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When Alex finally moved in with Henry, Henry had been insistent that Alex redecorate somewhat. Henry wanted it to be their home, not Henry’s home that Alex moved into. So they’d repainted the livingroom Alex’s favorite sagey green that reminded him of Texas, got a new couch, and hung some new art that Alex picked out. There were other, littler, things as well, of course. Alex’s collection of mugs from towns where he’d done political events scattered themselves all throughout the house within a week—on every floor—and his textbooks were always on the coffee table now, right next to Henry’s mix of business and child psychology books related to his work at the shelter. Not to mention Alex’s complete takeover of the spice cabinet.
Alex loved it. He loved having a space that was such a perfect blend of both of them. But there was one project he’d been wanting to do that he hadn’t been able to pull off yet, because Henry had always been home, and Alex wanted it to be a surprise. Which was why, when they’d been invited to another christening for another cousin of Henry’s, Alex had politely declined, saying he was just too busy with schoolwork. Henry had grumbled and lamented how much he hated going to such things alone these days, but Alex had successfully gotten him out the door anyway. Which gave him three whole days to get his project done. And a couple days for them to unwind together after Henry got home, before either of them were needed for anything else.
As Alex hauled all the materials for his project up the four flights of stairs from the unfinished basement to their bedroom, he contemplated the fact that he really needed to come up with excuses for getting up to secrety things that did not involve law school. Henry was going to catch on eventually. Alex was amazed he’d even pulled this one off, given that he’d actually been hoarding the supplies for about two weeks now, hiding it among the chaos of their basement remodel. (They were turning the front half into a small home gym, as both were tired of the amount of attention they got trying to go to any sort of public gym.)
There had recently been a minor security threat at the White House, so all the packages had been opened and checked already, but that was fine. Alex had been very strategic in what he ordered. None of it stood out in any way, the majority well disguised by their renovation. He sorted it all out onto the floor of the bedroom, along with his tools, then stepped back to look over everything and make his plan of action.
The brownstone, like most older buildings in New York, had been renovated many times throughout its life. This had resulted in, among other things, a very strange layout to the third floor where their bedroom was. It was hard to tell for sure, but Alex guessed that at one point there had been another, smaller, bedroom there that had eventually been subdivided into two closets that now attached to the larger main bedroom. This meant that the layout of the west side of their bedroom went: excessively large closet, excessively large closet, bathroom. The first closet shared a wall with the hallway, and the bathroom had an exterior wall. Which left the middle closet isolated, connecting only to their neighbor. And the neighbor on that side was rarely ever in town.
When Alex moved in, Henry had given him the middle closet. Alex had laughed, trying to imagine how he would ever need that much space. Sure, his wardrobe had expanded more than a little now that he was even more of a public figure, but not that much. The closet was bigger than his bedroom back home in Texas. Henry had shrugged and said he didn’t know what else they’d use the space for.
Alex knew.
He knew exactly what they could use the space for.
“I swear, if my cousins don’t stop having children, I’m going to lose my mind,” Henry groused, digging through his closet for something to change into while Alex leaned against the doorframe, waiting for Henry to notice his project. “We are not christening any of our future children, Alex. We’ll raise them to know what different religions are, and they can make their own choice when they are old enough to do so. I don’t care if it kills my grandmother.”
Alex chuckled. “I’m okay with that. The plan for our kids and the maybe killing your grandmother part.”
Henry snorted, slipping into a t-shirt and sweats. It wasn’t until he turned to leave the closet that he finally pulled up short. “Your clothes are in here?”
“They are in here,” Alex said with a grin. “I found a different use for the middle closet, and I’m amazed you didn’t notice it the second you walked into the room.”
Henry, looking curious, stepped back into the bedroom and turned to look at where the closet door had been, only to find it gone. It had been replaced by a inset bookshelf, the front flush against the wall. Alex had been very deliberate in which books migrated from the rest of the house to sit on that shelf. They were all queer, or by queer authors, and sex positive in some manner.
