which made Henry close his eyes and squirm slightly, a badly suppressed smile on his face. “Seriously. You feel so fucking good. But I kind of want to try…something…bigger? Possibly…ah…a lot bigger? But, look, if you’re not okay with any of this, that’s totally okay. I get it. That’s why I wanted us to take that test, because I’d never ask you to—”
Henry cut Alex off by placing a finger against his lips. “I’m fine with trying something bigger on you.”
Alex shivered, eyes dropping closed as he imagined it. “Oh. Okay.”
“I’m assuming, from your research, you came across the traffic light system?”
Alex’s eyes shot back open to find Henry grinning mischievously. “Excuse me, Wales? How do you know about the traffic light system?”
Henry’s smirk grew. “Darling, you are not the one who corrupted me.”
Alex spluttered as Henry got up and grabbed the tablet, nonchalantly scrolling through it as he walked over to the stairs. At the bottom step he turned back to face Alex. “Well, are you going to come play or what?”
A much more intense shiver raced down Alex’s spine this time and, though he hadn’t seen the results of the test himself, he decided to give something a try: “Yes, sir.”
Henry’s smile this time had a much different edge to it. “Good. Get up.”
In the bedroom, Henry set the tablet facedown on the dresser and directed Alex to stand in the middle of the empty space next to their bed. Henry came and stepped behind him, hands on Alex’s hips as he kissed lightly down Alex’s neck.
“Okay,” Henry said, words ghosting against Alex’s skin. “Here’s how this is going to go. Obviously, we don’t yet have any toys that would satisfy what you’re asking for right now. But I’ve got some ideas based on other things you said yes to in that test.”
Alex groaned, head lolling back against Henry as his mind repeated the word “yet” over and over again. “It’s not fair that you won’t let me see it yet.”
Henry bit lightly into the curve of Alex’s neck where it met his shoulder. Just enough to be noticed, and Alex shivered hard. “You’ll get to see it tomorrow.” Alex groaned. Henry chuckled and continued. “As for tonight, we’re going slow. Any time at all that we’re playing with size we’re going slow, and I’m going to be checking in with you constantly. Verbal consent is the only thing that counts, not just noise, is that clear?”
“Yes,” Alex said.
“Yes what?” Henry whispered in Alex’s ear, lips just barely hovering over Alex’s skin.
“Sir,” Alex breathed. “Yes, sir.” He was weirdly glad Henry seemed to like that. It turned him on more than he expected to call Henry by the honorific.
“Good. Clothes off, slowly,” Henry said, stepping away.
Alex almost fell, so caught up in his head that he hadn’t expected the loss of support Henry provided. Hands shaking with anticipation, Alex grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and peeled it up and over his head, chucking it off to the side. Henry had come around to stand in front of Alex, eyes sweeping appraisingly up and down as Alex worked. Within moments, the rest of his clothing had joined his shirt and he was standing there completely nude, staring at Henry who was completely clothed.
“Beautiful as always,” Henry whispered. He stepped forward again and reached out, trailing feather-light fingers over Alex’s skin in a way that made his body quake. “Go sit on the bed.”
Alex did, feeling Henry’s eyes watch him the whole way. Once he was settled, Henry came over and pulled Alex into a kiss that started gentle but ended with a firm nip to his lower lip before Henry started trailing the kisses lower, continuing to nip and suck as he went. Alex whimpered, fingers clenching tightly to the edge of the bed.
When Henry pulled one of Alex’s nipples between his teeth, Alex keened, bringing up a hand to clutch at the back of Henry’s head.
Henry let go and looked up at Alex with a knowing smirk. “Color, love?”
“You took that test to fucking heart,” Alex gasped.
“That’s not a color, Alexander.”
Alex gasped at the feeling that shot through him from Henry using his full name. “Green. It’s so fucking green right now.”
Henry smiled and rewarded him by switching to the other side, making sure that nipple got the same treatment as the first before continuing his journey down. Henry put his hands on Alex’s knees and spread them wide with a quick push, getting on his own knees with a promisingly devious look.
“Henr—” Alex cut off with a gasp as Henry swallowed his rock hard length all the way to the hilt in one go.
