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Henry was the happiest as he met Walter, they dated and eventually became boyfriends.
They were like two puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly.
At least that’s what Henry thought.
It was the best year of his life so far. He loved Walter and Walter loved him back just as much. If not more.
Their love was like a fairytale. At least that’s what everyone said.
Walter was quiet, charming and kind. He would get Henry flowers when he came back from his business trips as a photographer, picking him up from the airport and dealing with his jet lag.
It truly had some benefits being in a relationship with a doctor.
Even if Walter was a surgeon, he still had some broader knowledge about medicine.
And he always got the good kind of medicine. Not the cheap shit you got at the drugstore around the corner. Which was especially helpful with headaches or stuff like a flu.
And Walter always took good care of Henry, since Henry didn’t seem to be able to take proper care of himself.
And it all went to shit after Walter said those few words.
Those damn words.
“I want to try something new.”
It went all downhill so fast, Henry still couldn’t believe it was over.
His fairytale crushed like that. His heart is broken beyond repair it seems.
Henry remembered that day way too well.
He came back from a short trip to Silent Hill. A magazine hired him to take some photos.
He went there Friday morning and came back Sunday afternoon.
Walter was waiting for him, sitting on the couch with one of his medical books and a bouquet of red roses in front of him, neatly placed on the coffee table.
Walter looked up as Henry opened the door, announcing he was home before carefully setting his camera bag down, throwing his Jacket over a chair, putting his shoes aside and plopping down on the couch, half on top of his boyfriend.
“Tired?” Walter asked, running his hand through Henry's hair.
“Exhausted. The drive back home was a nightmare. I have no idea where all those cars came from.” he sighed into Walters neck, his eyes closed.
He embraced the calmness radiating from the taller man.
“Aww. You poor thing.” Walter said, smirking.
“Too tired for a date?” he then asked further.
“A date? Walter…” Henry whined, didn’t want to get up again today.
“How about we just stay at home, like this and don’t move ever again.” Henry sighed deeply. Snuggling more into the crook of Walters neck.
“Come on, it’s going to be nice. Or are you really up to cook something?” Walter said, shoving Henry gently off of him.
Henry grunted in disapproval.
“Noooo~.” he whined again.
“No? You wanna stay and cook?” Walter asked him teaslingy.
“No.” Henry replied.
“So you wanna go to the restaurant with me.” Walter said.
“No.” Henry pouted. “I wanna stay home and not move a muscle again.”
“Oh, come on, it’s gonna be nice and you know it.” Walter whispered.
“And how about some special dessert afterwards?” Walter leaned closer, whispering with his hot breath right into Henry's ear.
A shiver went down the shorter man's spine.
“Hmmm. I would like that.” Henry murmured, kissing Walter gently, still sitting more or less on top of him.
“Okay, then take a shower, I’ll get us some nice clothes to wear.” Walter said, standing finally up, while Henry was sliding off of him.
“You’re such a tease!” Henry yelled after him.
“That’s why you love me!” Walter yelled back from the bedroom and Henry could hear the smirk on his face.
The brunette moped a bit longer on the couch before getting up, walking towards the bathroom to take a much needed shower. He will be feeling better afterwards for sure.
And while Henry was taking a shower, Walter was looking through their wardrobe.
“Hmmm.” Walter looked at the different pieces. He didn’t want to get too formal. The restaurant wasn’t THAT fancy after all.
So he decided for a pair of light blue jeans for himself with a black button up shirt and a black pair of jeans with a white t-shirt for Henry. While also picking some boxer shorts and socks for the younger man.
“Should be enough.” Walter decided and nodded to himself before he changed his sweatpants and t-shirt for the stuff he just picked.
Then he sat on the bed, his mobile phone in hand and waited for Henry while browsing the world wide web.
After a while Walter could finally hear the hairdryer from across the corridor. Then it would only take 10 more minutes until Henry would come through the door.
And Walter was right. Exactly 10 minutes later Henry opened the door, only with a towel around his waist, looking at the clothes Walter picked for him.
Walter looked up from his phone, biting his lower lip.
“Damn. Maybe I should just cancel the reservation and take you right now.” he murmured as Henry took the towel, tossing it aside onto the floor.
“You wish. But it’s too late Mister. You made me stand up and take a shower. So we’re going.” Henry said.
“Bummer.” Walter sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket, while watching Henry get dressed.
“Impatient?” Henry teased.