Henry turned to look at him, eyebrows raised.
“The bookshelf is, slightly, superfluous to this whole affair,” Alex admitted, running his thumbnail back and forth over the tips of his fingers while he tried to gage Henry’s reaction. “But who doesn’t want a secret room hidden behind a bookshelf? Honestly, you’d think dating a prince, and the son of James Bond, would’ve gained me access to more secret passageways but no, you haven’t taken me down one secret passageway or into one hidden room.”
“Half the doors at Buckingham blend into the wall!” Henry laughed. “Do you have any idea how lost I got the first time I got drunk?”
Alex burst out laughing. “No, but now you have to tell me. But later.” Alex waved him towards the shelf.
Henry stepped closer, eyes scanning the titles before he turned back to give Alex a withering look. “Alexander. What is on the other side of this shelf?”
“Slide out the one on queer sex in the old west and you’ll find out.”
Henry let out a choked laugh and did as told, the magnet Alex had taped into the back activating the lock with a loud click, the bookcase swinging back an inch. Music, decently loud music that had been totally inaudible before unless you really paid attention, flowed out into the room. Alex sauntered past Henry, pushing the bookshelf open entirely, allowing the music to get even louder. He went over to the speaker and hit pause, then turned back to look at Henry with a smirk.
Henry’s mouth was hanging open as he took one step into the room, looking over everything. The back and front walls were hung with thick, black, velvet floor-to-ceiling curtains for soundproofing, and the back of the bookcase was insulated to keep the sound in as well. The other walls, in spots where they were open, were covered in acoustic panels (a purchase Alex had disguised by using half of them in the closet of his office, to make a room for recording podcast interviews that he’d been doing more and more of lately).
In the middle of the room, set against the back wall, was a full sized bed on a very sturdy metal frame (probably the most risky purchase, but technically it was just a bed, even if the design of it might be convenient for other activities besides sleeping). Said frame had poles and crossbars to hold up a canopy (or other things) as well, and lots of slats making up the headboard. Along the left wall, Alex had installed a row of cabinets and a small sink, plumbed in from the bathroom on the other side. (Which, admittedly, was probably not how his abuelo had expected the carpentry skills he’d taught Alex as a kid to be used, but o’well.) There was a minifridge there as well, full of sports drinks and cold water, as well as a tray of icecubes in the small freezer compartment. On the opposite side the original closet built-ins were still in place, but now the fancy shelves and drawers and hangers held things like rope and a couple riding crops and the handful of other toys they already owned. Alex had intended to buy more toys as well, but that would have to wait until all their packages weren’t getting opened anymore. There were certain things their security just did not need to know about.
Alex leaned against the end of the bed, the mattress of which which was at hip height, and grinned. “Thoughts, baby?”
“You…” Henry’s voice cracked and he yanked at the collar of his shirt. “You did this in three days?”
“I did indeed.” Alex was grinning so wide his face hurt. “We’ve been having so much fun exploring new things lately, so I just figured having a dedicated space to do that might be nice. A hidden space.” The implication was clear, but neither of them commented on it. No need to think about how little privacy they had much of the time. Not right now.
Henry swallowed heavily, eyes sweeping over the room once more before they settled on Alex with a deadly level of focus. Henry kept the eye contact, backing up and reaching out behind him to close the bookshelf. The lock clicked loudly in the silent room. With the door closed, the room was now lit only by hazy light from the filtered lamps in each corner.
“You look far too smug about your little project, Alexander,” Henry said, staying where he was.
Alex let his grin turn lazy, smirky, his head falling to one side. “Oh? I guess you’ll have to come do something about that, then.”
“Clothes off. Now,” Henry ordered.
Alex closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the heat in Henry’s tone. He’d thought about tying himself up under his clothes before Henry got home, just to see Henry’s reaction, but he still sort of sucked at doing that himself. It was hard to get the tension right on a lot of the knots.
