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It was a power play. Everything about the evening was a preestablished power play kink. Threads of texts back and forth between Henry and Alex discussing their limits for the night, even down to the meal Henry was currently making. Most of all, however, was the outfit Henry was currently in. It was a maid costume, one that Alex had spent far too much money to get the exact way he wanted. The dress fell to Henry’s mid-thighs, the black fabric ruffled around the bottom. The top was cut low enough that if he’d had any more fat around his pecs, there would have been cleavage; especially with the way the apron pressed into his chest. The apron was also full of ruffles, white and made to give a cute hourglass effect. That worked on Henry’s figure, love handles making curves, his ass making the back of the dress just a few inches shorter than the front. There were matching stockings and garters, but per Alex’s request, he was in plain white thigh highs. Well, also currently his house slippers, which were black and a bit fuzzy, very comfortable. Underneath the dress was the prettiest pair of white lace panties; they fit just a bit too tight, cutting into the cheeks of Henry’s ass, making it look like his flesh bulged out of the fabric. Those stockings fit much the same way, cutting into his thighs, creating puffs of pale skin bursting from the top cuffs. The whole outfit was obscene, constricting, slutty, and Henry loved it.
This had begun a few weeks ago, when Henry offered some new ideas, he’d like to try, to his husband. Alex had been more than willing to listen, but when Henry started saying things like ‘free use’, ‘housewife’, and ‘maledom’, he could physically see Alex’s brain break. Henry had to explain most of them to Alex, starting with free use, that was easier, ‘the meaning is the name’, he’d gotten through easily enough with that: ‘Whatever you want, whenever you want it, no matter what.’ As long as there was a safe word involved, Alex had agreed immediately, with a grin on his face, in fact. The other two, Henry had to explain a bit better. The feminization, the servitude; it wasn’t that he wanted it all the time, he wanted it on kink premises, and only once and a while. Alex had learned by now that Henry occasionally wanted to use all that princely blood in his veins, other times he wanted to submit hard enough to embarrass his ancestors; this wasn’t much different. So, a housewife, pretty and perfect, living to serve her hard-working husband and nothing else, it was easy enough to make Alex understand that. The maledom bit followed suit.
“If I’m nothing but your perfect sweet submissive wife who lives to serve and fuck you, it’s not hard to understand how some dirty talk could come into that, right? To lean into your natural place above me and make sure I stay in my own.”
Alex had seemed apprehensive, they were both men after all, that was the point of this. But Henry had made it abundantly clear it was all sexual. He’d reassured Alex that he thought the patriarchy had its place; which was demolished. Funny thing for a former prince to say, Alex had pointed out. But he’d understood when Henry explained it was about how attracted he was to Alex’s masculine physical qualities; Henry was after all gay. He wanted a chance to worship them, while being able to turn off his brain for a bit.
That made sense to Alex, Henry who had begged Alex to grow out his facial hair, only to rub up against his beard like a cat. To the point that Alex often picked blond hairs out of his facial hair in the mornings. Henry who nuzzled, and licked, and rubbed Alex’s chest hair, as well as any other body hair he could get to, wherever he had the chance. Henry who had sighed deeply with an air of lust and proclaimed ‘you’re such a man’ once, when he saw Alex change a tire. Of course, it wasn’t all the time, in fact most of the time outside of the bedroom Henry was painfully independent. So, it was nice for Alex to get any opportunity to take care of his husband, even if that was often just taking control and pounding Henry into the mattress.
They both knew a few things, Henry had no desire to actually submit to Alex outside of this scenario, and Alex had no desire to control Henry beyond getting his husband off. Henry didn’t think he was weaker, or that being feminine was inherently weaker. Just the same way he didn’t think Alex’s slightly more masculine appearance should dictate how he behaved. This whole thing could stop at any point, with the use of one word: ‘Austen’. And that was why this worked, trust. Henry knew Alex wasn’t a sexist pig, and Alex knew the gender binary meant nothing to Henry. In fact, none of this would have gotten the other off if they didn’t share the same ideals. They had been together long enough, tried enough things with each other, that this was just another venture. Another in the long list of the many things that got Henry and Alex going. And as long as it was safe, consensual, and everyone was having fun, Alex was into it. On the same token, as long as Alex didn’t actually believe either of them weren’t equals, Henry was into it. It was reassuring to know that there was no danger of the patron saint of equality in the Texas Justice System believing anything they were about to do was real. Henry loved that, nearly as much as loved his husband. They were safe, they were equals; they could come to each other about anything. It didn’t matter if it was depraved or if it was vulnerable; the two of them had no secrets.