Alex was going to lose his fucking mind. Henry had been dominant with him before, but not like this. Not so quick to act and assertive. Alex couldn’t get enough of it, could feel himself starting to come apart already just from this. Henry only bobbed his head a couple of times before popping off with a quick flick of his tongue over Alex’s slit, and Alex’s vision was already going hazy.
“On your back, with your hips on the edge of the bed,” Henry ordered, standing back up.
Alex was happy to comply, though it took him a minute to get his body to cooperate as he navigated through the fog of sex his brain was already lost in. He loved this position, even if they’d only done it this way once. Henry’s bed was just the right height for him to fuck Alex while standing while Alex laid down, something that gave Henry an immense amount of leverage. Alex dropped into place, grabbing hold of his legs, folding them up toward’s his chest, and holding them there to open himself up for Henry. His erection bobbed between them and Alex ached to reach out and touch himself. But he didn’t. As far as he was concerned, Henry was the only one allowed to touch him tonight.
“Color?” Henry asked once Alex was settled.
“Green,” Alex panted. “But baby, if you don’t start touching me again I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
Henry snorted. “I’ll allow the sass for now, but watch it. I’m the one in control right now, understood?”
Alex groaned, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. “Yes, sir.”
“Eyes open,” Henry said.
Alex did as told, finding Henry standing between his legs. Making very deliberate eye contact, Henry unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves, making Alex shudder. He was rock hard right now and honestly had no idea what Henry was planning for the night. Based on the look in Henry’s eyes, it was probably a good thing they didn’t have any plans tomorrow.
Henry put his hands on the back of Alex’s thighs, just beneath Alex’s own. Pushing against them, Henry leaned in until he was bent over Alex, face hovering inches above Alex’s. Alex’s hips burned and he entertained the idea of taking up yoga for very nefarious reasons.
Henry pushed a little more, causing Alex’s hips to lift off the bed, a pillow sliding under them while Henry used his shoulder to keep Alex in place. Henry let off just slightly, only enough to let Alex rest against the pillow. “You keep your legs exactly like this. Understood?”
Alex nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Henry bent in and kissed him once, hard, thumbs pressing against Alex’s raw nipples at the same time and making him squirm. Straightening up, Henry looked down at him assesingly, adjusting his already perfectly rolled cuffs.
Something about Henry still being fully dressed—erection tenting pants that probably cost several hundred dollars—was doing things to Alex. He added it to the list of things he need to remember for later, if he could.
Henry stepped away, going to their nightstand and coming back with a bottle of lube. It was just their plain bottle, though, not the one that tingled slightly, and Alex whined.
“We keep it simple the first time we try new things,” Henry said, reading Alex’s mind. “If tonight goes well, we’ll expand into other combinations.”
Alex groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
Henry popped open the bottle, once more making deliberate, heavy eye contact as he squeezed a healthy amount into his hand. A very healthy amount. Alex shivered, mind racing. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”
Henry tossed the bottle of lube to the side and, without warning, slid one finger inside Alex who yelped and arched against the bed. It stung, but only for a moment. The unexpectedness of it was still enough to start Alex panting.
“Color?” Henry asked.
“Green. So green, sir,” Alex gasped, grinding against Henry’s still finger. Henry let him, bringing his other hand up to wrap gently around Alex’s dick. He squeezed it lightly, thumb playing over the slit and making Alex whimper.
Henry slid the finger out almost all the way and plunged it back in as unexpectedly as he had the first time. But he was keeping it straight, not crooking it to hit that sweet spot inside and Alex couldn’t help another little whine.
“Problem, darling?” Henry asked, a glint in his eyes telling Alex that Henry knew exactly what he was doing.
“Not enough,” Alex moaned. “Need you to—to rub against—” He broke off into a loud moan as Henry did exactly as he asked, pressing firmly on Alex’s prostate as he dragged his finger out once more.
“There?”
“Yes,” Alex groaned. “Again, please.”
Henry shook his head, going back to thrusting his finger straight in and out. “No. Not yet. Wouldn’t want to end things too soon. You’re already so excited.”
“Fuck,” Alex muttered, squeezing his eyes closed. The finger didn’t feel bad, but it was just one finger and it wasn’t even hitting the right spot.
“So impatient,” Henry tutted and pulled his finger out entirely.
