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Henry has come running down his legs and it’s all Alex’s fault.

They’re currently at the Annual Gala for the Okonjo Foundation and any minute now he’s meant to get up on stage and give a speech to a room full of people and try to pry as much money as he can from some of the riches people in America, if not the world, for the shelter but, his only focus right now is how he can warn off a boner. The consistent buzzing of the vibrator that is pressing up against his prostate is making his legs shake, so he shifts his weight on each foot every so often if not to come.

This is all Alex’s fault.

It all started 3 days ago when Alex had stopped by the shelter on his day off to meet Henry for lunch. There had been a new Ethiopian restaurant that had opened 2 blocks away from the shelter. Henry had been exploring new cuisines since moving to New York and had never had Ethiopian food. He also wanted ideas for their monthly get together with the super 6.

Every month one of them hosts a dinner party and must cook 3 dishes (entree, mains and dessert and a drink, usually a cocktail) then the ‘guests’ rate each meal out of 10. The winner gets bragging rights, and the losers all donate $10,000 each to the shelter in the winner’s name. Nora had hosted the last one, she made cuisines from the Caribbean and a spicy Jalapeño margarita. She’s currently leading with 3 points away from a perfect score, Pez and June are tied for second place and the rest are yet to cook. Henry is up next though, and he wants to throw them off by choosing cuisines that uses spices he didn’t even know existed and no one would expect from him, hence the Ethiopian restaurant.

Henry was in the function room that was being transformed for the gala on Saturday, sorting out last minutes things. So far today they have done sound and lighting checks and confirmed dietary needs with the catering company. He’s talking to Javier, the photographer, about where he can set up. He hears Alex before he sees him, asking one of the kids where Henry was because he wasn’t in his office. A short moment later Henry spots him through the glass windows walking towards the function room. He stops and leans against the door just watching as Henry and the photographer finish up. Javier leaves, mumbling a greeting to Alex as he passes, and Henry walks over to him pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Hi, love,” Alex seems distracted. “Ready to go?” he brushes lint of his coat before Alex looks up at him.

“Hey, yeah, sorry let’s go.”

They walk out hand in hand, because they can do that now. They may not be anonymous people in the world, but they can exist in it like anyone else should be able to, freely.

It’s a short walk to the restaurant and they arrive, just beating the lunch rush, so It’s not as busy as Henry had seen in the weeks that it first opened. They order Beyainatu, a medley of different meat stews, vegetables and lentils on a bed of Injera, a thin pancake like flatbread that is used to scoop the stews and vegetables in.

They sit across from each other sipping their beverages, Alex trying their traditional style coffee, on his third coffee of the day already and Henry opting for the spiced chai.

Henry catches Alex up on his day and updates him on the last-minute changes for the gala but Alex seems distracted. He’s avoiding eye contact with Henry looking off into the distance and humming every so often to make it seem like he’s listening.

“Everything okay, love?”

Alex hums again.

“Alex,”

He jumps, eyes moving back to look at Henry.

“What? Sorry”

“Are you okay? you seem, not here”.

The food arrives before he can answer. They wash their hands with the water from the pitcher provided into the small plastic bowl. They eat in silence, savouring the food as the new flavours dance on their tongues. Alex speaks first, breaking the silence.

“Who was that?” he almost whispers it as if he doesn’t actually want Henry to hear him.

“Who’s who?” Henry is confused.

Alex looks at him and doesn’t say anything allowing the silence to stretch on, then he speaks again.

“The guy from before, at the shelter. The one you were talking to when I walked in,”

“Oh, Javier?” Henry shoves another bite into his mouth washing it down with water. He looks up and Alex is staring at him. A chuckle leaves his mouth when he realises what is happening.

“Are-are you jealous?”

Alex pouts and pokes at his food with his fingers.

“Alex, he’s the photographer for the gala on Saturday” and when Alex doesn’t respond, he continues. “He came by to check out the space and set up some equipment and lighting,” Henry reaches over the table, grabbing Alex’s free hand and squeezing it. “You have nothing to worry about, darling” then drops his hand reaching for his second cup of spiced chai.