Once Alex’s clothes were stripped off and tossed in a hamper in the corner, Henry strode over and gripped his chin tightly, kissing him just as hard. Breaking away, Henry shoved at Alex’s chest, sending him toppling back onto the bed. Alex gasped, heart racing, as he stared up at the ceiling he’d painted a deep blue that he’d picked because it was the same shade as Henry’s eyes in the dark.
Henry stood at the end of the bed, situating himself between Alex’s dangling legs and lightly grazed his fingernails down Alex’s sides, making him shudder.
“Tell me what you want, Alexander,” Henry said.
“Thought I was in trouble?” Alex gasped.
Henry dug his nails in just above Alex’s hip bones. “Who says you aren’t?”
Alex eyed Henry warily, trying to figure out where this was going. Henry didn’t usually let him make requests if he was being punished. The fact that he was doing it now made Alex suspicious.
“Five. Four. Th—”
“The big one,” Alex said, before Henry could make it to one. He knew, no matter what, he’d make it out of this night feeling so satisfied and taken care of that it felt like he was floating. But that didn’t mean Henry wouldn’t draw it out and edge him for half the night if Alex didn’t play along. Which was plenty of fun in and of itself, but not what he wanted right now.
Henry hummed, eyes roving over the room. The dildo in question was sitting on a shelf with a couple others. It was a little over three inches wide, and had a touch more than five inches of insertable length. They’d only used it once so far, but Alex had been so worked up he’d orgasmed before it could press all the way inside. This time, he was determined to take every inch.
Henry let his eyes settle back on Alex. “It’ll hurt.”
Alex shivered, feeling himself start to get hard. It had taken a little while to get fully in the mood with the nerves of how Henry might react. But he seemed as into it as Alex had hoped.
“Promise?” Alex asked.
Henry smirked, stepping away and rummaging through the drawers and shelves. He did it so slowly Alex knew it had to be intentional. Half the damn things were empty, but Henry still looked through them as if they were full. A whine tried to bubble its way out from between his lips, but Alex bit it back, trying to be good.
As if he sensed it, Henry glanced back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You’re being quiet.”
“You’re being a tease,” Alex returned.
One of the drawers, which Alex hadn’t realized was open, closed with a sharp click and Alex’s eyes went wide when he realized what Henry was holding. A cock ring. One that not only wrapped around a person’s penis and balls, but had a little nub that hung down at the back, a vibrator encased inside.
“Thought we didn’t combine things on the first try of something new,” Alex said, voice hoarse with anticipation.
“The only thing new tonight is the room, not anything I’m specifically planning on doing to you,” Henry replied. He used a little lube to slide the ring into place and Alex finally whimpered, bucking up into Henry’s hand once the ring was settled up against him. Henry stroked him gently until Alex was fully hard, the ring pressing tight up against his skin. “Color?”
“Green,” Alex said, hips still twitching even when Henry pulled his hand away. “I didn’t take the big one all the way last time, though.”
Henry hummed, going back to the built-ins and selecting two coils of silky black rope that had been hung on the wall. “No, but I think that was mostly my fault. I pushed you a little too quickly. That won’t be happening tonight. I know you can take it. You’ve taken my hand enough times, plus that time we tried double penetration with a vibrator, which we really do need to do again one of these days, because that was fantastic.”
Alex groaned, in full agreement but too distracted by watching as Henry came around to the side of the bed to say anything about it. Henry leaned over above Alex’s head and threaded one end of the rope through the slats at the center of the headboard, then gestured for Alex to raise his arms above his head. Alex did as requested, eyes falling shut as he reveled in the feeling of Henry looping the rope around his wrists several times, deftly tying Alex’s hands in place.
Henry kissed his forehead once, then leaned back. “Tightness?”
Alex wiggled his fingers and gave a few experimental tugs. “It’s perfect.”
