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“I wanna go out.”
“You always want to go out,” Henry scoffs at Gabriel, the other man rolling his eyes and leaning back on the opposite sofa.
“Ugh… soo not fun. Where’s my drinking buddy? Let him out!”
Henry shoots him a disapproving look. They call him ‘Edward’; the version of him that crops up after a few too many rum and cokes.
“’He’ is not coming out. Henry has a lab report.” He reiterates, and Gabriel scoffs.
“So? The whole law soc was out on Wednesday and we have an essay due in three days.”
“Even more reason to stay in now and start it.” Henry replies, adding in a soft mutter, “Good for nothing law students…”
“I like good for nothing,” Gabriel adds. “I like good for nothing in you too. We fuck better when Edward’s out.”
“Well ‘Edward’ doesn’t exist,” Henry snaps, “‘Edward’ is me, Henry, your boyfriend.”
Gabriel grins and reaches over to the other sofa with his foot, rubbing it along Henry’s shin over his jeans.
“Oh…” he lets his voice drop some, “…jealous? Of your own drunk self?”
Henry’s cheeks turn pink and he clacks his keyboard keys too hard just so Gabriel knows he’s working.
“…You wanna see?” The law student challenges, hair pushed back and voice that silky sort of taunt that makes Henry’s gut roil.
“See what?” He mutters bitterly back, pushing his glasses up as he stares at the computer screen and the blinking cursor next to the word ‘conclusions’.
“If you can fuck as well as ‘Edward’.”
“Of course I can, he’s me.” Henry replies, head whipping up just to glare.
“Then let’s.”
“No.”
“Why? Everyone’s out of the flat. Like normal people on a Friday night.” Gabriel smirks, eyes narrowing to drive home the teasing.
“Then maybe you should go out. Leave me alone here; God knows I want the peace.”
Gabriel’s foot slips under Henry’s jean cuffs, running delicately up the skin.
“Stop it.”
He caresses the chemist’s shin a little more with his socked toes.
“Stop being weird Gabe.”
“C’mon baby…” he purrs, that edge of whine in his voice that makes Henry weak.
“Let me at least suck your cock.”
“Gabriel!” Henry hisses tightly, face red by now. He pushes his glasses up again and glares.
“What? C’mon I miss it~!”
“No you don’t!”
“Oh but I do~ all hot and thick and dripping when I talk dirty to-“
The screen of Jekyll’s laptop has been faded to black for a long time, the cursor given up on blinking at him where the device sits in the living room and the two men lie half naked in Henry’s bed.
“Fuck~ please Hen… this isn’t fair c’mon-“
“Nope. Not yet.”
Henry continues to slowly kiss Gabriel’s chest, palm applying a gentle pressure to the other man’s cock. Nothing more than what’s just necessary to keep it straining against the boxers Henry hasn’t allowed him to remove; the position where it’s been for the last 20 minutes.
“Henry~ it actually hurts baby, it-“
“Aw…” Henry pouts. “That’s a shame.”
“Henry! C’mon! This isn’t funny I- ngh~…”
Gabriel’s skin sheens with sweat, beading down his temples and making his chest and shoulders glow. His hair is pushed back and sweaty at the roots, a few lingering strands stuck to his forehead. His mouth lies parted, lips swollen and red from making out for 15 of these 20 torturous minutes. His dick pushes hard against his boxers, leaking enough for Henry to feel the wet patch growing against his palm with each slow roll of his hand.
Henry himself is still clothed — for the most part. Shirt long discarded, but jeans still slung low on his hips. His own cock aches through the denim but he doesn’t act on it, not whilst he can teach Gabriel a lesson. His glasses are long gone too, hair pulled up in a bun and a red hot look in his eyes that Gabriel usually only sees in ‘Edward’; pure, intentional cruelty. A gleeful sadism that the chemist tries to hide behind that soft friendliness, the people-pleasing façade to cover just how much he enjoys watching Gabriel be tortured.
Even so, by their standards, denial is vanilla. Gabriel’s seen that sadism in full force, almost scarily detached as Henry inflicts pain and watches his boyfriend writhe with the consequences. The gleam that came when they first tried choking; and Gabriel came so hard he thought he’d pass out just from having those pale, firm hands wrapped around his neck. Thick fingers giving delicious pressure against his pulse enough to feel it thrumming against Henry’s fingertips, slowed and heavy as his brain fogged up and the only thing he could think about was those hands and what they were doing — that and the flash in Henry’s eyes.
However many jokes cropped up about Henry’s demeanour changing after a few drinks, Gabriel never saw any a starker evidence that ‘Edward’ was simply who Henry was without inhibitions than when they were fucking. When Henry was enjoying the burn of a vice: be it sex, alcohol, or both, it was like he became unrecognisable.