Alex’s shoulder drops and he goes back to his meal.

“Javier is a stupid name” he mumbles.

Henry laughs and kicks him under the table. “Don’t you have a cousin named Javier?”

He shrugs, “Yeah. So what? still a stupid name”.

They finish their meal, sit and talk for a little while finishing off their beverages then Alex walks Henry back to the Shelter sending him off with a kiss.

The rest of the afternoon goes by the same as the morning, filled with preparations for the gala. And although he had seen Alex just hours earlier, he missed him and couldn’t wait to get back home and sink into his arms before he has to do it all over again tomorrow.

The rest of the night doesn’t necessarily go as he had imaged. The moment he walks through the door, Alex has him pressed against the door with his mouth on Henry’s neck. He kisses the length of Henrys neck murmuring greetings where he can.

Alex drops to his knees making work of Henrys belt and without hesitation, takes him into his mouth. He comes down Alex’s throat before he can even drop the keys in the bowl.

It happens again the next night after Henry gets home from work. Alex bends him over the kitchen counter and teases him for nearly an hour before Henry finally comes all over the marble counter where their dinner sits just inches away.

It’s not that Henry minds the impromptu sex. He loves it. It’s exciting and sexy but he can’t help but wonder the reason behind it. It’s not until the afternoon of the gala that it hits him.

Alex is jealous.

Although they didn’t talk about the Javier comment Alex made at the restaurant, Alex had been acting a little more possessive since. Never wanting to leave Henry’s side, keeping a body part touching at all times and making small comments, reminding Henry that he’s his. As much as Henry loved the attention and clingy Alex, he wishes Alex didn’t doubt his love for him.

Henry had gone to the shelter the morning of the gala after spending all night tossing and turning overthinking everything that could possibly go wrong. Pez however reminded him there was nothing to worry about and there were people they had paid to stress about those things. He sends him home just before midday.

He finds Alex sitting crossed legged in their walk-in robe with a box in front of him. Henry knows what that box is and what is in them. It’s a red box, slightly bigger than a shoebox, that they keep their toys in; with the exception of the prostate massager, they keep in the bedside table draw with the lube. But why was Alex playing around in it when they had to leave for the Gala in a little over 2 hours.

“I thought you’d be starting to get ready, love” He bends down and presses a kiss to Alex’s hair, grabbing his suit, still in the protective sleeve from the dry cleaners, hanging on the doorknob. He walks back into the bedroom and places the suits on the bed next to where Alex’s sits. Alex emerges shortly hands behind his back and presses against Henry’s back.

“Soon, baby,” he kisses the back of Henry’s neck and along his shoulders, “had something else in mind”. His breath hot against Henry’s cool skin from the brisk winter weather.

His head falls back to land on Alex’s shoulder. “Alex, we can’t”. His breathing is short and rapid as Alex continues to kiss along the column of his neck. “we’re gonna be late, love”, his eyes flutter shut.

“What’s the rush? We have plenty of time-” Alex turns him around by the waist and slams their lips together as he starts to unbutton Henry’s shirt.

“Unless there is someone you’re rushing to get to?”

Henry’s opens his eyes and sees Alex staring back at him, pupils dilated.

“Alex-“

“Pants off and on the bed”

“I-we-“ he stutters

“Bed, now Henry!”

His hands make quick work of the zipper on his pants and in one smooth motion he’s naked. He shrugs the shirt off his shoulders and climbs on the bed on his back.

“Uh, uh” Alex tuts, walking to the bedside table, “I want you head down ass up, show me that arch baby” he pulls out a bottle of lube and throws it on the bed next to henry.

Henry assumes the position patiently waiting for Alex’s next instructions.

Alex grabs him by both ankles and pulls him to the edge of the bed.

“I need your ass hanging off the bed,” he reaches for the lube and pours some on his fingers. He circles the rim slowly before slipping one finger in. Henry gasps and falls forward.