Henry nodded and uncoiled the second rope, kneeling on the bed and threading it through the slats until it went across the whole headboard, one end trailing out onto the bed at each side. Sliding one hand under Alex’s closest knee, Henry pulled it up and pressed it against Alex’s shoulder. Alex couldn’t quite hold it in that position on his own when Henry let go to tie it in place there, but Henry didn’t seem to mind. When the knot was done—a very complicated one Alex one-hundred-percent did not understand—Henry did the same to the other side.
“Tightness?” Henry asked, coming around to stand between Alex’s legs once more. He had a little smirk that made Alex very suspicious, which was a strange feeling to have when he was now fully bound with his ass in the air and a ring around his dick.
“Good…” Alex said.
Henry smiled and leaned forward, grabbing the two trailing ends of rope at Alex’s knees. Wrapping each one around his fist once, he yanked. Alex yelped at the feeling of the rope moving against his skin fast enough for it to have a slight burn. The ropes around his legs hadn’t tightened any, but somehow Henry had tied them in such a manner that, when pulled, they’d shortened the length between Alex’s knees and the headboard, pulling his ass up into the air a few inches.
“Tightness?” Henry asked innocently.
“Oh my god,” Alex gasped, body shaking. He felt…he didn’t know what he felt. It was a strange mix of what he knew damn well was a competency kink, along with a dash of feeling extremely vulnerable yet also incredibly taken care of. “Good. It’s good. Green. Fuck. How did you do that?”
If someone had asked Alex several years earlier if he’d ever be turned on by someone talking about sailing knots, he would have laughed at them. But now, as Henry leaned into his accent and started sliding his fingers in and out of Alex’s hole as he talked, Alex probably would’ve told that hypothetical person there was nothing hotter than a guy who knew how to tie a good knot.
“I hope you know,” Henry said as he added a third finger, “that this little room of yours, all the effort you put into making it quiet, just means I’m going to have to see how loud I can make you.”
Alex was so focused on the feeling of Henry’s fingers sliding in and out, it took a moment for the words to register.
“Fuck.”
Henry smirked and started to roll his fingers back and forth over Alex’s prostate, massaging it steadily. The shocks of sensation danced through Alex’s body, making him keen and moan, but, due to the way he was tied, he could hardly reciprocate the movements. He just had to take it. Take whatever Henry offered.
“You know,” Henry said, conversationally. “I do rather like the idea of this room. But there’s just so much space left. What do you think we should fill it with?”
Alex had been struggling to keep his eyes open, but he still caught the very deliberate grin on Henry’s face as he continued to work his fingers over Alex’s prostate.
“Answer, Alexander,” Henry said, giving one very steady push that had Alex seeing stars.
Alex groaned, trying to remember what words were and how they worked. “Paddles,” he gasped finally.
Henry grinned, still not letting up. “The crops not enough for you?”
Alex shook his head.
“Very well. Paddles. Color?”
“Gre-green,” Alex managed.
“Good. What else do you want in here?”
Alex whimpered, hips desperately twitching against the restraints and cock twitching against the ring around its base. Henry hadn’t turned on the little vibrator that dangled from it yet, though. Maybe he could…
“Vibrators,” Alex tried, hoping Henry would take the hint.
Henry did take it, but Alex knew from the look on Henry’s face that he’d taken it a little too well, and had probably been angling for this from the beginning.
“Well, funny you should mention that,” Henry said. He pulled his fingers free from Alex’s ass, sliding them up and grabbing the little dangling vibrator. Alex heard it turn on before Henry let go and stepped back, leaving the little nub dancing against the sensitive skin above Alex’s asshole. But without any pressure the sensation was hardly there. Just a tease, at best.
Alex whimpered, desperately hoping Henry would slide his fingers back inside now, maybe use his thumb to press the vibrator into place as his fingers worked.
“Color?” Henry asked.
Alex groaned. He wanted more, and he wanted it now. But, all things considered. “Green.”