Before Alex could object, Henry thrust two fingers inside. Alex arched off the bed just as he had before. This time, the sting lasted a little longer and he chased it, rocking his hips to meet Henry’s motions. Right as the sting started to fade, Henry pulled out once more and returned with three fingers, going all the way up to the knuckle in one smooth motion that had Alex howling.
“Color?” Henry asked, fingers still inside of Alex but not moving.
It took Alex a moment to remember how to speak. “Gre—green. So good, Henry. So good.”
Henry placed a soft kiss to the inside of Alex’s knee and started thrusting the three fingers in and out slowly. Henry’s other hand had remained on Alex’s dick, but hadn’t been doing much other than holding it and squeezing lightly on occasion. He didn’t object when Alex thrust into his hand, though, and Alex took advantage, rolling his hips between Henry’s hands as each made him feel very different things.
Alex had taken three fingers from Henry before, though. It had been a lot slower, but it still wasn’t anything new and sooner than he wanted, the burn started to fade.
“Alex, eyes open,” Henry said, stilling his fingers.
Alex managed it, barely, staring at Henry hazily. Color was high on Henry’s cheeks and the sleeve on the arm with fingers buried inside of Alex had come unrolled slightly.
“I’m going to give you another one,” Henry said. “Are you ready?”
Alex nodded, breath speeding up in anticipation. “Yes, sir, I’m ready. Please.”
Henry nodded back and pulled out his fingers almost entirely before sliding them back in much slower. At first, Alex didn’t quite feel the difference, until Henry got about an inch inside and it started to burn. It wasn’t just three fingers bundled together anymore, with the addition of Henry’s pinky the whole bundle was twice as wide at the bottom as at the tip and it fucking hurt.
Alex felt tears prickling in his eyes and preemptively said, “Green,” lest Henry think he needed to stop. “More, please, more. It hurts, please,” Alex babbled.
“Fuck,” Henry groaned and Alex felt him shudder, hand tightening on Alex’s dick. “I’m almost all the way up to the knuckle Alex. Are you sure you’re ready for more tonight?”
“Please!” Alex gasped, forcing himself to stay still and trust Henry. Alex didn’t really trust himself anymore. He felt amazing, the burn spiking up his spine and down his legs. It was distracting and it felt like he couldn’t form a full thought even if he’d wanted to, aside from not wanting it to stop.
“Tell me what it feels like,” Henry said, voice commanding.
Alex groaned, unable to stop his hips twitching slightly. Even the small movement renewed the sting Alex was feeling and he did it again.
“Tell me what it feels like,” Henry repeated, voice harder.
“Hurts,” Alex managed.
“More.”
“Hurts good,” Alex gasped. Henry wasn’t stopping the little motions of Alex’s hips, but they weren’t enough. “It stings. And burns. More. Please, Henry, please.”
A few tears slid down Alex’s face as he panted. The feeling was starting to fade once more and he wanted it back so bad. He heard Henry take a shaky breath and then the pressure was back, slowly and steadily pushing Alex farther and farther open, so far beyond what Alex had ever experienced. He felt it when Henry’s knuckles hit the edge of his hole. For a moment, Alex thought Henry was going to stop, but then Henry pushed forward once more and the world exploded.
In one smooth motion Henry had slid his hand all the way in up to his thumb. Alex felt like he was dying, his whole body alive as the feeling of it raced through him. Distantly he was aware that he’d screamed before falling into a babble of “green” and “yes” and “please” all interspersed with so many sounds. When he started to regain awareness of the world outside his body he realized Henry was babbling too.
“Amazing, Alex. You’re so fucking beautiful. Holy shit. I love you. Amazing. Just relax into it.” His other hand was moving steadily on Alex’s dick now, stroking him through the tremors that wracked Alex’s body. Inside him, Henry’s hand was still, but the sting wasn’t fading this time. It was as bright and beautiful as when Henry had first thrust his hand inside.
“All—all of it—please,” Alex gasped. His whole body ached and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold his legs up for—he was sort of amazed he hadn’t let go of them yet, actually—but he suddenly very desperately needed Henry’s whole hand inside of him. The idea of it made him start shaking once again. It wasn’t even necessarily about wanting more of that bright, burning pain now. It was just about Henry. About knowing that Henry had done that to him.