“Think your hole’s wet enough for me without lube?”
Gabriel moans as Henry reaches beneath his chest to unbuckle his belt and slip his trousers and boxers off in one fell swoop, before tugging Gabriel’s away too.
His lips come down to kiss Gabriel’s weeping head, tongue flicking out against it and pressing against his slit to chase the other’s precum. He slips a hand under Gabriel’s knee and pushes it up by his shoulder, stroking down the expanse of his thigh and squeezing roughly as the other hand taps a finger against Gabriel’s puckered flesh, relishing in the whine it grants him.
“Stop- don’t- don’t tease… please Hen…”
“Oh…” Henry coos mockingly over him, laving the flat of his tongue down to the base of Gabriel’s cock.
“You’ve had enough of teasing? You know I’d had enough of it too; sometimes you act like you’d rather ‘Edward’ was who you were dating.” He mutters, hand sliding into a drawer beside them to find lube and condoms.
“I-I- Henny now? Not now- not now please-“
Henry kisses the underside of Gabriel’s jaw, nose pressed to his sweat-shining skin. He blindly spreads lube on his fingers, pressing the first past that tight ring until it’s knuckle deep and Gabriel is mewling.
“I am- hah- I am sorry-“ he pants as Henry’s middle finger meticulously thrusts into him and coaxes the puckered entrance into taking his ring finger too.
“Baby I-I didn’t- I didn’t realise how much the teasing- ngh!~ ah- ah-“
“Oh… you are wet…” Henry muses in detached response, “Don’t apologise, Gabriel. We both know riling me up like this is exactly what gets that tight little hole dripping for me.”
Gabriel whines again.
“Henny you’re not listening-“ he whimpers, “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry — not to do with… hngh… how you are right now — ju-just in general…”
Henry presses his face down beside Gabriel’s jaw, lips grazing over the spot just beneath his ear lobe.
“Good boy.”
He slips a third in when he feels how Gabriel’s ass flutters at the praise, snickering slightly at its obscenity and the quiet squelching beneath their breathy moans.
“And thank you,” Henry continues, pressing doting kisses to Gabriel’s jaw. He’s not one to give the man respite for too long though.
“You want my cock now, huh? You always like it when it hurts a bit. Fucking masochist.”
“Henry!~” Gabriel whines in complaint, eyebrows pinched together delicately, face burning so much the blush spreads to his collarbones.
“Honest question baby boy,” Henry grins smugly. “You want my cock now or not?”
He punctuates the question with a forceful spread of all three fingers inside Gabriel, making the other man whimper and his own dick throb in its confines.
“Y-Yeah…” the law student replies, breathless and wanting, fingers curled into the bedspread.
He watches with borderline obsessive intensity as Henry pumps his dick a few times, unwrapping the condom with his teeth before rolling it on. He always loves the sight of those thick fingers; whether they’re wrapped around one of their leaking cocks or just typing up lab reports.
“How do you want it, slut?” Henry continues distractedly, watching Gabriel’s fascinated gaze on his dick as he adds a touch more lube. Sure, Gabriel likes it a bit painful, but Henry is also ridiculously impatient today and he’d rather just get straight to fucking the lawyer’s (usually impressive) brains out.
Gabriel chokes on spit at the addition of that name.
“S-Slu- Henry!”
“What? Gonna argue the toss with me? Really? You’re a filthy slag, Gabriel Utterson.” Henry replies, eyes dark and voice firm enough for Gabriel to know he’s thoroughly fucked.
Henry continues:
“You pick fights with me about going out because you never even want to. You never actually want to be at the club; you want to have your ass stretched around my dick whilst we have an empty flat so you can scream as loud as you want. You’re a whore. You want me jealous and pissed because then I’ll satisfy the twisted part of your brain that begs to be hurt and degraded ‘cause it makes you cum so hard you can’t see. You’re a sick little slut, Gabe. And you fucking love it.”
Gabriel whines again, lips turned slightly down.
“My slut.” Henry amends, and Gabriel’s face returns to looking wholly pleased.
“So how does my slut want it?”
“I wanna see your face…” Gabriel replies almost immediately, “and I want you to fuck me through.”
Henry grins and pushes the other knee up, leaning down to hook them over his shoulders. One hand stays on Gabriel’s knee, stroking it with a thumb as the other hand guides his cock to line up and press his already insistent tip into the slightly stretched ring of muscle. Gabriel tenses out of reflex and Henry kisses the inside of the knee he’s stroking, feeling the walls relax around him again, enough to continue pressing in.
“Good boy,” he mumbles against Gabriel’s thigh, eyes locked on where he disappears inside the other man.
“My good little slut, making it so easy for me to put this cock where it belongs.”