“Good.” Henry leaned in without warning and flicked the tip of his tongue over the head of Alex’s dick, making him yelp. Henry, still bent over slightly, smiled up at Alex from between his legs. “Now, close your eyes. I’m going to step out and get something from my luggage, but I’ll leave the door open and be back in just a minute. Is all of that okay?”
A thousand thoughts whipped through Alex’s mind, but he managed to nod, and close his eyes.
“Good. Keep them closed until I say.” With that, Henry blew a cool breath over Alex’s dick, making him shiver, before Alex heard him step away and lift the lock to swing the bookcase open.
It was like every sensation ratcheted up to ten all of a sudden. Knowing that he was alone now, left with nothing but the fading ache of Henry’s fingers, the bite of the ropes, and the soft, useless buzz of the little vibrator, made every sensation come alive in a different way than before. Even knowing Henry would be back within moments didn’t matter.
“Henry!” Alex gasped when he heard Henry come back. He kept his eyes closed, though, as instructed.
“Is everything alright, love?” Henry asked, a hint of worry in his voice. He wasn’t at the foot of the bed like Alex had thought, but somewhere over by the shelves.
“I need—I need you to do that again,” Alex panted. “Leave me like this. Not tonight. But. Fuck. Please.”
Henry let out a little, clearly relieved chuckle. “Well alright. We’ll have to figure out a system for you to safeword when I’m not in the room, but we’ll deal with that later. For tonight…” Henry trailed off.
Alex heard what sounded like a box being opened, and the crinkle of some sort of stiff plastic. He was hyperaware of Henry’s footsteps, and couldn’t help but whine when Henry crossed the room without touching him once.
“Impatient, are we?” Henry said.
Alex heard the sink turn on and couldn’t help but whine again. “Need you.”
“Tell me something else you want in the room,” Henry replied. “I’m not going to touch you again until you come up with at least three more things.”
“You’re terrible,” Alex groaned.
“I’m not the one delaying our fun,” Henry answered. “Three things, Alexander.”
He’d come back to stand at the end of the bed now. Alex could feel the weight of Henry’s presence between his legs, even if Henry wasn’t touching him.
Alex cast around his sex addled brain, trying to remember all the things he wanted to experiment with with Henry. “Candles. Hot wax.”
“Easy to get. Next?”
“Those—those little spiky roller things,” Alex managed. He couldn’t think of what they were called, but he figured it was close enough.
Henry chuckled. “Yes, alright. Last one?”
“Nipple clamps,” Alex said.
“We can do that.” Henry pressed two heavily lubed up fingers inside Alex in one quick motion, making him gasp. He almost, almost, let his eyes fly open at the shock, but he managed to keep them closed. Henry did exactly as Alex had been hoping earlier and used the thumb of the same hand to press the vibrator firmly into place. The little thing wasn’t all that powerful, honestly, but it was enough to make Alex quiver as Henry quickly added a third finger, getting Alex back to where he was before.
“Now that we’ve established what you want to add in here,” Henry said. “Here is what I am going to add: a swing, and some hooks in the ceiling that can hold your weight with or without the swing.” Alex groaned, imagining it already. “And some sort of fuck machine, so I can, apparently, leave you in here all to yourself.”
Alex whimpered, desperately glad to have pulled this all off. If it weren’t for the ring pressing into him, he would’ve come at the mere idea of Henry leaving him alone to be fucked senseless by a machine that Henry set up.
As suddenly as they’d pressed back inside, Henry’s fingers were gone.
“You’re doing so good, Alexander. Color?” Henry asked.
“Gr—green,” Alex managed. “But I need more, please, Henry. Sir. Please.”
“That’s what you’re about to get. But you must keep your eyes closed for now, alright, love? I got you something special while I was out, and I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
Alex shuddered at Henry’s tone, but nodded. “Okay, Sir.”
“Good. Stay relaxed, darling.”
