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Happily Ever After
The way in which
We use ‘happily ever after’
Implies an end instead of a beginning
And how can that be happy?
- Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, excerpted from In: The Ramblings of a Closeted Prince, published 2027.
@theagcd , published December 31
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[Image description: Alex Claremont-Diaz is sitting on a couch with a bottle of champagne in his hand, facing the camera, a party raging behind him. Prince Henry is looking at Alex with affection, his hand on Alex’s knee.]
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“Are you sure about this?” Alex checks in, his fingers squeezing Henry’s tightly.
“Very,” Henry replies, doing that thing where he sets his chin with determination. It’s so cute. “It’s tradition, after all.”
“After, can we, uh. Is there a place we can go? Because - and don’t get me wrong, I’m very fucking pissed about this - that polo shirt, those fucking pants-”
“Jodhpurs.”
“Fuck you.”
“That can be arranged, yes, darling. I know a place.”
“I’m so angry at how rich and hot you look right now.”
“I know, love, I know.”
And now he’s smirking, and Alex very much wants to wipe that fucking smirk off his face, but for the whole no PDA thing. And as the prince’s official suitor, he mostly tries to play by the rules. Mostly. There may already be a pap photo of him squeezing Henry’s ass as he’d greeted the English delegation to a state dinner in January. It may have caused ~a moment~ in the British tabloids, because, as he’s learning, fuck the British tabloids.
“Time to go take your seat, love.”
Alex makes his way into the stands, Amy at his side. The threat level has slowly gone down over time, but there’s still an extra Secret Service agent walking the perimeter. Not that he’d put it past these rich Connecticut hoity-toities to want to take his bi, brown, progressive ass out, but he’s not super worried.
As the match starts with the National Anthem, Alex stands, then waits patiently as Prince Henry is announced. Henry rides in, looking gorgeous, and comes to the stands for what is apparently a traditional pre-polo smooch with the royal suitor. Alex sighs into it, his hands on the railing in front of him.
“You’re my height for once, love,” Henry murmurs before releasing Alex’s hair and riding off.
"Fuck you. Good luck!"
Later, he puts that same hand back in Alex’s hair as he shoves Alex down to his knees on the floor of the tack room. He’d improvised a tie with one of the spare reins, so Alex’s hands are drawn behind his back. He refuses to use a riding crop on Alex, though, even though Alex raises his eyebrow suggestively at them. “You like thunk, darling, not sting. I promise you, you don’t want to try that. Nor am I risking drawing blood from you in a filthy tack room.”
Fucking into his mouth, though, because Henry knows now exactly how far he can push Alex, exactly where his limit is - apparently that’s just fine in a filthy tack room.
Hank bb 🤠
[Alex has sent an image.]
(sent 2:23 pm, 2/25)
Am I looking at what I think I’m looking at?
(sent 3:15 pm, 2/25)
do you think ur looking at a dick pic
because if so we should probably get ur eyes checked
I fucking passed bb
(sent 3:17 pm, 2/25)
You passed!!!!! Alex!!!! I am so proud of you!!!
What happens next?
(sent 3:18 pm, 2/25)
now i guess i have to fucking look at law schools omg
oh shit henry
i do not like the consequences of my actions
how the fuck am i going to do law school
how the fuck am i going to pick one
am i really giving up my plans
plans ive had since
you know
ever
(sent 3:19 pm, 2/25)
Deep breaths for me, darling.
(sent 3:20 pm, 2/25)
Incoming call from Hank bb 🤠…
(accepted, 3:20 pm, 2/25)
International affair! 10 photos of Prince Henry and Alex Claremont-Diaz being total relationship goals at a recent meeting in Paris. Click here to see more. ->
“To Alex!” Henry calls, raising his vodka shot high in the air.
“To Alex,” the crowd around them calls, throwing back their shots with glee.