“When it comes to you? Naked, moaning, underneath me? Always.” Walter whispered breathlessly, putting his hands on Henry's waist as he stood up and walked over to him, as the other man began putting on his shirt.
“Well. It’s your own fault.” Henry stated again, brushing his shirt down.
“Ok, almost ready.” he said happily, while leaving the room and went to the bathroom again, putting on some perfume that Walter gifted him once.
“Can we go now?” Henry asked, leaving the bathroom as Walter followed him to the front door, where they put their shoes and jackets on.
“After you.” Walter said, opening the door for Henry and grabbing his keys and wallet before leaving the apartment with his boyfriend.
It was a great evening.
Everything was great until Walter whispered those damn words.
“I want to try something new.”
Walter drove them to the restaurant, since Henry still had no idea where they were actually going.
Stepping out, Henry looked at the front of the building.
It looked rather cozy, must have been recently opened. Henry never heard of this place before.
“A colleague recommended this place the other day.” Walter explained, as if he just read Henry's mind.
“Oh. I see. Looks nice. I hope the food is good.” Henry smiled at the taller man.
Together they entered the restaurant.
The waiter was already standing before them, waiting to show them their table.
Saying their thanks, they sat down and looked at the menu.
“Man, I didn’t realize how hungry I was…” Henry whined as his stomach growled, agreeing with his statement.
“See. That’s why I wanted to take you here.” Walter said grinning.
“You were just too lazy to cook.” Henry stated blankly.
Walter looked for a moment at Henry.
“...that too.” he whispered, barely loud enough for Henry to hear.
But Henry did hear him and grinned into his menu card.
They knew each other too well at this point. All the little quirks and habits.
They’re routines.
The way they liked their toast in the morning.
Favorite brand of toothpaste.
The best way to relax after a long way at work.
The way to make the other moan just right in bed.
That’s what Henry thought at least.
“I want to try something new.”
The dinner was nice as usual, they ate, chatted and relaxed together.
It was a nice evening. Walter was right. Just what Henry needed after the trip.
“Now. How about we head back home for some dessert?” Walter suggested, winking at Henry after he paid for their meals.
“Hmmm. I would like that.” Henry almost moaned in reply.
“Heh. Let’s go then.” Walter said eagerly, almost dragging Henry back to the car to drive them home. Almost a bit too fast for the speed limit.
As they arrived at their apartment, Walter couldn’t wait to get in - to get Henry to the bedroom again.
“Wow, wow. Slow down big guy. Did you really miss me that much?” Henry asked, surprised how badly Walter wanted him now.
They barely took off their jackets and shoes as Walter grabbed his hand, heading towards their bedroom.
It’s been a few months since he was so eager to have sex with him.
It’s like Walter was bored already or something else was off. But even if Henry asked, Walter just said it’s ok. Nothing is wrong.
So Henry let Walter drag him towards the bedroom and laughed.
“It’s been a while since I saw you horny like that.” he said, grinning.
Walter licked his lips.
“You’ll see why.” he said in a mysterious tone.
And Henry was curious what Walter had planned.
So Walter shoved Henry gently onto the bed and got the package he had hidden in the wardrobe.
“I got some toys for us to try.” Walter said, the box in his hands.
“Toys? I never thought you were into such stuff.” Henry said, sitting up and resting on his lower arms as he looked up at his boyfriend.
“Do you trust me?” Walter asked, suddenly very serious.
Henry hesitated for a moment.
“...yeah? Sure, I trust you.” he said simply.
Maybe Walter wanted to try some spanking.
Some hot candle wax maybe?
Handcuffs?
A cock ring?
“I want to try something new.” Walter said low, climbing onto the bed, on top of Henry kissing him passionately.
Those were the words. The words that ruined everything.
Those damn silly words.
Carefully and painfully slow Walter began to undress Henry.
Getting rid of his shirt, slowly dragging it up, while kissing the free skin beneath, before freeing Henry completely and tossing the shirt aside.
Then he dragged his hot tongue back, all the way down to the waistband, opening the button, pulling the zipper down, so slow that Henry began to squirm underneath Walter's touch.
Walter said nothing, but grinned against the skin of Henry's belly.
He knew how to torture the brunette just right.
Slowly dragging the pants and boxer shorts as well, down to his ankles.
While biting at the inner flesh of Henry's thighs, hearing those low moans were music to him.