However, now was the hour, it was the evening. Henry was in this ridiculous outfit, blond hair combed perfectly into place. He’d even added a bit of concealer under his chronically tired eyes, a bit of blush on pale cheeks. Plush lips needed no attention, and he already had a little beauty mark, he was ready for his husband to come home after a long day of work. Dinner was almost done when Alex walked in, and their beagle, David, bounded to greet his father at the door. David had become ‘theirs’ instead of just Henry’s as soon as they’d moved in together. Sometimes, Henry even thought David loved Alex more, though that probably had to do with the extra treats Alex would sneak their pup.
“Hello darling,” Henry hummed, turning from the stove to look over at his husband.
There was Alex, crouching down to scratch the good spot on David’s belly. And Christ, there was Alex. He looked like a goddamn powerhouse, Henry felt faint. So sleek in the suit he wore for work. It was all black and stylish, a tight undershirt instead of a button up underneath his now unbuttoned jacket. Briefcase in hand, which he’d sat aside in favor of using both hands to scratch David, ever the giver. The tanned skin and the dark curls, that beard Henry had begged for and adored so much. There were even a few flecks of grey beginning to color Alex’s temples as well as that beard. It made Henry’s stomach do flipflops just like the first time he’d seen Alex. Tall and broad as he stood, muscular and magnetic, Henry could feel breathing catch in his throat as Alex walked over.
“Evening, sweetheart,” Alex grinned, his eyes trailing up and down his husband’s body. His gaze was immediately hungry, taking in those curves squished into the little maid outfit. Lips curled into a smirk as he rested one hand on Henry’s back, it was almost wide enough to cover the entire small of the blond’s lower back. “Dinner smells good, and you look even better,” he crooned, leaning down to kiss Henry’s cheek as his hand slipped lower to give the blond’s ass a squeeze. “Almost done?”
Henry squeaked as his husband groped him, cheeks pink as he watched the brunette revel in that reaction, “Y-yes, almost done, if you want to go wash up, I’m sure it’ll be ready soon.”
“Sounds good,” the brunette purred, pressing one more kiss to Henry’s neck as he gave the blond’s ass a pop on his way out of the room.
Christ, Henry was never going to survive this. He might have asked for it, and he loved it, but he loved it enough it might kill him. ‘Hell of a way to go’, he decided.
It wasn’t much longer before Alex strode back into the kitchen. He’d traded dress shoes for slippers of his own and lost the jacket. One streamlined motion and the brunette pulled back a chair at the dinner table, sat down, and stretched out his legs.
“Hey, honey, be a doll, get me a beer, would ya?”
Oh! An order! Henry almost hopped to attention, “Of course, my love,” he cooed, quickly abandoning finishing touches on something to open the fridge and grab a beer.
He had it in front of Alex in record time, turning on heels to go back to finishing their meal. But one large hand grabbed one of those soft love handles, pulling Henry right back into place. It left him no choice but to look down at the brunette’s face, dark eyes looking up through long lashes, confident smirk on those gorgeous lips. But there was a glint of something in those eyes, lust. That pleased Henry so much, Alex was enjoying their little game just as much as he was; wonderful.
“You’re not gonna open it for me, sweetheart? Bring me the bottle opener, at least,” Alex licked over his own bottom lip as he said it. A gesture less about the words, or the meal even, mostly about the way he saw Henry blush and stammer.
“O-oh, sorry, I’ll get it, darling,” the blond fumbled, stepping away only to get the bottle opener. He popped the cap, clearly labeled ‘twist to open’, off the beer and nodded, “There you go.”
“Good girl, don’t go getting sloppy on me,” the brunette teased, leaning up to swat Henry’s ass even harder this time as the blond turned to go back to the stove. Alex savored the way Henry jumped and gasped at it, he could just picture that embarrassed expression so clearly, “I thought dinner was almost done? What’s taking so long?”
