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Henry takes Alex to the Met for their “official” first date, and though Alex might tease him about it, there’s something captivating about the way Henry lights up as he talks about his favorite works of art. So captivating that Alex has to drag him off into secluded corners several times to kiss the living daylights out of him. Henry puts up a token protest, at least at first, but he doesn’t actually try to stop him, so Alex counts it as a win.
He still can’t quite believe he gets to do this—to kiss Henry, and hold his hand as they walk through the museum, and slip his arm around his narrow waist while they wait for their table at dinner. He’s deliriously happy, and that’s before Henry takes him home and promptly kisses him senseless up against the front door. Henry’s kisses are all-encompassing and overwhelming in the best way, kissing for the sheer pleasure of it and not necessarily leading to anything more. But Henry also crowds in close, pressing their bodies together from chest to knee, and Alex can’t help but moan when he feels Henry’s obvious interest pushing against his hip.
Alex knows there are no expectations tonight, even when he agreed to go home with Henry. They’ve talked a bit—because they can’t help but talk about everything now, thanks to therapy—mostly because Alex took himself to the sexual health clinic immediately and wasted no time informing Henry of his clean bill of health. While they were standing over the copier at work, just to see him blush. But the point is: they could just do this. Maybe somewhere more comfortable.
Alex also knows that he wants Henry so badly he can hardly breathe, and that he might die if he doesn’t get his hands on Henry’s skin in the next ten seconds. The latter, at least, he can do something about; he tugs Henry’s shirt out of his pants and slides a hand up into the dip of his waist, reveling in the feel of hot, smooth skin under his palm. That apparently serves as some kind of tipping point, because Henry moans at his touch and slots a thigh in between Alex’s, his hands dropping down to Alex’s hips as his own start moving with more purpose. Just the slow grind of their hips together is so fucking good that Alex feels momentarily overwhelmed, and he has to break out of the kiss, burying his face in Henry’s shoulder.
He thinks, maybe, he might get away with it, but no such luck. Henry threads his fingers into Alex’s curls and presses a soft kiss to his temple, and after a moment Alex pulls back to meet his big blue eyes, so full of concern.
“What is it, love?”
“You remember what I said in that therapy session?” Alex asks softly. “About never doing this with a guy before?”
“Of course I do. You know we don’t have to—”
“No, I want to,” Alex cuts him off. “Jesus, I want you so badly, baby. I’m just…”
A tiny smile curves Henry’s kissed-reddened lips. “A little nervous?”
Alex makes a face, because that makes him sound like a blushing virgin or some shit, but in the end he sighs and admits, “Yeah.”
“But you are a fast learner,” Henry says, one corner of his mouth ticking upward.
A jolt of heat sears through Alex, and his cheeks feel like they’re on fire. “Yeah, I am.”
“You’re going to be amazing, love.”
“You can’t know that.”
Henry gives him a look like he’s being absurd. “I know that I’ve wanted this for so long it’s going to be exceptional no matter what. I know that you care too damned much to be anything other than a generous lover.” Then he leans in close, his lips inches from Alex’s ear, and murmurs, “I know you’re going to try so hard to be good for me.”
A whole-body tremor shoots through Alex, and he only narrowly keeps from whimpering. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that?”
Henry’s grin when he pulls back is downright wicked. “You think I sat through all that therapy without figuring out you had a thing for praise?”
“Fuck you,” Alex says, more weakly than he’d like.
“Maybe later,” Henry laughs. “Shall we retire to the bedroom?”
“Jesus, you talking like fucking Downton Abbey should not be a turn-on.”
“Learning a lot about ourselves today, are we?”
“Do you want this blowjob or not?” Alex shoots back, and Henry’s eyes go dark. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he says, smirking as he steps back and tugs Henry along by the wrist. “C’mon, baby.”
Henry leads him to a neat, cozy room decorated in dark blues and warm grays and wastes no time before tugging Alex’s shirt over his head and divesting him of his pants. His eagerness would be amusing if Alex wasn’t impossibly wound up himself, torn between getting Henry’s clothes off as fast as possible and immediately getting his hands on each bit of bare skin that comes into view. Every inch of Henry is more gorgeous than the last, including the long, thick cock that hangs heavy between his legs. Alex never really thought dicks could be pretty, but this one definitely is, and his mouth practically waters at the sight of it. Jesus, yeah, he’s fucking ready. He eagerly presses Henry backward until they topple haphazardly onto the mattress, then kisses the laughter from Henry’s lips and begins working his way down Henry’s torso, licking and sucking and gently nipping, until he’s situated between Henry’s thighs.
He’s not gonna lie: it’s a little daunting, now that he’s down here. Henry’s big. He looks to meet Henry’s heavy-lidded gaze and licks his lips. “Right, so I’m, uh. Good with feedback?”
