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“I love you like this,” Henry murmurs, his voice filled with wonder. He’s in complete awe at the sight before him. Alex is a marvel to look at, after all. “Desperate and eager to please. You’re so good for me, darling. Don’t stop.”
Don’t stop.
As if Alex could possibly find the willpower to cease the frenzied movement of his hips and the way his bare cock rubs helplessly against the pillow beneath him. A strangled whine escapes the back of his throat at Henry’s words, the praise, and Alex grapples at their shared duvet. He tucks his face into his shoulder and places the fabric between his teeth to stifle any further noises.
Alex’s attempt to silence himself is futile. Henry immediately wraps his fingers around Alex’s wrist and makes a sound of disapproval, one that Alex doesn’t want to hear again for the rest of the night. When Henry gently squeezes Alex’s wrist, he knows to slacken his hold. He unfurls his fist and relaxes his jaw, but his tongue continues to feel like a heavy weight inside his mouth. Alex swallows. Exhales.
“Look at me, love,” Henry says. The softness that underlies his tone ignites the ever-growing flame in Alex’s stomach. Alex tilts his head up, the mattress further tussling his halo of curls, and easily finds the pair of pretty blue eyes that threaten to drown his very existence. The corner of Henry’s mouth that Alex adores lifts in a smile. “You know better than to hide from me. I want to see you. Hear you. I want all of you, Alex.”
Henry rubs a thumb over the delicate skin on the inside of Alex’s wrist. After a moment, he lays his palm across the small of Alex’s back, fingertips pressing into the dimples adorned there, before trailing his hand along the dip of Alex’s spine. Henry maps the expanse of skin with reverent touches before reaching the nape of Alex’s neck. With a contented sigh, Henry gently tightens his grip and delights in the shiver that wracks Alex’s body.
“You’re safe with me. Let go.”
“Henry,” Alex whines, his hips canting forward weakly. He can feel his pent-up arousal smear along the underside of his cock, wetting the pillowcase. Alex would probably be more embarrassed about his sheer display of desperation if it weren’t for Henry’s heady gaze and tender command spurring him on.
While Henry’s hands traverse miles of brown skin, Alex maintains a rather unsteady roll of his hips into the pillow sandwiched between his pelvis and the bed. The noises parting Alex’s bitten lips are unbridled, but they sound absolutely feeble as he attempts to chase a sense of friction he simply won’t find in the position he’s in.
“Please, baby,” Alex begs, “please.”
Alex watches Henry’s chest deflate as he releases a shaky breath. The slight crumble in Henry’s resolve happens so quickly that it’d be unnoticeable to anyone else, but Alex knows him better than most.
“Baby.” Alex pathetically grinds his cock against the unfavorable plushness of the material below him and furrows his eyebrows in frustration. He’s becoming antsy with every pitiful jerk of his hips. Tears sting the corners of Alex’s eyes, blurring his vision. “It’s not enough, Hen. I can’t– I need more, please, please–”
“Fuck,” Henry chokes out, his hands stilling just below Alex’s ass. “Christ, Alex, you’re beautiful when you beg.” He presses a palm into the flesh of one of Alex’s thighs, the tips of his fingers drumming along the skin, and fixes him with a heated look. “I’ll give you what you need, love. Come here.”
Alex’s arms shake as he tries to lift himself up. Henry notices, grabs him by the waist, and maneuvers him effortlessly into his own lap. The strength Henry wields travels straight to Alex’s core, and he can’t help but let out a strangled moan. His thighs bracket Henry’s hips and the head of his cock rubs against his happy trail.
“You’re so wet,” Henry muses. He trails a light finger along Alex’s length and admires the crimson flush painting his face. Alex bucks forward with a breathy whine and drapes his arms over Henry’s shoulders. “So pretty."
“Put your hands on me,” Alex whimpers, threading his fingers through the blonde locks grazing the back of Henry’s neck. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart.”
Henry hums, considering, before looking at Alex through his lashes. Alex’s curls are in disarray around his face, his eyes are hazy with lust, and his skin is glistening in a light sheen of sweat. He’s as breathtaking as he always is, but even more so when he allows Henry to take care of him in ways no one else can.
Another restless noise from Alex has Henry pushing the waistband of his briefs down, just enough to expose his cock in the space between them. He’s as hard as Alex is, and his tip is a faint pink, dribbling with pre-come, aching to be touched. Without a second thought, Henry shifts his thighs to jostle Alex forward and takes both of their cocks in his hands, his long fingers wrapping around the newfound girth skillfully. Henry dips his chin toward his chest and opens his mouth until a string of spit meets where they’re connected.
“Oh,” Alex breathes, tightening his hold in Henry’s hair, “my fucking god.”
With the use of both hands, Henry begins a steady pace, stroking himself and Alex with fervor. He twists his wrists and thumbs over the crowns of their cocks on every upstroke, the combination of pre-come and spit easing the way.
“How does that feel, darling?”
“S’good, baby.” Alex leans in to rest his head against Henry’s temple and inhales deeply, his lips grazing the shell of Henry’s ear, “Wanna come. Wanna come with you.”
The words send a thrill of arousal up Henry’s spine. He works his hands faster, meets every thrust of Alex’s hips with quick, practiced strokes, and relishes in the stuttered exhales ghosting his pulsepoint—a telltale sign of Alex’s impending orgasm.
“Alex,” Henry gasps, “I want you to come all over my hands while I get us both off. I want you to make a mess because you’ve been such a good boy tonight. Show me, my love, come for me–”
As Henry continues his ministrations, Alex’s body seizes and he comes with a loud cry. He rocks forward in Henry’s lap and drops his head in the crook of his neck, mouthing needily at his collarbone. The feeling of Alex’s cock pulsing against Henry’s own sends him toppling over the edge seconds later, spurting along his stomach and chest. He strokes the both of them through their orgasms before freeing himself from his grip.
Henry uses their combined release to work Alex further, pumping his cock with a tight fist in an attempt to keep him hard. Alex whines loudly into Henry’s neck with every excruciating pass of his hand. When Henry uses his palm to swipe at the head of Alex’s cock, his thighs begin to quiver and he chokes around a sob, “Can’t. Too much. Too much."
“It’s okay, darling, I’ve got you,” Henry says, wonderstruck. He pulls his hand away and rests it on the dip of Alex’s waist, rubbing soothingly at the warmed skin with his thumb. Henry tilts his head to the side to kiss Alex’s hair gently. “You’re lovely.”
They bask in the afterglow of their orgasms for a while, taking a moment to steady their breathing while they hold each other tenderly, despite the drying come marking them both. Alex leans back first, his arms still wrapped around Henry’s shoulders, as he mumbles, “You know, I think you’re the menace in this relationship.”
A wild laugh tumbles past Henry’s lips. He squeezes Alex’s side and blinks slowly, feigning innocence. “Am I?”
Alex rolls his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m still half-hard because of you.”
“Well,” Henry says pointedly, “how else do you expect me to ride you until you’re crying and begging me to stop?”