Alex fucks his fingers in and out of him agonisingly slow.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he adds another finger. “I’m going to open you up then you’re going to fuck yourself on my dick until I come deep inside you,” another finger, Henry screams when it grazes his prostate “then I’m going to plug you up and you’re going to go to the gala with my come inside you” he twist his hands slightly fucking in and out of Henry, then pulls them all out at once. Henry hates the empty feeling, so he pushes back against Alex who is still fully clothed, but Henry can feel him already half hard in his sweatpants and whimpers.

Alex swiftly pulls down his sweatpants and kicks them across the room. He pours more lube into the palm of his hands and begins stroking himself slowly, eyes never leaving Henry.

“Alex, please” he looks over at his shoulder watching as Alex strokes himself to completion.

“Is it mine?” he slaps Henry’s ass and Henry feels his cock jump between his legs.

“Yes,” he’s breathless, “Yes, Alex, please-”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he lines his cock up with Henry’s rim “here you go baby-” and in one smooth motion he bottoms out.

Henry’s going to pass out.

“Alex, fuck-” his body tenses up around Alex and Alex must feel it too because his strokes are slower.

“Baby, I thought you said it was mine-” he grunts.

“Y-yes, it’s yours-”

“Then let me have it, let me in baby” he pulls all the way out until just the tip is still inside him then slams into Henry again. Henry’s moans muffled in the pillow, but he rocks back into Alex again, fucking himself.

“That’s it, baby, fuck- take what you need.”

Henry circles his hips and pushes further into Alex; pulling moans and curses out of him. Alex yanks him up by the hair, one arm under his armpit, across his chest and hands wrapping around his neck as he starts to fuck faster into Henry.

“you’re mine, all mine”

Henry nods repeatedly barely able to string together sentences.

“Say it, tell me you’re mine,”

Henry can feel his knees start to buckle and at the same time Alex pulls him closer, his back plastered against his chest and wraps his free hands around Henry’s cock stroking at the same pace as his thrusts.

“I need to hear you say it Henry” he growls in his ear.

“Y-yours, all yours Alex- fuck -I’m going to come” and as the last word leaves his mouth, a soft laugh echoes as he paints the sheets in his release while Alex continues to hit his prostate head on. 

“Mine. Mine. Mine..” Alex chants into his ear with every thrust until he’s coming deep inside henry.

Henry whimpers again at the empty feeling when Alex pulls out of him slowly. He isn’t empty long before he feels a plug slide inside him.

“Fuck baby, look at you,” Alex leans over and kisses the dimples on his lower back, “so fucking beautiful and all mine” he whispers into his skin.

They shower together, Alex claiming it’s to save time because they were running late, and Henry wasn’t about to argue with that.  Their hands roam each other’s bodies coaxing another orgasm before they actually clean up. They get dresses and make it to the shelter just as the rainbow carpet had begun.

It wasn’t until Henry was standing in front of a string of photographers that he realised the plug Alex had him wearing wasn’t just a regular one but one of their remote-controlled vibrating ones. Henry barely managed to keep his cool when Alex had turned it on as he walked the carpet. By the time they made it inside, Henry was humming ‘God save the Queen’ to warn off an erection.

“-nry, Henry” Alex’s voice brings him back. “they’re ready for you” he squeezes his hands before discreetly pushing Henry towards the stage.

He doesn’t remember much of his speech despite having written it down. The consisting buzzing from the vibrator was enough to keep him on edge without embarrassing himself in front of a room full of billionaires. Whatever he said though must’ve been good enough for people to pull out their cheque books and make donations. By the end of the night, they had raised close to 75 million dollars.

Alex continues to tease him throughout the night, bringing him to the edge and just as he feels his orgasm creep up, the vibrations stop. The rest of the night goes by the same.

After the speeches, Alex pulls him onto the dance floor, and they slow dance as Elton John plays in the back. Head resting on Alex’s shoulder as they sway gently on the dance floor. He feels a hand tapping his shoulder and turns to see Javier.