Gabriel keens and gasps, deliciously stretched enough to feel but not enough to stop.
“Fuck… I should plug you all day,” Henry suggests, “Train your body for me. Have you learn how to kneel; make you into a proper submissive.”
Gabriel can’t help but whimper, though he also pants out his own retort.
“Oh- what like the time I left you to wait in my room when I had a lecture? With that vibrator in your ass? Think *you* were a pretty good sub then…”
Henry glares at him, cheeks burning.
“I’m the one punishing you today, keep in line Gabe.”
Gabriel snickers and eases up as Henry bottoms out, pulling him down into a kiss.
“Oh… I see how it is. Are you embarrassed to admit how many times you came all over yourself in your boxers? How desperate you were when I got back and you were sobbing my name? How you begged to have my cock? Or put yours in me? Even when you were only cumming dry by that point?”
Henry bites Gabriel’s lip as punishment.
“Not embarrassed… just trying to keep up the ‘Edward’ act,” he huffs.
“Why would you do that? You’re Hen. That’s the same thing.” Gabriel replies, voice hushed as he waits with Henry’s dick wrapped inside him, lying still.
“…Love you,” Henry replies softly, pressing a kiss over Gabriel’s sternum so his heartbeat can thrum through the chemist’s lips.
“Love you too.”
Henry still sets a punishing pace when they feel ready, thrusting deep enough to knock moans out of Gabriel even when he has no breath left. His hands grip Gabriel’s hips with deliberate force, always hoping there’ll be bruises left to show for themselves; the sorts that sit pretty under his jeans but make him wince if he accidentally bumps into the edge of a desk in lecture theatres.
“Still a fucking slut,” Henry mutters, grinning with delight as he watches Gabriel’s face curled beautifully in pleasure.
“Mgh~ hah… y-yes! fuck~ fuck! hngh~…” the lawyer pants.
Henry moans back in the crook of Gabriel’s neck, humming against the heavy thud of his pulse.
“Henny~…” Gabriel pleads when he feels that soft vibration in his neck, “…hands~”
It’s about the only absolute command they have between them; when Henry’s hand obeys Gabriel’s instruction and slips up to the soft skin of his neck, curving around it like a glove and letting his fingertips dig heavy into the sides of it. Gabriel’s mouth drops open a little further, moaning until the moment his brain goes staticky quiet and he can just bask, holding his breath momentarily, in its pleasure.
Henry’s hands continue up after they loosen, slipping the fingers that he knows make Gabriel’s dick throb and ass clench into his mouth for the lawyer to suckle on.
Gabriel goes wild for Henry’s hands. They’ve always known it. It was a joke one time when they sat watching a film with their flatmates in the darkness, Hastie’s hands flying to Gabriel’s as he yelped at a jumpscare. Even in pitch black the law student could tell, laughing and asking whether it was Richard or Hastie that grabbed him. They teased him mercilessly for knowing enough to decipher that it wasn’t Henry.
Then later in the chemist’s bedroom when Gabriel spilt all to him after a few too many taunts, professing how just the thought of the shapely digits stretching him open would have him orgasm in seconds if he was trying to masturbate.
So it’s no surprise when Gabriel eagerly laps his tongue over the two in his mouth, coating them in heavy saliva that’ll leave a string connecting them when they pull away. And it’s still no surprise when Gabriel moans around them, trying to speak through the flesh.
“Close~” he whines, muffled by Henry’s lengthy, thick fingers.
Henry nods, too far gone to act anymore,
“Yeah baby, I know, I know sweetheart… me too… cum on my cock, baby boy… c’mon…” the chemist huffs breathlessly, hips slamming into Gabriel’s with a quickly deteriorating rhythm but increasing force; the echo of skin hitting skin and the slick noises of his cock sliding into Gabriel like a knife through hot butter. Henry slips his wet fingers from Gabriel’s mouth and traces them down to lovingly stroke his dick.
Gabriel unravels into Henry’s hand with a mewl, head tipping back against the pillow to expose the soft underside of his jaw, which Henry lays the flat of his tongue over. He burrows his cock deeper into Gabriel and grinds it in place as he cums, moaning against the other’s neck as he sucks dark hickeys into the pale expanse.
“Good boy…” he croons, kissing down his chest as he pulls out and licks Gabriel’s cock clean until the other man’s oversensitive whining becomes pleas for him to stop and a weak hand in Henry’s hair.
The chemist pulls back with a satisfied, shit-eating grin.
“Better than ‘Edward’?”
Gabriel huffs a quiet laugh, eyes slipping closed as he fights to come to his senses.
“Just as good as always,” he murmurs, earning the soft press of Henry’s lips to his own as the other wipes him off with a tissue.
“Good. And you’re glad we didn’t go out in the end?”
“Definitely.”