Henry groaned, continuing to slide his hand up and down Alex’s dick. “If you’re sure.”
“Please, Henry,” Alex gasped. He needed it like air.
The feeling of Henry pulling out sent sparks across Alex’s vision once more, but Henry didn’t leave all the way, just enough to tuck his thumb into the bundle before he leaned back in, using his weight to ease past the resistance he was met with.
Alex felt another scream building in his throat, panting towards it with keening moans as Henry pushed forward. When Henry made the final, careful push forward the scream burst out of Alex’s throat hurt and he blacked out, coming back within seconds to a world of hot pain enveloping his body.
“Green, green,” he sobbed, unable to stop his body rocking against Henry’s hand where it was now buried up to the wrist.
“Amazing,” Henry breathed, suddenly leaning forward to place a sloppy kiss against Alex’s mouth. The change of angle made spots dance across Alex’s vision again and he whimpered.
“Is this what you wanted, love?” Henry whispered into Alex’s ear.
“Better,” Alex hiccuped.
“Me too,” Henry whispered, lightly kissing Alex’s cheek before straightening up. “I wish you could see yourself right now. See how wreaked you look. You’ve been so damn good.”
Alex shivered at the praise. The feeling of Henry’s hand inside him was no longer so overwhelming. It still hurt, but Alex was adjusting to it. The pain wasn’t sharp anymore, it was steady. An ache that Alex knew he was going to feel for days, if not the whole damn week.
“I’m going to pull out now,” Henry said. Alex whined but Henry continued. “And then I’m going to turn you over, and I’m going to fuck you until you see stars again, and maybe a little more after that. Deal?”
Alex nodded, trying to stay relaxed but bracing himself for the feeling of Henry’s hand widening again as it pulled out. It felt just like when Henry had pressed it inside—white hot and overwhelming, stretching Alex so far he felt like he was going to break. Before he was entirely back in his own body, Henry’s hands were pulling Alex’s away from his legs and roughly flipping Alex onto his stomach, leaving Alex’s legs to dangle over the side of the bed, tingling as blood flowed back into them after the amount of time he’d had them folded up.
The sound of a zipper echoed out into the room, followed by the popping of the lid on the bottle of lube. “Color?” Henry asked.
“Gre—”
Henry thrust his dick inside in one quick motion and Alex screamed into the duvet, balling the expensive fabric up in his hands. He’d had no idea what to expect when Henry had said he was going to fuck him now, vaguely figuring that he’d be so loose it might actually not be that effective at first. He’d been wrong. His ass was so oversensitive Henry’s dick burned almost as much as his hand had.
“Color?” Henry panted, buried up to the hilt, the flaps of his open pants pressing against the skin of Alex’s ass.
“Gre—green,” Alex replied, whole body shaking.
One of Henry’s hands came to rest on Alex’s hips, the other reaching up for his shoulder, and Henry started a slow, steady pace that built up speed and power with each thrust. Alex couldn’t do anything but take it, his own dick bouncing against the bed from the force of Henry’s movements. Henry pulled almost all the way out every time before plunging back in. It was so much. Too much. Alex never wanted it to stop.
Alex knew he kept screaming, yelling, begging Henry to keep going, but he lost all track of time, completely lost in the feelings. When Henry changed his angle to drag over Alex’s prostate with every thrust heat started to coil in Alex’s abdomen, but this felt different than it ever had before. He could feel every single muscle in his body clenching so tight it hurt, could see his vision tunneling through the thin slits his eyes had become.
“I’ve got you, Alex,” Henry panted, not slowing down. “I’ve got you. Come for me.”
Alex didn’t need to be told twice, screaming louder than ever as his whole body shook and quaked. Henry didn’t let up, babbling praises as Alex came apart. Alex whimpered, so overstimulated now that Henry’s continued movements felt like agony. Alex loved it.
With several more thrusts Henry finally came, shooting off inside of Alex while continuing to thrust unevenly. Alex had a fleeting moment of wishing that Henry hadn’t worn a condom, that he was truly coming inside Alex right now, before he passed out.
When Alex woke up, he was on his back, leaned up against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Henry was sat next to him, hair messy and skin covered in a sheet of sweat. His clothes were still on and there was still color high in his cheeks.