Their party has completely taken over the small bar in Georgetown, but it’s okay - Henry’s paid them handsomely already for the evening of hosting Alex and his family, the Super 6, and most importantly, Alex’s friends from Georgetown, to celebrate his graduation.
Alex throws back the vodka shot with ease before hooking his arm around Henry’s neck and pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. They don’t have to worry about PDA - other than the Secret Service, PPOs, the President herself, and Zahra and Shaan, all for emergencies of various kinds, everyone else had been required to check their phones at the door.
And it’s a good thing, because Nora’s already up on a table, June and Pez and Jones catcalling her, and Henry seems to remember something the bar owner said about having a karaoke machine.
The ‘adults’ once again make themselves scarce after a minimum amount of time spent with the crazy college kids, except for Zahra and Shaan, who have taken over a corner and are apparently sharing a bottle of wine and typing rapidly into their phones together, or next to each other, Henry supposes, rather than together.
He tilts his head as he looks at them, then shakes it. Nah, there’s nothing there. Can’t be.
“You’re thinking of going back to school? Bea! I’m going back to school! We have to be buddies!” Alex yells across the table, because, as Henry can tell, he’s had way too many shots to remember how to control the decibel of his voice. Henry fucking loves that about him. He loves everything about him.
“A, my dear, we already are, but yes, let’s be grad school buddies.” She turns back to Alex’s friend Suzi, with whom she’d been speaking before Alex had done his adorable ADHD interruption, to explain that she’s going back to get a degree in counseling and therapy. “I’m not likely to have a practice, but I want to be able to understand better what my foundation needs, where it can help the most.”
“That’s AWESOME!” Alex yells like he hadn't actually already heard that news a week ago, and Henry laughs, pulling him away and setting his attention on dancing instead.
Alex, as always, puts his entire being into it. “C’mon baby, move those hips, show me what you’re working with.” He lets Alex maneuver him this way and that, trying his best to, yes, move those hips. He’s certainly capable of doing so in the bedroom, so why is the dance floor so bloody difficult?
During a marginally slower song, Alex wraps his arms around Henry’s neck and basically lets Henry move him around the dance floor. “I need to be fucked, baby. God. Need your dick in my mouth. I need to get out of here yesterday.”
Snorting but also irrevocably turned on, he and Alex stumble their way to Amy, who blessedly helps them back to the residence. He’s fairly sure they don’t actually do anything before bed; at least, he finds himself and Alex all wrapped up in each other’s arms, but still fully clothed from the party, the next morning. And when he does his due diligence to care for his poor, hungover boyfriend, Alex indeed gives him a spectacular blowjob once he’s feeling better.
Georgetown University posted:
DC Pride photodump! We are so proud of our LGBTQIA+ club and resource center for their float! Georgetown was recently named the Best College in DC for LGBTQ Students, and these folks are the reason why. Read the message from club president Jones below, or click through to see the celebration!
[Image description: Photoset includes about twenty-five photos, but right in the middle, the most liked is an image of FSOTUS and recent Georgetown graduate Alex Clairmont-Diaz with boyfriend Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, holding a bag of candy between them as they throw it off the float and wave. Alex is wearing purple shorts and a shirt with a rainbow in the bisexual pride colors with the letters “BI BABE” arching over the top. Henry is wearing a light lavender linen button up tee with a rainbow flag pin and tan chinos.]
Lucifer the Morning Star
come to tx
with me
pls?
[Lucifer the Morning Star has sent a link: Take a Break, from Hamilton.]
come see how ur colonies celebrate their break up from u
(sent 8:03 am, 7/1)
That sounds delightful. I’ll let Shaan know.
Also, love, why are you not asleep?
(sent 8:45 am, 7/1)
early morning meeting with this talk show host at the local radio for the voting drive.
we’re going to do it, baby
we’re going to hit 1 mil new voters this weekend, i can feel it
want you here to celebrate with me
(sent 8:47 am, 7/1)
I’ll be there, of course.
(sent 8:49 am, 7/1)
Is the First Son Ellen Claremont’s Secret Weapon? Tune into The Rachel Maddow Show tonight to see our analysis.