“Mm, I couldn’t have guessed,” Henry smirks. He reaches down to cup Alex’s cheek, and Alex can’t help but lean into his touch. “I’ll tell you exactly how to make it good for me, love. And you’re going to show me just how quick a learner you are, hm?”
Alex shivers as he nods, and like, fuck, he’s always responded strongly to praise, but there’s something about Henry saying the words, low and heated and in that stupid sexy accent of his, that’s making him feel like his every nerve ending has been lit up from the inside.
Henry’s instructions are clear, but not overbearing, and couched in copious praise whenever Alex does something well. It is, without a doubt, one of the best sexual experiences that Alex has ever had, and Henry hasn’t even touched his dick yet. It’s undoubtedly weird, sucking a cock—the stretch of his lips around Henry’s considerable girth, the weight of him on his tongue, the slight ache in his jaw as it goes on—but the way Henry moans and groans above him, the way he swears in his posh accent when Alex curls his tongue just so, has Alex harder than he’s probably ever been in his life, just from this.
Then Henry’s babbling, “More, faster, move your hand just— like that, ah— I’m going to come, love—”
The first spurts hit the back of his tongue, salty and bitter, and though Alex intended to swallow all of it, he has to pull back and finish working Henry through it with his hand. That’s almost better, though, because the sight of the fat, red head of Henry’s cock sliding through Alex’s fingers, come spurting up to paint his bare chest, is one of the most erotic things he’s ever witnessed in his life. Something like a breathless, ecstatic laugh escapes Henry as he shakes apart under Alex’s ministrations, and he throws an arm over his face as he grins deliriously up at the ceiling.
Alex busies himself grabbing some tissues to clean up as Henry comes down, and lasts probably a whole minute before he prompts, “Well?”
Henry laughs again and tugs weakly at him to climb up the bed next to him. “Christ, Alex, that was… outstanding.”
“You’re not just saying that?” Alex asks as he tucks himself against Henry’s side.
“Never,” Henry insists. He lifts a hand and gently pushes a curl back from Alex’s forehead. “Room for improvement but, for a first attempt, very high marks. You were so good, love.”
“Baby,” Alex moans, because apparently being told he’s good isn’t getting old any time soon, even combined with room for improvement.
Well. Alex has never backed down from a challenge. Now, though, he lets Henry pull him into another kiss, deep and searching like he’s trying to taste himself on Alex’s tongue. The heat in his groin, banked to a smolder, rekindles when Henry pushes him backward into the mattress and brackets Alex’s body with all four limbs, then dips his head down to suck a mark over Alex’s collarbone.
“Let me take care of you,” Henry murmurs, and Alex can only groan a desperate please in response.
Look, Alex is no stranger to getting blowjobs, but he’s never had a blowjob like this, like Henry has a fucking map of every spot on his body to drive him insane. Just the lead up, before he’s even touched Alex’s cock—the scrape of teeth on his inner thigh, the slight suction on his balls—is almost too much, and Alex has to work really hard not to embarrass himself the moment Henry swallows him down.
“You’re a fucking show off, you know that?” he gasps out, and Henry actually smiles around his cock before pulling off with an obscene pop.
“Would you prefer something more circumspect?”
“I’d prefer if you stopped using fancy fucking words and got on with it.”
He doesn’t last long when Henry does so, mostly because Henry takes him down to the fucking base, and Alex can’t help but reach down to brush his thumb against where Henry’s lips are stretched around his cock and across that fucking mole next to the corner of his mouth that Alex is entirely obsessed with.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, which causes Henry to moan and swallow around his cock, and the sensation is so incredible that he barely can choke out a warning before his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave. Henry draws back slightly but keeps the head in his mouth, swallowing everything Alex gives him and continuing to work his tongue until it’s just on the edge of too much.
“Jesus fuck,” Alex says emphatically, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
Henry rests his cheek against Alex’s thigh, and when Alex looks down at him he nearly swears again, because Henry is a fucking sight: all red lips and pink cheeks and hair standing up in every which way where Alex’s hands have been in it.
“Something to aspire to,” Henry says, unbearably smug.
“I’d say something sarcastic if you hadn’t blown my fucking brains out.”
“That‘s handy to know.”
“Shut the fuck up and come kiss me.”
Henry obliges him, crawling up the bed until they’re tucked against each other again, their bodies perfectly slotting together like matching puzzle pieces. They make out lazily for a while, just enjoying the simple pleasure of the give and take of lips and tongues.
“Guess you got lucky when you said you never found me lacking, huh?” he teases a little while later, after they’ve finally subsided into just lying quietly together. “Turned out not to be a lie after all.”
Henry laughs quietly and presses a kiss to Alex’s shoulder. “It was never a lie, love.”