Out of the corner of his eye Walter could see how Henry slowly became hard.
“Who’s impatient now?” Walter asked and hummed against the tender skin in front of him, before biting the inner side of Henry's left thigh.
Henry winced, arching his back, trying to draw away from Walter's teeth, but Walter grabbed his knees, pinning Henry down.
“Ah, ah. We’re just getting started, dear.” Walter told him, grinning wolfish up at Henry.
Henry looked at him, his eyes already half-lidded.
Walter caressed Henry’s thighs a bit more, biting, sucking and licking the tender flesh there, before working his way up again, stopping right at Henry’s collarbone.
“You have no idea what you’re doing with me Henry…” Walter moaned against the olive skin of his boyfriend.
Biting down at the collarbone his lips were hovering over just seconds before and Henry hissed in pain, throwing his head back.
“All those sweet noises you make. Just for me.” Walter chuckled, licking over the bite marks he left.
“How about you moan a bit louder, darling?” Walter asked, his hands running down Henry’s sides, sending shivers down his spine, arching his back again, but there was no sound coming from Henry.
He was stubborn again. If Walter wanted him to be louder, he had to work harder than that.
Walter huffed.
“Oh, so you want it the hard way. Fine with me.” Walter said as he looked up at Henry, who gave him a dirty grin.
The Game was on.
“I’ll drive you crazy dear, leave you begging for more. You’ll be a needy mess.” Walter promised him.
“Let loose honey and lose control. I’ll overstimulate your senses until you can’t take it anymore. Begging me to stop. And then I’ll go even further and push you over the edge so painfully slow you have no idea it is even happening…” Walter whispered into Henry’s ear
Henry moaned at those words. Walter was the only Henry trusted enough to let himself completely fall. Especially in the bedroom.
Henry wouldn’t say they had a master and slave relationship, but it was kinda just like that.
Henry would let himself fall and Walter would catch him, guide him towards an orgasm he never thought he could ever reach.
“What’s your safeword?” Walter suddenly asked.
“What? My what?” Henry asked, completely confused. They never used a safeword before. There was no need for it.
“Your safeword.” Walter said again.
“So I know when I really should stop. So I won’t go too far and hurt you, dear.” he explained.
“I know what a safeword is!” Henry pouted.
He ran his fingers through his hair.
“Hell, I dunno.” he sighed, letting himself fall down onto the bed. His shoulders were starting to hurt anyway. He looked around.
Walter said nothing, waiting for Henry to decide on a word before he would go any further.
“Order.” Henry finally decided.
Walter raised an eyebrow.
“Well… okay then.” he said slowly.
“Sit up, back against the head end of the bed.” Walter ordered, getting off the bed and grabbing the box again.
Henry completely forgot about the box. Walter said something about toys, right?
He stretched his neck, trying to get a look inside the box, but Walter already stood up.
“Naughty boy.” Walter teased.
He grabbed something out of the box, hiding it behind his back.
“Guess you have to suffer a bit for being so nosey.” Walter said sternly.
He grabbed Henry's right wrist, pining it against the bars of the bed frame. Then Henry heard a metallic click.
Walter just handcuffed him to the bed frame. And before Henry could protest, Walter already did the same with his other arm.
He was completely at Walters mercy now.
Henry started to panic a bit, his heart beating faster.
“W-Walter… what…” Henry wanted to ask, but Walter sealed his lips with a passionate kiss.
“Shhh. Don’t worry.” the taller man assured him. “You’ll enjoy it.” he breathed against the partly opened lips of his boyfriend.
Henry tried his best to calm down, but his heart was still beating so fast. He didn’t expect Walter to go so far so fast.
Well, they didn’t have vanilla sex before, there was biting, scratching and hair pulling.
But not being able to do anything left Henry helpless. All he had left was the safe word.
“How about some punishment now…” Walter said with a dark grin and started to strip himself naked in front of Henry.
Henry now squirmed against the handcuffs. It was just cruel to let him only watch, not able to touch the body in front of him. The body he wanted to feel so badly.
He bit his lower lip as Walter had completely unbuttoned his shirt.
Agonizingly slow he stripped the shirt off his left shoulder… his right shoulder.
There was rustling of metal as Henry tried to free himself.
That was pure torture.
Walter wasn’t even looking at him. He was just playing with Henry at this point.
Then ever so slowly, he opened his Pants, Henry only noticed now that those seemed to be a bit tighter now too.