“Henry, hi,” he’s wearing a big smile, holding a camera in one hand and playing with the dials with the other. “Can I get a picture of you” his eyes quickly fall on Alex before returning to Henry, “both, both of you I mean”. Henry feels the grips around his waist tighten as Alex pulls him into him.

“Yeah, we’d like that wouldn’t we baby” he answers locking eyes with Javier. Javier, poor thing is just doing his job, brings the camera up to his face, plays with the settings again then aims it at the two of them.

“Ok, big smiles” he calls out and just as the camera lights flush, a jolt runs through Henry when the vibrator is turned on to what he assumes is the highest level, his hands fist around Alex’s shirt around his waist as he tries to hold himself up.

“You okay baby?” Alex asks with a shit eating grin.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat trying to steady himself “yeah, I’m fine, just bright lights, caught me off guard”.  Alex hums.

Javier looks between them and suggests trying again. The vibrator is still on, but he’s managed to shift it slightly so it’s no longer hitting his prostate. Javier captures a hand full of pictures, thanks them while actively avoiding eye contact with Alex then disappears into the crowd.

Alex pulls him back into position to slow dance as if nothing has happened. Henry leans into him as Alex hums into his ear. He pulls back a little to look up at Alex hoping his eyes can convey what he’s trying to communicate.

“Alex-” its breathy

“You ready to go baby?” Henry just nods at him trying not to melt into the dance floor.

They make their rounds saying their goodbyes. Alex decides now if the time to personally bid goodnight to every single person in the room. Henry on the other end is praying no one picks up on his eagerness to leave but the smirk on Nora and Pez’s face tells him he’s not doing a very good job of hiding it, June just rolls her eyes.

“Use protection, I’m far too young to be an aunt, Hazza” Pez laughs into his champagne flute.

“Ew” June sticks her finger in her mouth like she might throw up.

“I’m not,” Nora shouts, “I expect pregnancy announcement by the end of the month.”

“Goodnight!” he calls without looking back, he makes his way to Alex across the room talking to Javier and his assistant.

“Ready, love?” his hands naturally come to link with Alex’s as he brings it up to kiss the back of it.

“Yeah, just telling the guys what a great job they did tonight” he smiles his paparazzi smile and shakes their hands with his free hand. “Looking forward to working with you again soon”.

Once they’ve finally said their last goodbyes, for real this time, they walk out hand in hand into the black SUV that waits for them out front.

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They push through the front door just before 2am and Alex is exhausted. He had spent most of the week finishing off a case that damn near killed him and to make matters worse, he was partnered with WASPy Hunter. He somehow managed to score 2 days to work from home and thank God for that cause one more hour with Hunter and he would’ve needed a lawyer.

But if he’s tired, he can’t even begin to image how exhausted Henry must be. The last month he has come home barley holding himself up, completely drained. The week leading up to the gala he would start early and finished late and if Alex wasn’t also doing overtime, he would scold Henry for putting so much pressure on himself but pot, kettle, black or whatever. But he’s glad that’s all over, for now at least. In a few weeks he’ll start another case, bigger than the last and Henry and Pez will continue plans for the Austin shelter and possibly a second in California and London, thanks to all the donations from the gala tonight but that’s future Alex and future Henry’s problem. Right now, he just wants to be wrapped up in his fiancé and rot in bed for the next 48 hours watching Bake Off and eating crap but the look in Henry’s eye tells him otherwise.

From the moment the doors to the SUV closed as they left the gala, Henry had barely kept it together. Alex had the vibrator turned on to the lowest setting. Henry squirmed in the seat beside him, whimpering and begging Alex for any sort of relief. Alex instead kissed him deeply and draped his arms around him promising to give him everything he asked for when they get home.

So here they are, in their bedroom peeling off their suits and ties as they strip away the day. Alex wonders into the bathroom to start on his skin care routine. He’s too tired to go through all 8 steps tonight so just a wash and moisturiser will have to do until the morning.