A very tender kiss was placed to the inside of Alex’s knee, and then there was something pressing up against his hole. It was firm and round, with just the slightest bit of give to it. The pressure was immense, forcing him open little by little. Alex panted, his head arching back into the mattress as it just kept going. It was coated in thick lube, and Alex could feel the excess dripping down over him.
“Relax,” Henry said, voice gentle as he drew out the word. “I’ve got you. I’d never give you more than you can handle.”
Alex shivered, trying to get his body to listen. They’d crossed the boundary between pressure and pain now, just slightly, and Alex ached to press himself towards it. To make it hurt more, the way he so enjoyed, but with his binds he was completely at Henry’s mercy.
The toy, whatever it was, kept going. Kept pressing. Kept getting bigger. Alex’s whole body was hot, every ounce of his focus drawn to the feeling of it slowly entering him. Pulling him open as wide as he could go.
“Just a little more, darling, you’re doing so good,” Henry encouraged.
“It hurts,” Alex gasped, fingers curling in his binds, nails digging into the rope. “Fuck. Please. Please.”
“I’ve got you,” Henry said. “Color?”
“Green.”
“Good.”
There was a firm push and Alex felt his hole close slightly over a ridge in the toy. Before he could even wonder at the shape of it, the pressure was back, sliding in deeper. Alex twitched and shook, the pain racing up and down his body, erupting out of his throat in screams and yells.
“You’re so beautiful,” Henry whispered. “I can’t wait for you to see what I’m doing to you right now.”
Three more ridges slid inside Alex before he felt the flare of the base press up against him, making him sob. Whatever was inside him right now, it was huge, and it hurt. Every muscle in his body ached from clenching against the feeling of wanting the thing out but also desperately wanting it to stay exactly where it was. He’d gone a little soft from how overwhelming it was, but the second it was seated inside, held in by a lip above the base, Henry’s hand was stroking Alex back to full hardness.
“I want you to think before you answer. Color, Alex?” Henry asked.
Alex flexed his hips slightly, the only thing he could do to further the sensations of what was happening to him right now. He did feel overwhelmed by it. Massively overwhelmed. But his body was adjusting, and his head felt clear. Sex addled, yes, but clear of everything else. That was why he liked this so much. It forced him to focus. To be in that moment and only that moment.
“Green,” Alex croaked, his voice already hoarse.
“Good. Open your eyes for me.”
Alex did, though it took him a minute to get his eyes to focus. Henry was leaning towards him, one hand resting on Alex’s ass, the thumb running lightly back and forth just along the edge of the base of the toy while his other hand continued to gently stroke Alex. He looked fucking gorgeous; perfectly styled hair gone all mussed and sweaty, smile crooked, face artistically lit by the dim lamps. He’d taken his clothes off at some point, Alex wasn’t sure when.
“I can’t believe what you let me do to you, Alexander,” he said, bending down to give Alex a kiss. The movement put Henry’s weight against Alex, pushing the toy a little deeper and the vibrator up against Alex’s skin once more. Alex had forgotten it was on, so distracted by the feeling of the toy being pressed inside. But now. The combination of the overfull sensation of the toy and even the little vibrations had Alex breaking the kiss to scream. Henry grinned, not pulling away, but instead thrusting his hips a few times to make it happen again.
“Color?” Henry asked once he, apparently, decided he was done.
Alex whimpered. He knew if he said yellow, or red, Henry would listen immediately. But, as overwhelming as it all was, he wanted to go just a little farther. Just a little.
“Green.”
“Alright then. Watch.” Henry stood up straight once more and placed his hand that had been on Alex’s ass over the flared base of the toy where it was still settled snuggly between Alex’s asscheeks. With the way Henry had tied him, Alex had a perfect view of Henry wrapping his fingers around the base and it very suddenly occurred to Alex that said base was bigger than Henry’s palm.
“Oh god,” Alex moaned, breaths coming faster as Henry, smiling knowingly, started to pull the toy out as slowly as he’d pressed it in, other hand still working over Alex’s dick. “Oh god. Oh god.”