“I- I’m sorry,” Henry was so flustered he could hardly think straight, “It almost is I promise, just a few more minutes left on the bread, and the steaks are searing just a bit more b-” he was quickly interrupted by the feeling of being touched. Not just touched, the back of that dress lifted, and those pretty little panties jerked down. “Alex?!” the blond gasped, his head whipping around to look back at his husband.
“I’m bored,” was the only explanation Alex offered, already crouching down on his knees. Both of his hands kneaded the blond’s ass, spreading soft cheeks as he dipped his head under that dress. Instantly his teeth bit into tender skin, lashes fluttering against Henry’s bottom as Alex heard the blond moan at the feeling, “All you do is sit around on this pretty little ass and read your silly little novels all day, you can’t even have dinner ready for me when I get home?”
‘Silly little novels’, Henry knew exactly what that was, Alex reminding him of the safe word. Incase what Alex was doing genuinely bothered or upset him, somehow that level of care made Henry even more aroused than he’d been already.
“I’m sorry, sir, I’ll do better tomorrow,” Henry mewled.
“Damn right you will,” Alex hummed, before spreading his husband’s ass wide apart.
All at once, Henry felt Alex’s tongue on such a sensitive spot. The prickle of the brunette’s facial hair scratching slightly, shoved directly in his ass. Alex was giving sloppy kisses and licks to the blond’s entrance, teasing that tightness with the tip of his tongue. It made Henry’s thighs tremble, one hand white knuckling the oven handle already. It was about the suddenness of it, the way Alex just took what he wanted. Henry had been hard since the moment his husband kicked back in the kitchen chair, but now, he felt his own cock dripping.
“Alex! Please, I’m trying to cook!”
“Then cook,” Alex murmured, right into Henry’s hole, smirking as he felt the blond clench in response to hot breath against sensitive skin. He did make a show of pulling back, just enough to give the blond’s bottom a hard swat, “And don’t fucking burn my steak,” he growled, before replacing his face right back between those plush cheeks.
It was hard to concentrate, but Henry did make the effort to turn down the temperature on the steaks, flipping them once with a fork in trembling hand to ensure he in fact didn’t burn them. There were only six minutes left on the oven timer. Then the bread would be ready, they could eat. It only took three minutes of that tongue probing and pushing against Henry’s hole to have him nearly in tears. The friction of facial hair making his skin tender, the way Alex moaned against his skin as if he was the one being touched, and the obscene wet noises from the brunette’s mouth; it was a lot for Henry. Only about thirty seconds of Alex’s hand wrapping around the front of the blond and tugging Henry’s cock were required before an orgasm crashed into him. Henry was crying out, eyes fluttering back as his moans got caught in his throat; he couldn’t get enough air to be as loud as his body demanded. That had to be some kind of record time, and an embarrassing one at that.
That large hand still kept working Henry’s shaft, tugging the last few drops from him as the blond painted streaks of white against the glass door of the oven. His thighs trembled, knees gave out, and he fell to them, nearly in Alex’s lap. Seconds later, Alex’s arms wrapped around him, pulling the blond close. Fingers lovingly stroked through Henry’s hair, soft kisses pressed into his sweaty temple.
“Are you okay, baby?” Alex whispered, it was his normal tone, soft and concerned.
“Yes, I promise, that was amazing,” the blond panted.
“You sure? What’s your safe word? How do you feel?”
“I’m sure, my safe word is ‘Austen’,” Henry swallowed hard as he got his wits about him, “I feel fucking amazing,” he laughed quietly, “Please don’t stop.”
“Alright, baby, stop me if it’s too much,” Alex hummed, pressing one kiss to the blond’s lips, “I love you.”
“Love you too, darling.”
Just like that, Alex’s hand moved, grabbing the back of Henry’s neck, like one might hold a kitten. The blond was pushed forward, so his face was only inches from the white streaks dripping down the oven door.
“You made a fucking mess, clean it up, now,” Alex’s tone was a hiss, one that made Henry’s brain go fuzzy.
He had to be the luckiest man in the world, because Alex was perfect, Henry was convinced, “I-I’m sorry, sir. I’ll clean it up,” he was poised to move, but the pressure of Alex’s palm held him in place.