So at least the blonde was enjoying teasing him like that.
As Walter stood naked before him, Henry’s breath was already heavier, still fighting his handcuffs.
And it just got worse as Walter pulled a piece of silky fabric out of the box.
Walter let the soft fabric tickle over Henry's body and he realized what Walter was about to do.
“No. Walter don’t!” Henry pleaded, but Walter already used the dark red piece of silk to blindfold him.
If he didn’t say the safe word, Walter would not stop. They both knew it.
Walter got on the bed, Henry could tell by the sudden shift of the mattress.
At least he could still talk.
“Walter…?” Henry asked, his voice trembling, from both, fear and excitement.
“I’m here Henry.” Walter whispered softly, trying to calm him down.
He knew there was no use in pushing Henry too far right now.
Walter caressed his cheek, a ghost of a kiss brushing against Henry's lips.
One hand holding his waist, the other one stroking his hair, Walter held the younger man, calming him down enough for the next step.
As Henry's breath was more even Walter let go of him.
“I’m gonna be careful, darling.” Walter whispered into Henry's ear and Henry nodded hesitantly.
Henry was listening intently, hoping he could guess what Walter was up to next.
He heard some scratching of the carpet, something might be shoved or dragged around. Probably the box of toys Walter was holding earlier.
Henry held his breath as what was about to come next.
Then there was a shift on the bed again.
Walter was back. He didn’t say a word anymore, focused on Henry.
Walter ran his strong fingers over Henry's thighs again.
First on the outside, then the fingers were brushing inward, spreading his legs wider apart.
The touch was so soft that it sent shivers through Henry’s body, making him squirm again, rattling with the handcuffs.
Walter was biting him again, and Henry moaned louder. This foreplay was already way too long for his taste and Walter said it was just the start… Shit.
Then Walter dragged something against the inner side of his right thigh. Henry furrowed his brows. This didn’t feel like Walter was scratching him with his nails.
There was a short pressure, then it was gone.
Henry could feel two fingers on his leg, right where he felt the strange sensation.
Walter pulled the skin apart and licked over it.
And Henry hissed sharply in pain. It burned like hell.
Then Walter did it again. Dragging something across his skin, pulling the skin apart and running with his hot tongue right over it.
“Ah! Walter, stop it! What the hell are you doing?!” Henry shouted at him angry.
But Walter didn’t stop, sucking at the latest spot, leaving Henry arch his back in agony.
“Order! Order! ORDER!” Henry yelled breathlessly as he realized what Walter just did.
He cut him.
There was no fucking toy.
He had a knife. Well, or something else really sharp.
Walter stopped right there and then.
Fuck. This had been a mistake, given how Henry was now.
He placed the razor blade on the nightstand.
“Henry don’t worry, the razor blade was brand new and-” Walter tried to explain, tried to calm the other down but Henry interrupted him.
“A razor blade?! A fucking razor blade?!” Henry yelled at him.
“You wanted to try something new and the first thing you come up with it cutting me with a fucking razor blade?!” Henry said, fuming with anger.
He trusted Walter. Let him blindfold and handcuff him to the bed. And the best idea the other man had was a razorblade between his legs?! Let alone that close to his crotch??
Walter untied the blindfold and now he could actually see how angry his boyfriend was. A deep shadow hanging over Henry’s face.
“Release me in an instant!” Henry growled.
“Henry, calm down. There won’t even be scars. Promise” Walter said low, trying to soothe the other one, but there was no use.
Henry was beyond pissed.
Henry rubbed his aching wrists before standing up.
“Are you serious?! A razor blade between my legs?” Henry yelled again, throwing Walters' clothes right into his face.
“Henry, come on I was just-” Walter tried to explain again.
“Leave me the fuck alone!” Henry yelled, tears in his eyes. He looked heartbroken now.
“I trusted you and that is the best idea you got?! To cut me?!” he was still yelling.
Walter sighed. There was no use in talking to Henry now, so he put his clothes back on, walked out of the Bedroom and left Henry alone.
Henry needed a good while to calm down again.
He sat on the bed, his breath still heavy, fighting the tears. He felt betrayed. That is not what they agreed to. Walter was talking about toys and not a brand new, sharp razor blade between his legs.
When Henry walked out of the bedroom to look after Walter, maybe even apologize, he found the other man gone.
His shoes, keys and wallet were missing.
He just left the apartment without a single word.