“Color?” Henry asked, hand coming up to card through Alex’s hair.
Alex took a moment to asses himself. Every nerve in his body was still tingling, and even the expensive cotton sheets against his ass felt like too much. His brain was still foggy with it, attention constantly drawn back to the burning ache inside of him. Henry had done that. Henry had done that because Alex had asked him to. Because Henry had wanted to make Alex feel good, even if it was in a way that would make most people look at him like he was a freak.
“I love you,” Alex croaked, unsurprised by how wreaked his voice sounded.
Henry melted with what Alex realized was relief, leaning forward and kissing Alex’s forehead before leaning back once more. “Are you sure? That ended up going a little farther, and faster, than I’d originally intended.”
Alex nodded, sleep tugging at him. A marathon would have been less exhausting. “It was even better than I hoped. Amazing.”
“Okay, we’re going to talk about it more tomorrow, but I can see you trying to pass out on me again. Hang in there for another minute so I can get you a glass of water, alright?” Henry said, already standing from the bed.
“No promises,” Alex muttered, fighting hard to do as Henry asked anyway.
Henry was back quickly, glass of water from the bathroom in hand along with a damp washcloth. Alex took the glass and gulped it down, only then realizing how much he had needed it. Henry proceeded to gently wipe off his stomach where his own precum and sweat had begun to dry.
“Do you want to shower, love?” Henry asked.
“Gonna pass out,” Alex muttered, eyes dropping closed.
“Alright, in the morning then,” Henry said, placing another kiss on Alex’s forehead.
Alex hummed contentedly, sinking deeper into the pillows and relishing in the ache through his body.
Morning was a different story. Without the endorphins of being actively engaged in sex, the ache Alex found himself waking up with was very different. Rolling onto his stomach with a whine, he buried his face into the pillow. A chuckle alerted him to the fact Henry was apparently awake as well. The bed shifted and a kiss was planted on Alex’s shoulder blade.
“And how are you feeling about our activities last night now?” Henry asked, trailing featherlight fingers up and down over the top half of Alex’s spine.
“I’ve never been in this much pain in my life,” Alex muttered.
“And how do you feel about that?” Henry asked, a note of trepidation in his voice.
Alex peeked out over his folded arm, resisting the urge to crack a joke. He knew right now was important. “Like I want to do it again.”
Surprise pushed a breath out of Henry and he shuddered slightly, closing his eyes for a moment. “Can you tell me why?”
“Why I want to do it again?” Alex asked. His throat was burning as much as other parts of his anatomy. He was going to need cough drops. “Because it felt fucking amazing, Henry.”
“Why did it feel amazing?” Henry asked, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at Alex. “I’ve been with people who liked to be spanked, or flogged, but never someone who wanted something like that.”
There was no judgement in Henry’s voice. If anything, he sounded slightly in awe.
Alex didn’t know, exactly. The night hadn’t quite been what he’d expected either. “I think…because it’s not something I could ever do to myself,” Alex said, thinking it through piece by piece. “It’s past the limit of what I could endure on my own. If I just had a big dildo and tried to work it inside myself, I think I would have stopped. But with you I don’t have to stop, because I know you’ll take care of me. You’ll take me to my actual limits. Even if they hurt, even if they make me scream, you’ll be right there watching, ready to stop and undo it all in a second if I ask you to. So all I have to worry about is the feeling of it.”
Henry looked even more awed now. “Alex—I—wow.”
“Did you like it?” Alex asked.
Henry nodded feverishly. “I’ll admit, I had only put down fisting as a maybe, but watching you come undone like that, Alex, I wanted to do it as much as you wanted it done. And the feeling of you clenching around my hand like that was just—fuck. I don’t have words for it. Half the reason I pulled my hand out when I did was because I thought I was going to come just from that, and I wanted to be inside you. Seeing you get so completely lost in it, I could watch you like that forever. I can’t wait to see what else I can do to you. What you can do to me.”
Alex shivered in anticipation, thinking about all the doors that last night had opened up. They’d have to be careful, of course. Plan it so their activities—and the aftereffects of those activities—would go unnoticed. Alex was nothing if not good at planning, though, his mind already going through their schedules to figure out the next time they could do something a little beyond the norm.