When he walks back into the room Henry is sitting on the edge of the bed, bare chest, belt unbuckled and zipper down on his trousers. His legs crossed at the ankle, thighs pressed tightly together and he’s trembling.

“Baby, you, ok?”

Henry doesn’t answer instead bites back a whimper. Alex walks over to him, guides his legs open and stands in between them. His crotch is eye level with Henry who is still avoiding eye contact. He places a finger under Henry’s chin tilting his head to look up at him.

“Talk to me Hen,”

“Please-” its soft and Alex might of missed it if he wasn’t staring directly at his lips. “Please darling, I’ve been good” his eyes flutter shut when Alex runs his thumb across his bottom lip.

“Aww, baby. You have been so good for me tonight, so patient” he pushes his thumb past Henry’s plump lips, Henry wastes no time sucking on it. His little moans fill the room, and it goes straight to Alex’s dick.

He watches as Henry sucks on his thumb, eyes closed and spit spilling from the side of his mouth.

“I think you’ve waited long enough” he leans down placing a chaste kiss as he reaches down to pull Henry’s pants down. Henry does his best to help by lifting himself up slightly as Alex yanks on them and throws it across the room. “On your stomach, I want to see that ass again.”

Henry climbs on the bed and lays on his stomach arching his back slightly, so his ass is on display for Alex. Alex makes quick work of kicking his own pants off. He traces up the back of Henry’s thighs, lightly slapping his ass. Henry buries his face deeper into the pillow and bites down. A few more slaps connect, each one harder than the last, and handprints start to appear: crimson on ivory.

He reaches for the plug, pressing on the base before he starts to slowly fuck Henry with it. He wants to drag this out and see how much longer he can tease henry before he finally cracks but Alex is just as desperate to have Henry wrapped around him.

Very gently he pulls the plug out and his own come starts to ooze out of Henry. He takes a moment to just look. He honestly can’t believe this is his life. He has the most beautiful man in the world, who just happens to be the fucking Prince of England, laid out on their bed with his come dripping out of him.

“-Lex,” he’s brought back by the sound of Henry’s desperate plea. Henry is looking at him over his shoulders, dark soft eyes, eyebrows furrowed, and lips parted. He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Fuck- Hen, I wish you could see what I see” his fingers trace the come that is running down Henry’s legs trying to push it back in Henry. “God baby, you look like sin”. He lets his impulsive thoughts win and before he knows it, he’s flat on his stomach behind Henry pulling him closer by the thighs as he buries his face into him.

He circles the rim with his tongue licking up come from henry’s hole. He licks the come that runs down the back of his thighs peppering kisses as he goes. Henry’s moan is getting louder with every kiss closer to his hole. With both hands he reaches back and spreads open to give Alex more access. Alex flattens his tongue licking from Henry’s balls up to his hole. He frees Henrys cock from between his thighs and starts to suck his cock from the back. Henry falls forward into the pile of pillows that muffle his whines. Alex takes him down all the way gagging as he pulls back. He licks from the tip of the cock, down the shaft and balls all the way to Henry’s hole repeating the process as Henry cries out above him.

“Alex, please”

Alex, as if Henry hadn’t uttered a word, fucks into Henry with his tongue.

“P-ple- fuck- please Alex, fuck me”

Alex fucks into him faster licking around his rim before pulling back. His tongue is replaced by a finger then quickly by 2 more. The plug Henry’s had in all night has left him open enough that he doesn’t need any more prep, but Alex loves the sound Henry makes when his fingers graze past his sweet spot. Henry fucks back onto his fingers, his moans growing more desperate, but Alex wants to make him come with his cock. He removes his fingers and Henry chases it.

A chuckle leaves Alex seeing how desperate Henry is.

He turns Henry over and pushes him down on his back, crawling over him, their face hovering inches from each other. Henry closes the distance first catching their lips together. The kiss is hungry and primal. Their hands roaming all over the other’s body, moans muffled into kisses. Henry pushes himself up onto his elbow, slowly pushing Alex backwards, lips never parting, until Alex is lying flat on his back and Henry is on top straddling him.