Lake LBJ is gorgeous, the lake house very charming, and Henry doesn’t mean that in the upper-class way of ‘inadequate and small.’ No, he is utterly charmed by the house, by Oscar Diaz, and by Texas.
He’s thinking about that, about feeling so at home and welcome in a place that seems so alien to where he’s from, that he doesn’t notice Alex pulling himself up onto the dock until his boyfriend is shaking cold lake water all over Henry’s sun-warmed skin and yelling, “Shower time!”
“God, you are such a cretin,” Henry laughs before pulling Alex down on top of him. “And a brat.”
Alex’s lips slide over his once, twice, before Alex moves to the side, laying down hip-to-hip with Henry and contemplating the fluffy white clouds with him.
“Have you thought recently about how our relationship is almost a year old?”
“I…maybe have plans for something, yes.”
“It’s fuckin’ weird, though.” Alex turns to him, propping his head up on one hand. “I look back a year ago and everything is so different. And I wonder…where are we going to be in a year? Or five, or ten? Things keep changing. What if Mom gets reelected? What if she doesn’t? What if I don’t hack it at NYU? What if I do? What if you can’t visit as often as you like?”
“You can play ‘what if’ forever, you know, love.”
Beside him, Alex sighs, deflating some of his anxiety. “I know. I know-”
“How about this one: what if we decide to live together? Have you thought about…making this not a long distance relationship before?” Henry feels anxious now, awaiting Alex’s thoughts.
He doesn’t have to wait long. Alex’s fingers thread through his. “I would love to live with you. I just figured we’d have to wait until after NYU. Don’t they like, need you in England?”
“I’m the spare,” Henry says with a shrug. “Pez has this charity that's establishing a series of shelters for queer youth throughout New York City. They’re looking for a figurehead, a director. It would be a good fit for me.”
“Of course it would be a good fit for you, baby! You’d be amazing at that.” Alex leans his chin on Henry’s chest, meeting his eyes through those gorgeous eyelashes. “You’d really move to NYC for me?”
“I was hoping,” Henry starts as he brushes his fingers through Alex’s curls and shakes out some lake water, “that we could move to NYC together, actually.”
“You want to live with me?”
“Do…you not?”
“I mean, fuck yes, it’s just. I’m me.”
Henry raises a brow.
“C’mon Hen, you can’t count that as negative self-talk.”
“Oh really? Because I thought as your dom I could call it as I see it. And how I see it is you saying you’re not good enough or likable enough for someone to want to live with you.” Alex looks disgruntled, so Henry takes the opportunity to roll, landing Alex on his back and Henry on top of him, pinning his arms to the dock. “Ask me again if I want to live with you.”
Alex still looks vulnerable, which makes Henry’s heart hurt. “Do you want to live with me?”
“Every day for the rest of my life.”
“Baby.”
“Mijos, get a fucking room!” Oscar calls from the shoreline, a margarita in his hand. Behind him, he can see June making throw-up motions and Nora snickering.
“Sorry Mr. Diaz!” Henry calls, rolling off Alex and dropping into the water to cool off his dick. He looks up at Alex, who looks dazed. “Is this a bad time to tell you that I bought a brownstone in Brooklyn?”
He laughs at Alex’s look of Pikachu surprise before he’s swimming away. On cue, he hears the splash as Alex joins him in the lake.
@thagcd , published November 4th
FOUR MORE YEARS! Congratulations mom and the entire #ClaremontHolleran team.
Thank you to everyone who voted, whether by mail or in person. Your voice matters!
#ForwardTogether
[Image description: President Claremont is surrounded by cheering supporters as she gives her victory speech.]
Uno Revelations, part 3:
H: I know you’re stressed, darling, but you need to give your brain a break. Your L3 work will be there when you come back. Come on, you love beating me at UNO.
A: Okay, okay. Stakes?