“Lick it up, slut, now.”
Alex didn’t have to ask twice, Henry was leaning forward and dragging his tongue over the oven door. He licked up each stripe, the feeling of warm glass on his tongue was strangely erotic, a little thrilling. Once he finished, Alex’s hand was finally taken off the back of his neck, and the brunette stood to his feet.
“Now, I’m going to go wash my hands again, get your slut juices off of them, and dinner better be on the table when I get back, got it?” the brunette nodded down at his husband as he spoke. As Alex turned to walk off though, the oven timer beeped; dinner was ready.
Dinner was also on the table, waiting, when Alex walked back into the room. Both plates were set and full of food, as Henry waited patiently in his seat for his husband to return. He smiled as Alex complimented the set up, and only began eating once the brunette did; just this once. The meal in itself was typical, but there were still elements of power play involved. Henry asked how his husband’s day went, how the cases were going, and of course he genuinely wanted to know. But he looked just an extra bit enamored even at the plainest details of paperwork that had been done. As soon as they finished eating, the look in both men’s eyes let the other know the game was fully back in swing.
After dismissing himself, Alex retired to the living room, with an order for Henry to join him once the kitchen was clean. Thank god for dishwashers, because Henry made quick work of taking care of the kitchen, only to scurry into the living room and stand directly in front of Alex. The brunette was lounging back in one of their recliners, his feet still flat on the floor for now, but head back, only lifting it to look at Henry. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table beside the chair, as well as an empty crystal glass.
“Pour me a drink, babydoll,” Alex nodded down to the decanter as he spoke, a soft smirk on his lips.
The blond whispered a soft ‘yes’ and moved over, starting to open the bottle. But as soon as he was close enough, one of Alex’s hands snaked underneath the dress. This time Alex’s palm found the front of the panties. He was nearly surprised that Henry had pulled them back up earlier, but he supposed a modest wife would. All the same, fabric did not stop Alex from groping over Henry’s cock, his fingers half wrapping around the outline.
“O..oh, Alex,” Henry shuddered, leaning into the touch instinctively.
“My drink, sweetheart.”
“R-right, sorry,” the blond swallowed hard and finished the task at hand. He didn’t dare to try and hold the glass as well, instead using one shaking hand to pour about a double shot worth of whiskey into the crystal. He sat the bottle down moments later but whimpered as Alex’s hand stopped touching him at that very second. “Wait,” the blond whined, watching his husband pick up the glass of whiskey. “Please don’t stop touching me,” the panties felt painfully tight against the hardness in them now, and it only made Henry want more, “Please keep going, I’ll be good, I promise. It just felt so good.”
“Oh, baby, be patient,” Alex purred into the rim of that glass, “Have a seat.”
Without question, Henry plopped himself onto the arm of that chair, only to blush as Alex gave a low laugh at the act.
“No, not up here with me, sweetheart, at my feet, like a good girl. You know where you belong, get down there,” the brunette hummed.
That alone made Henry shudder, but he nodded, before sliding from his place. He carefully got onto his knees, right between Alex’s feet, sitting back on his heels.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” Alex preened, one hand moving to card through blond hair. The gentlest pressure was applied to the back of Henry’s head as the brunette rested his hand there, lightly pulling the other man forward. He pulled the blond close, until Henry’s cheek pressed against Alex’s thigh. “There you go, sweetheart, just relax,” he hummed, his hand now petting Henry’s hair like a kitten on his lap.
“Thank you, sir, I like touching you,” Henry mewled, his eyes fluttering closed at the pets. One of his hands moved to rest on Alex’s opposite thigh, just wanting to touch his husband a bit more. “May… may I suck your cock? While you finish your drink, to help you relax.”
A low chuckle came from the brunette at that question, “Sure, sweetheart, that sounds like a good way to relax.”