Alex devours Henry’s bottom lip while Henry takes his top. Their groans and whimpers dance around the room singing the sweatiest of melodies.

Alex’s hands gravitate to Henry’s thighs running his fingers up and down as Henry shifts onto his knees.

“Darling,” he’s breathless.  Henry starts to position himself, reaching back to grab Alex’s cock at the base and positions it to his entrance. He shifts a little to get the angel right and just as he’s about to sink down, Alex snakes his hands in between Henry’s legs and cups both cheeks lifting him up so he’s hovering mere inches away from where he wants to be.

“Alex-” Henry groans, frustrated. Alex knows how bad Henry wants this because he does too and seeing cock strung Henry is only making him harder. He looks up to see furrowed eyebrows and a small pout and just as he’s about to give in, Henry speaks again.

“Por favor, mi amor” he lowers himself down until the tip catches his rim. “¿Puedo sentarme en tu verga? Por favor Ale”

The last thing Alex sees is Henry’s eyes rolling back when his hands fall to the side releasing the grip on Henry’s ass and a guttural moan ripping out of him as he slides down onto Alex’s cock bottoming out. Everything goes white.

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He’s lulled back to consciousness one sense at a time. The room is quiet, but he can hear the faint sounds of kissing, small open mouth kisses that he can now feel scattered across his face, neck and chest and a lingering one on his forehead. His hands finding Henry’s skin, he’s not sure where he’s touching but the heat radiating from his body makes him feel warm inside. There’s pressure on his pelvis and thigh, a weight that he’s become used to and wishes was there more often. He also feels something wet underneath the weight but before he can register it, his eyes flutter open when he feels two palms cupping his face and a thumb circling the apple of his cheeks. Cerulean eyes greet him and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s laid eyes on. Henry. His Henry. The love of his life, his fiancé.

“Hi love,” one hand moves behind him as Henry plays with the curls at the nape of his neck. “you’re back”. Alex blinks up at him a few times then speaks. “How long was I out?” his voice is a little horsed.

“Not long, two maybe three minutes” Alex hums taking in the room and the man in front of him. Henry is still straddling him and when he looks down lower, he notices Henry still has his cock inside him and he can see what seems to be his come leaking out of Henry leaving wet spots around his pelvis and his happy trail.

“Did I-” Henry is smiling down at him nodding; he leans down and kisses him gently.

“I’m sorry baby,” he looks down again where Henry’s cock is presses against his own abdomen, the tip a deep red-ish purple.

“I can- let me help, just give me a minute to um, you know” his hands are swatted away when he tries to lift Henry off him.

“Baby, I need to-”

Henry grinds his hips down on Alex, pinning his hands by his side.

“No!” he shouts, startling Alex.  “I- um-” he’s blushing. “I want to feel it, you. I want to feel you growing inside me”

Alex is going to pass out. Again

“Fuck- Hen you can’t just say that” he feels his cock twitching back to life and Henry must feel it too because he starts to grind faster, hands moved to Alex’s chest to steady him, while his hands find their rightful place on Henry’s waist.

The room is filled with hot air and heavy breathing as Alex’s ‘solider’, as henry once referred to it as, comes to. Henry lifts himself up halfway off the cock before slowly lowering himself down on Alex. He continues these ministrations unaware what he’s doing to Alex and Alex just wants to make him feel good, so he takes it. He’ll take everything Henry is willing to give him.

It doesn’t take long before he’s hard again, so he plants his feet onto the bed and meets Henry halfway with long slow thrusts. Henry leans forward catching his lips to kiss him in rhythm with the thrusts. They continue like this in complete bliss, hands tracing the constellation on their bodies.

Henry manoeuvres to squat over Alex, feet flat on the bed, he bounces up and down the length of Alex in absolute ecstasy as he throws his head back.

Alex is in heaven, the heat and tightness from Henry feels so good wrapped around his dick. With every movement he can feel Henry’s grip pulling him closer to the end. His eyes flutter shut doing everything in his power to fend off his fast-approaching orgasm. He shifts slightly throwing off Henry’s rhythm and his dick slips out.