H: How about, any time you draw four or more, you have to remove a piece of clothing?
A: Fuck yeah, strip UNO, how have we not thought of this before?
H: Ooo, red to start, I can work with that. Oh, dang it! [Henry picks up the cards he accidentally flung to the floor in his hurry to get a red 9 on the board]
A: Guess what, baby? Yellow.
H: [Henry glares as he draws four and removes his button up.]
A: No fair, you’re just doing that to distract me.
H: What else would you have me take off that wouldn’t be distracting, darling?
A: Got me there.
H: Yellow skip, red skip, red 2.
A: You don’t have to be so glib about it. Fucking hell, why red? Why red, huh? Christ, finally. Red 5.
H: Oo, green 5! Uno! This is going to be a quick one, darling. And I haven’t even gotten you out of your shirt yet.
A: Don’t be so sure. Ummm. Blue 5?
H: (With a huge grin) Wild. I win!
He sets down the Wild card and Alex can see it’s one of the ones from the new editions where you can write your own rule. They’ve had some fun with them in the past; his favorite is “Go down to UNO, but also go down on your partner.”
This one, however, is a new one. “Draw 25…or marry me?”
He looks back up at Henry, who’s holding out his signet ring, face now serious.
“Oh my God, really?”
“Er…yes? I figured if we’re getting married on August 5th, 2026, we should get engaged before that point. You’re making me nervous, darling…”
“Oh, oh, right. Yes! Of course I’ll marry you.” He holds out his hand, and Henry slides the gold signet ring up his pinky. It’s a little loose, so Alex might ask later to wear it around his chain, but for now, it works. “Can I also draw 25 so I can get naked?”
Henry just groans as he pulls Alex to him and starts pulling off his clothing.
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“Baby?” Alex asks after unlocking the front door. The PPOs have mentioned that they’d love if the couple would install a more safe digital lock, but both he and Henry enjoy the sensation of sliding the key into place and pushing open the door. Besides, their gate is all pass-coded with rotating numbers and shit. This is their personal entrance.
“Upstairs,” Henry calls, and Alex smiles.
He’s home from the law firm on time for once, as a promise to his husband tonight. He’s had more than a few “oh shit, I worked several hours past when I said I would be home/meet Henry someplace” and has done more than his fair share of groveling, but they’ve worked out a system when it’s something important, something special, and tonight, the system worked well. It involves reminders on his phone as well as a phone call from Henry an hour before he should be heading home, and looping his assistant in on it. It’s a lot, and it’s a testament to Henry’s willingness to deal with his brain that Henry goes through with it all. Alex is extremely, eternally grateful.
He’s not sure what makes tonight special, but when his dom says he’s to come home on time because they’re having a special night, he listens.
The door to their bedroom is closed, a garment bag hanging on it with the note in Henry’s handwriting, ‘get naked, clean yourself thoroughly, and put me on.’
He’s already sliding out of his shoes as he unzips the garment bag, and then he’s letting out a long breath.
It’s become a bit of a thing, see, Henry loving Alex’s cock trapped behind lace. Especially since he’s so…expressive (fucking wet, all the time, for Henry).
This particular set is new, which isn’t surprising to Alex as his dom loves online shopping for him when he’s up at 2 am with insomnia. It’s a plum purple, sticking with their theme, with high sides that will arch over his hips but with a full lace back because he hates thongs. The top is almost like a ribbon harness bra, with straps of plum silk that will cup his pecs and make him feel like he’s being tied up on top.
He quickly starts walking toward the hallway bathroom, dropping clothes as he goes. Henry loves prepping Alex, he truly does, but Alex also likes being ready for Henry in this way, getting himself ready, so it’s a compromise, like everything in their relationship. Tonight it’s Alex’s turn to get himself all ready and prepped for his dom.
And oh, does he love the feeling of the approval Henry gives him when he does a good job.