Eager fingers undid Alex’s pants, Henry only used one hand, so he wouldn’t move his head from where Alex had placed it. He unbuttoned and unzipped the brunette’s dress pants, carefully reaching in, and tugging out Alex’s cock, and then balls. It made Henry groan just to see his husband was half hard already, it was hard not to squirm in place, but he managed to keep it to a minimum. Without moving his head, his hand guided the other man’s shaft into his mouth. As soon as it was there, he was sucking hard, bobbing his head as much as he could without lifting it from the brunette’s thigh. His hand was cupping Alex’s balls, gently tugging them closer to let his tongue brush them when he took more of the brunette’s shaft into his mouth. It was sloppy and desperate and cut short by Alex’s free hand popping Henry’s cheek. It wasn’t even hard enough to sting, just to get some attention.
“Hey, calm down, it’s not a race. You’re supposed to be helping me relax, not get me all worked up to fuck your face. Just… let it rest in your mouth, how about that? Stop being such a greedy whore for five minutes, think about me, not you,” Alex’s tone was stern, even if his eyes looked down at Henry with a sickening amount of love.
The blond mumbled a soft ‘sorreh, sur’ against the cock in his mouth, before he relaxed. His eyes locked up on his husband’s face, returning every bit of ‘in love’ pouring down onto him from Alex’s gaze. He relaxed his movements, cheek resting into the brunette’s leg entirely. His lips stayed wrapped around Alex’s shaft, but he suckled gently at what naturally fit in his mouth from that angle. His hand did stay on the brunette’s balls, but only cupped them gently, slowly kneading them in a tender motion. Henry’s eyes fluttered as he watched the way Alex broke eye contact to sip that glass of whiskey again; he looked like some kind of old money autocrat, or maybe just a god. It drove Henry crazy; he could do this all night.
That continued for an amount of time Henry couldn’t begin to wager. Through one glass of whiskey, and most of another, smaller one, that Alex poured himself. There was about a sip left in that crystal when the brunette’s free hand tapped Henry’s cheek again, waking him from a dreamy haze. Henry hadn’t fallen asleep, by any means, just relaxed entirely with that cock in his mouth, barely sucking. It was more like he was keeping it warm and half hard.
“Alright, princess, suck me off.”
Henry couldn’t react to that green light fast enough, he was sitting up straight, both hands in place immediately. One rested at the base of Alex’s shaft, the other on the brunette’s thigh. All at once, he was sucking hard and fast, moaning against the brunette’s shaft. His tongue worked eagerly, as he dipped his head down, taking everything possible into his throat. He buried his nose against the fabric of Alex’s shirt like his life depended on it, his hand moving to cradle the brunette’s balls once again. As he worked, Henry barely pulled back, trying to keep that cock in his throat as much as possible. He would only pull up halfway to breathe in through his nose, and then dip right back down.
The ministrations made quick work of Alex, turning the brunette into a groaning puddle, melting back into that chair. He let Henry continue until he was right on the edge, before one hand rested on the other man’s head. Alex pushed the blond back carefully, but sternly, “Sit back,” he commanded, taking hold of his own shaft. He waited until Henry was sitting back, before he stroked himself, fast and hungry. The opposite hand held that whiskey glass and positioned it low between his own thighs; aiming his own cock directly at it. It was only a matter of seconds before he was spilling into the cup, white puddling into the whiskey and painting one area of the inside of that glass. Alex gave a low groan, stifled and shaky as he rode out that high. His hand worked the last drips out of himself, tapping his own shaft on the rim of the crystal, and then offering the glass over to the blond. “Drink up, baby, you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”
Eager hands grabbed the glass, holding it in both of his own, Henry was greedily drinking down the contents. The liquor burned his throat, but the taste of Alex’s release seemed to coat his mouth with a welcomed savory thickness. The blond exhaled slowly, before looking up at his husband with nearly sparkling eyes, his own cock aching with arousal.
“Thank you, Alex, you’re such a good husband.”
“Mhm, you’re welcome, sweetheart,” the brunette purred, leaning down and resting one hand on his husband’s cheek. He pressed a slow, sticky kiss to Henry’s lips, and broke it only to speak against them, “Are you ready to fulfill your wifely duties?”
“Dying to,” the blond panted against the other man’s lips, “Need you inside of me so bad.”
“Then let’s get to the bedroom,” Alex whispered, stealing a few more kisses, before standing up. He leaned down though, picking up Henry, hoisting the blond straight into his arms, walking both of them to the bedroom, “Having fun?” he checked in.
“The time of my life,” Henry admitted.