Henry falls to his knees reaching back to grab Alex’s cock but Alex pins his hand behind his back holding him there then with his other hand grabs his cock at the base and teases Henry’s hole.

“Christ, please-” Henry tries to slip the cock back inside him using his free hand, but Alex’s massive hand pins both of them to his back.

“Please what?”

“Put it back, Alex” he whines

“You want this back in here?” he slaps his cock over Henry’s gapping, wet hole. “In this pretty little hole?”

Henry moans but Alex doesn’t let up. The sound of his cock slapping against Henry’s lube hole echoing around the room is obscene.

“Alex-” he’s shaking, his whole body is trembling as he tries to regulate his breathing while also doing everything, he can to get Alex’s cock back inside him. Alex’s eyes meet his. The once blue now swallowed by dark pupils.

“Beg,” he says with a smirk

Henry’s eyes are wide moving rapidly across Alex’s face, brows knitted together.

“If you want this,” he slaps harder against his hole “you need to beg for it. Tell me what you want baby.”

“P-please-”

“No, mi amor, in Español” He can feel the tremble of Henry’s thighs intensify against his side.

“Darling-” the tip catches his rim slipping pass the tight muscle; it’s in and out so fast it hardly counts, Henry moans up into the sky.

“I- I can’t, Alex I can’t,”

“Yes, you can baby, yes you can, just repeat after me” he releases henrys hands guiding him to spread himself open as he continues to slap his cock on his ass. His own hands make way up Henry’s chest, grazing the nipple as he wraps them around Henry’s neck.

“Por favor Ale,”

“Por favor Ale” his voice trembles

“¿Puedes volver a poner tu verga dentro de mí?” Alex fucks the crease of Henry’s ass, the lube and pre come makes the slide effortless.

“ ¿Puedes volver a poner tu verga dentro de mí? ”

“Louder baby, I can’t hear you”

“¿P-puedes volver a -hmm- poner tu verga dentro de mí?” henry repeats, pre-come dribbling onto Alex’s stomach

“Por favor Ale, ¿Puedes cojerme?”

“Por favor Ale, ¿Puedes cojerme? ”

“Te pertenezco, soy tuyo”

“Te pertenezco, soy tu-” Alex hits his prostate head on, and the words die on his tongue replaced instead by a guttural moan.

He fucks him slow, watching Henry intensely not wanting to miss even the slightest change. He’s so beautiful like this, pupils blown, plush lips, sweat glistening over his fair skin, the way his eyes roll back, and flutter shut, the tremble in his thighs as he gives himself fully to Alex.

Alex sits himself up against the headboard pulling Henry into him. His arms tight around Henry’s waist as Henry’s head falls onto his shoulder. The change of angle incites a deep groan from Henry. Their hot breath fill the room and he can feel goosebumps erupting under his touch.

“Eres mío, mi amor” he says, pressing a kiss to Henry’s chest just above his heart that beats in rhythm with Alex’s.

“Mine. Mine. Mine...”

“Tuyo, siempre seré tuyo, Ale” his hips stutter when Alex reaches down to stroke his neglected dick.

“Mío,” their eyes meet again “Henry Claremont Diaz-Fox”

With a chocked laugh, Henry covers them with his white load trembling as Alex work him through his orgasm and Alex follows soon after filling Henry.

They stay like that, kissing languidly, both exhausted but make no effort to detach. Eventually Henry rolls off him onto his side. Alex lays beside him pulling Henry into him. Clean-up be damned, tomorrow is laundry day anyway, they’ll change the sheets then. He kisses the back of Henry’s neck and shoulder pulling the cover over them.

Alex speaks after a pregnant pause.

“I didn’t know Duolingo had an after dark feature” he murmurs into Henry’s skin. “Where’d you learn that baby?”

Henry laughs bringing the hands draped over him to his lips and kissing the gold band on Alex’s finger. “Wouldn’t you like to know” he shifts back onto Alex’s soft cock.