He’s quick but thorough in the shower thanks to some tools they’ve gathered over the years. He rushes through drying off, so the lace clings a little when he pulls it up, but then he’s sliding his cock into the special pouch area built specifically for folks like him, and admiring himself in the mirror. The lace looks luscious over his ass, but he especially loves the way the panties hug his hips.
The harness bra is a little more complicated to get into, but eventually he has his arms and head in all the right holes and he can tug it into place. He looks - he feels fabulous.
Maybe 15 minutes have passed since he got home, but he’s still anxious and excited as he knocks on the bedroom door.
“Come in.”
Henry is sitting at his writing desk, because he has a writing desk in their bedroom like an author from some era gone by. It’s an antique he brought from KP, and they’d had to up the insurance on the house just for it, but he, apparently, loves it.
“One moment, darling, I’m just finishing. Come kneel for me.”
Henry indicates the pillow by his feet without even looking up at Alex, which makes Alex’s stomach go positively molten. For some reason he’s never tried to explore, he kind of really loves it when Henry acts like he doesn’t have time for Alex.
Maybe because it’s so obviously not the case, so obviously role play, because Henry has shown, time and time again over the years, that he has nothing but time and patience for Alex.
Alex tries to repay him with all the love he can muster.
He waits on the pillow, but he’s never been able to sit still, to wait patiently. Luckily, Henry doesn’t require it of him. Tonight, he keeps his attention by playing with this little set of silver rings that all loop around each other in different variations. Henry had found the fidget for him and it helps quiet his mind as he waits.
“Very good, darling, thank you for that time. I appreciate it so much when you give your own time like this.” Henry stands, his fingers playing through Alex’s hair, before he takes the fidget and helps Alex to his feet. “Oh, yes. I thought this would be gorgeous on you, princess.”
If he’s getting called princess, he has a feeling where this is going, but that’s all fine and dandy with him.
“Bend over the bed for me, love.”
He can hear the sound of Henry pulling off some part of his clothing as he goes to comply, then sees Henry’s shirt flutter to the floor out of the corner of his eye. Behind him, Henry runs his fingers over Alex’s ass before squeezing his hips with a sound of appreciation, then pulling the panties down. “Widen your stance a little. So good for me, love, there you go.”
The first touch of lube is cold, but it warms quickly enough as Henry starts to stretch his rim. He doesn’t need to do much, Alex knows, because the plug he’s taking isn’t huge. It slides inside him perfectly, the cold metal slowly warming with his body temperature. And when Henry pulls him up to stand, it slides over his prostate and makes his legs wobble.
It’s then that Alex fully takes in that Henry is wearing jeans and nothing else, and his stomach swoops again because he knows exactly what it’s time for.
Henry reaches up, pulling his Stetson from the hook on the wall, and drops it on his head. He makes a sight, the posh prince gone tan in the Texas sun, wearing nothing but a Stetson and a pair of unbuttoned jeans, leaning barefoot against one of the columns of their four-poster bed. The jeans cling to his thick thighs, and Alex knows if he were to turn a circle, his ass would look spectacular.
Henry doesn’t give him the pleasure, though, instead drawling in the Texas accent he’s been attempting to practice for years now, “I thought, darlin’, that we might play princess and cowboy.”
Alex groans, dropping back to his elbows on the mattress and spreading his legs. “You still sound awful, but I don’t fucking care, sir.”
Henry grins and obligingly drops the accent. “I’ll keep working on it, then, darling.” He puts on a little show of taking off the jeans, revealing those tantalizing, creamy thighs an inch at a time, his cock already red and standing proud.
He has, of course, already prepped himself as well, which means that all he has to do is release Alex’s own cock from the lace panties before he’s taking Alex into himself completely. Alex groans, nearly swallowing his tongue at the feeling of tight, wet heat even as the metal of the princess plug glides over his prostate below.
There’s nothing more powerful looking in the world, in Alex’s opinion, than Henry when he starts to ride, whether that’s riding Alex’s dick or riding his horse. Alex has unofficially banned himself from most of Henry’s charity polo matches because of that one time at an Oxford reunion match where they almost got caught in another fucking tack room…fucking.