His words dissolved into useless pants and moans as Henry just kept pulling. Each ridge made him shout as it slipped free, and Alex couldn’t take his eyes off it. Some distant part of his brain tried to supply measurements to the thing, but all he could consciously process was big. Bigger than any of their other toys. And it had been inside him. Henry had put it inside him.
The second the last of it slipped free, Alex desperately wanted it back. All of it. He wanted to watch every inch slide back inside. Wanted to know when each ridge was coming.
“Again,” he gasped, voice raw.
“You sure?” Henry asked, the toy hovering just above Alex’s skin.
“Again,” Alex demanded.
Henry smiled and pressed it back in. It went a little smoother this time, a little easier, but it still hurt. Each ridge made Alex jolt and whimper. When it was seated fully inside once more Henry only left it there for a moment before he was pulling it back out again. He thrust it several more times, eyes watching Alex carefully as he worked.
Alex could feel it coming on, not an orgasm, though that was building too. But that level of bliss where he just couldn’t think anymore. Couldn’t respond if he wanted to. Where the whole world just went blank with pleasure and pain. Henry had only gotten him there a couple of times so far, but Alex lived for it, lived for that moment when the switch flipped and his whole existence became nothing but sensations. When he had to trust Henry completely, because even safewords might be out of the question.
Suddenly the toy seated all the way inside and stopped. Before Alex could try to figure out what was going on, he felt it: the growing vibrations that were not coming from the cock ring. They were deep inside, steady and gaining power.
He screamed. It was the only thing he could do. There weren’t words for how good it felt, for the way it shook him to his core. Without warning the pressure from the cockring was gone and his orgasm ripped through him, coming in crashing wave after wave until the world went black.
Alex was sort of aware, just barely, of Henry peppering him with kisses and praises as he untied him, softly massaging his useless limbs. But mostly he was just floating, body still a quivering mess of oversensitive nerves that wouldn’t stop firing. The toy was gone.
Henry climbed onto the bed and knelt next to Alex, carefully pulling him up so he was fully on the bed. “Give me a color when you can, love.”
“’S green,” Alex mumbled, clumsily reaching out to try and pull Henry down onto the bed with him.
Henry relented, leaning in to nuzzle against Alex’s face, kissing along his jaw. “Can I fuck you?” He whispered.
Alex nodded, not caring that he’d already come, that he’d be so oversensitive now it would hurt. Henry loved fucking Alex after sessions like this, and it all turned him on so much it never took that long for him to get off. Alex was more than willing to enjoy a little extra pain so Henry could end the night well himself.
Henry pressed one last kiss against Alex’s jaw, then helped Alex to roll onto his stomach, one leg pulled up towards his chest. Henry slotted in behind him, kissing Alex’s shoulder as he did. Alex whimpered when Henry slid inside, clinging to the pillow and biting down on one corner.
“You’re so fucking hot, Alexander,” Henry muttered against Alex’s skin. “Feels like a bloody inferno inside you.” He snapped his hips once, hard, making Alex yelp.
Usually, when Henry fucked Alex to finish up a session, he did it quickly. The finale to a long night of slow torment. But this time he didn’t. This time he went slow, alternating between long, gentle thrusts and quick, sharp snaps, all of which dragged against every raw part of Alex, both inside and out. It drew out the pain that had been inflicted by the toy, keeping it from fading away. Alex flailed one arm back over his shoulder until he was able to grab a fistful of Henry’s hair, pressing him closer.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Alex begged. He could feel himself getting hard again and was desperate to see how far they could push it.
Henry obliged, shifting so that he was almost on top of Alex, pinning him against the mattress. He bit down on Alex’s shoulder, starting to thrust a little harder, a little quicker.
Alex sobbed, rocking his hips between Henry and the mattress. When his second orgasm came, it wasn’t like the first. Not so overwhelming, but somehow still entirely too much. Henry came at nearly the same time, muttering curses and praises in equal measure as his body shook against Alex’s. They stayed like that, both panting and Henry still buried deep inside Alex, for a long moment.