Alex pinches his side playfully and the room is filled with angelic laughter.

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The morning sun streams through the sheer curtains painting the room in hues of gold. Henry can feel warm skin pressed against his back, small kisses being placed along his neck and fingers drawing patterns on his skin. His body aches, having a vibrating plug in ones ass for close to 10 hours followed by a round of rough, yet intimate sex, no matter how good, takes a toll on the body. Even now, he still feels like the plug is intact. If he reaches down, he can probably feel remnants of Alex’s come still trickling out of him and down the back of his leg. The phantom of the ache is so intense it jolts awake with a whimper.

“Morning, baby” Alex rasps in his ear, taking his earlobe in between his teeth. Henry’s body is covered in goosebumps immediately.

He moves to turn his head to face Alex but stops when feels Alex’s hips moving around him and the same ache shoots up his spine.

Alex has been slowly fucking him awake.

They’ve spoken about this in great length, free use. At first Alex was a little sceptical, he felt like he was taking advantage of Henry in his most vulnerable state, but they had spoken some more, Henry assured him it was something he wanted, and he was okay with Alex taking advantage of him, waking him up in that way, if he was comfortable to do so, it was hot. So, a few days after they had tried it, Henry came twice before he had even woken up then again when Alex drew a third one out of him before sunrise. Alex had loved it, the thought of Henry’s body opening up for him and encompassing him with his warmth and his little half-asleep whimpers were enough to send him over the top.

“Darling-” he pulls him closer.

“You were so good last night Hen, fuck- you took everything I gave you so well. You were such a good boy for me” He rolls his hips fucking long deep strokes into Henry. “So good, mi amor and I just want to make you feel good”.

“You do, you always make me feel good Alex” his head lull back onto Alex’s shoulder and Alex continues to fuck him gently.

“Is this okay baby,” he sucks a hickey on his neck next the purple ones blooming from last night “is it okay if I fuck my cum back inside you.”

Fuck.

What a way to wake up.

And Henry lets him, lets him fuck deep as they chase each other’s lips. It’s not long when he spills all over the bed sheets untouched with Alex coming inside him.

They stay like that for a while, still too early to get up. They soon drift back to sleep wet spot be damned.

Henry wakes to the smell of earl grey tea and opens his eyes to find a mug sitting on the bedside table. His body still aches and begs to rot in bed but the uncomfortable sticky residue of this morning and last night force him to sit up against the headboard just in time as Alex walks out from their bathroom.

“Morning babe,” He presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “How you feeling?”

“A little sore but I’m okay” he winces when he swings his leg to hang over the bed, his limbs feel like cement.

Alex hands him the mug, “well, I have a hot bath running, I thought we could take a bath together then get some breakfast -well brunch- at the café you like up the road. Davey could use the fresh air as well”

He looks up and nods humming his agreement and places the mug back on the table after taking a couple sips. He stands but his legs give out on him falling forward into Alex’s arms.

“Ok your highness, if you wanted me to carry you all you had to do was ask” Alex says through a laugh. Henry rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest when Alex scoops him up.

“You are quite the gentleman, love” he says as he wraps his arms and legs around Alex.

“What can I say, I aim to please”

They stew in the bath infused with Eucalyptus oils until the water starts to get cold and their fingers look like prunes, Henry throws on Alex’s Georgetown hoodie that is slightly too big for him, but he doesn’t care, and they walk out the door hand in hand with David on a leash.

Henry spent years dreaming of a life like this, the man of his dream, in a house that they built together and their little family and although it’s just David at the moment, they’ve spoken about kids; how many they want, if they would adopt or use a surrogate and it was all just a far-fetched  dream to him for a long time but now here he is living in the reality of it and it was so much better than what he could’ve imagined. He brings their hands up to his mouth and kisses the back of Alex’s.

“I love you,” he whispers into it. Alex pulls him closer as if humanly possible and whispers back.

“I love you more, baby”

David barks as he leads the way.

“Love you too, Davey”