He can’t fucking help how hot his husband is, okay?
Henry’s only gotten better, stronger with age. There’s something to his face, now. Age and wisdom, sure, but also this look that took Alex forever to figure out: comfort. Years and years of being comfortable with himself, being comfortable in his own skin, as an out, proud, gay man.
Oh sure, Henry was hot before. That little mole above his lip that makes Alex want to die and his lips and his expressive eyes and- but it always had this tinge of sadness that wasn’t just because of the depression.
Henry has bloomed in his thirties, in his confidence, and Alex counts his lucky fucking stars he’s been along for the whole ride.
All of these thoughts flitter through his mind as Henry rides him, using those fucking thighs to push himself up and off Alex’s cock, then dropping back down so they both gasp, then rolling his hips like he still can’t really do on the dance floor.
The plug is grinding against Alex's prostate, and he moans, trying to force out around his lips somehow that he’s not going to last long this way, but Henry seems to understand. He slows the pace, dropping down and leaning over Alex’s body and capturing his lips and torturing them both with slow slides and hip rolls.
“You going to come in your cowboy, princess?” Henry whispers against his ear, and Alex shudders. “Going to mark me up, inside out?”
“Sir,” Alex groans, biting down on his lip.
“Don’t hurt yourself, darling,” Henry censures, using his thumb to pull Alex’s abused lip away from his teeth. He leans down to kiss him again, instead, letting Alex put his attention there.
Alex loses count of how many times Henry does it: pulls back to ride him hard, only to stop just short of orgasm for the both of them and do a slow grind instead. All that Alex knows is that he’s moaning and panting and begging through the edging, and Henry keeps fucking teasing him with words like, “Gonna fill me up? Gonna make me yours?”
There’s some odd satisfaction in Alex that Henry breaks first, slamming himself down on Alex’s cock, grinding out his orgasm with a shout, coming stripes over Alex’s stomach and chest that soak into the lace and silk. The tight squeeze of Henry’s muscles sets him off. He wraps his arms around his husband’s body, buries his face in Henry’s neck - a move which incidentally finally knocks the Stetson off - and does, indeed, mark him up from the inside.
When he comes back to himself, Henry’s already cleaned him up and has Alex sitting in his lap, but he’s still wearing the lingerie top, which makes him feel pretty and floaty. Henry apparently also thinks so, because he’s slowly tracing his fingers across the silk straps as Alex comes down from his high.
“It’s been awhile since we’ve done a rope night,” Henry murmurs, and Alex isn’t even sure if he’s supposed to hear, but he smiles anyway, and leans over to kiss Henry’s shoulder. “Hello, darling.”
“Hey, baby.”
“You look gorgeous, you know.”
“You have a good eye.”
“True, but I also have a gorgeous husband.”
Alex hums, accepting the compliment - sure, the second time, but old habits die hard - and also accepting a quick peck on his lips.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” he says with a laugh after doing a quick check in with himself.
“Do you want to wear that downstairs, around the house? Or would you like me to pick out something different for you to wear?”
“I’d like to wear the top but I’d go for some lounge pants or something.”
“Perfect. I attempted pollo verde, your abuela’s recipe. I’m sure it won’t be as good as hers, but-”
“It smells amazing, baby, thank you.” He leans up, doing a full stretch of his arms before rolling out of bed. “You should put the jeans back on. And the Stetson.”
“Noted,” Henry says after a second, grinning.
Happily Ever After
The way in which
We use ‘happily ever after’
Implies an end instead of a beginning
And how can that be happy?
- Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, excerpted from In: The Ramblings of a Closeted Prince, published 2027.
[Scribbled into the margin of this poem on Henry's personal copy is a note from Alex that simply says 'it is when I'm with you.' Henry's not sure when he added it, but he discovered it in 2031, and decided his husband needed a romantic night with his dom to reward him.]