“Fu-fuck,” Henry gasped eventually. “You’ve never—never came twice before. Color?”
“What—whatever’s beyond—beyond green,” Alex stuttered out, whimpering when Henry finally slipped out of him.
“I love you,” Henry said, keeping his body draped over Alex and kissing the still sore bitemark on his shoulder. “You’re extraordinary.”
They stayed like that for awhile, Alex fading in and out of awareness as his body and mind tried to reckon with what had just happened. Different things drew his focus at different times, everything else ceasing to exist when they did. The burning ache in his ass. The fading ache in his shoulder from the firm bite. The static under his skin. The peaceful, drifting emptiness of his mind.
Alex whined when Henry finally pulled away, but Henry didn’t go far, just to the mini-fridge. He came back with a bottle of Gatorade that he helped Alex sit up slightly and drink, taking the last few sips for himself.
“Can you talk about it now, or do we need to wait until morning?” Henry asked.
“Morning,” Alex mumbled, slumping against Henry.
Henry kissed his forehead. “Alright. I’m going to get a cloth and get you cleaned up, then we’ll go to bed, alright?”
Alex hummed his agreement. “But I don’t think I can walk right now.”
Henry let out a breathy little laugh. “No, I don’t imagine you can.”
Alex, sprawled on his stomach, woke up to sunlight on his skin and fingers lightly stroking up and down his back. It made him smile, this little morning routine after a heavy session.
“Color?” Henry asked, voice soft.
“Green,” Alex croaked, coughing and trying to clear his throat after.
Henry chuckled and rolled over to dig around in the nightstand, coming back with a coughdrop that he unwrapped and handed over. Alex popped it into his mouth gratefully.
“How did you get hold of that toy while you were over there?” Alex said, sucking on the drop.
“Carefully,” Henry said. “But I won’t lie, it was kind of exhilarating knowing I snuck it into the palace, and then into my luggage, without anyone knowing.”
Alex raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
Henry blushed and buried his face into his pillow, making Alex laugh. Alex wiggled over to snuggle a little closer and Henry threw an arm over him, pulling him in, kissing Alex’s temple as he did.
“You liked it though? The toy?” Henry asked.
Alex snorted. “You’re joking, right? The thing literally made me black out. I fucking loved it. And then you made me come again.”
Henry huffed out a laugh. “Are you capable of expressing any sort of sentiment without the addition of vulgarity?”
“Not after a night like that, no. Your turn. Do you really like the room?” Alex pulled his face out of the pillow slightly so he could see Henry.
“I do,” Henry replied earnestly. “You’re right, it’s…nice, knowing we have that hidden space to do whatever we want in. That we can get as many toys and as much gear as we want, and have a safe place to keep all of it where we won’t be scrambling to hide things in a dozen other places. However—” he looked at Alex with mock graveness “—the cowboy sex book might be a little on the nose.”
Alex burst out laughing. “Ow. Don’t make me do that, it hurts.”
“You deserve it,” Henry returned.
Alex stuck his tongue out at him, only to be rewarded with Henry slipping a finger down between Alex’s asscheeks and dragging a finger over his aching hole. He didn’t push inside, but it still made Alex gasp and his eyes water.
“Love you,” Henry said, a grin in his tone as he pulled his finger away.
“You’re so mean,” Alex whined. “Love you too.”
Henry chuckled.
Alex peeked out at him again, having buried his face back into the pillow. “Are you really going to buy me a fuck machine?”
“I forgot about that,” Henry admitted. “You were being quite distracting at the time. Do you want one?”
Alex nodded against the pillow.
“What kind?”
Alex shrugged. “I don’t really know what’s out there.”
Henry smirked, a hint of deliciously dangerous promise in his expression. “Well, then I suppose you have some research to keep you occupied while you laze in bed all day, don’t you?”