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There is no part of Henry that Alex doesn’t want. So he keeps Henry’s hands pressed against the bed as Henry gasps, and he swallows and swallows and swallows, not allowing a single drop of him to go to waste.
At first, the legs pressing against his shoulders begin to quiver but soon they relax and Alex has to let go of Henry’s hands to catch them from falling. He grasps Henry’s thighs, pressing kisses on the insides of them, gladly listening to the softest little sounds escaping the man that he adores with his whole heart.
When he’s done worshipping his thighs, for now, he looks up and finds those blue eyes staring right back at him. He can’t help but smile at the happy, dazed look on Henry’s face, his tousled sand-colored hair, and the growing blush on his cheeks. He lets go of his legs and slumps down on top of him, loving the little squeak that escapes Henry as he does so.
When Henry slowly figures out how to use his hands again, he lifts them from where Alex held them and wraps them around Alex’s neck, pulling him down into a long, deep kiss. Alex has a feeling that it’s a thank you of sorts.
Henry is the one to pull away but his lips don’t go far. They travel down his neck and Alex lets him love on him just a little, even though tonight is only for Henry. Henry doesn’t know that but at the end of the night, he will. Sometimes it just feels nice to show him exactly how much Alex loves him because it’s difficult, impossible, to put into words and Henry deserves to feel good. The greatest. The most loved.
”Let me,” Henry whispers into his neck and his hand starts to make its way down.
Alex stops him immediately by taking hold of the wandering hand.
”No,” he says, pulling away to look at Henry, who now seems quite confused. ”Not tonight, baby.”
He’s playing a little dirty but he’s been saving up that pet name since the beginning of their little session, knowing that Henry would have no other choice but to do whatever he says when he uses it. With that single word, it’s like he is completely his. His mind doesn’t wander to shopping lists or anything else anxiety-inducing. His mind just melts and Alex can see that in those blue eyes of his. It’s like they go a little hazy. It must make him feel loved. It’s adorable and Alex’s heart soars.
Henry doesn’t say anything but his hand drops to the side and he doesn’t try anything when Alex moves downward again. He grabs the lube bottle from where he threw it about fifteen minutes ago and squirts a good amount of it on his hand. He hears Henry curse under his breath and turn his eyes to the ceiling, almost like he’s thanking all the Gods for this moment.
Alex starts with only one finger. He keeps careful watch over Henry’s expressions, glad that the man doesn’t try to hide them anymore when they are alone. He looks for signs of pain or ’too much’ but finds none. He is completely relaxed around him and it doesn’t take long for him to add another finger.
”Baby,” he whispers again when he feels Henry tense up slightly. Henry gasps and breathes and relaxes. ”Good.”
He takes his sweet time, enjoying the way Henry’s moans turn higher and higher as he keeps going. He hardens again, just from the constant touch to the spot that Alex has learned to find in a heartbeat. He rolls his entire hand, hooking his fingers in a way he knows Henry loves and soon, the first tears spill.
It’s a wonderful sight to see: Henry letting go completely. He knows the difference between his sadness and pleasure. These tears fall slowly, one by one, and the soft sobs that escape him aren’t heartbreaking. They are the most beautiful thing Alex has ever heard.
He slows down his movements slightly, not wanting Henry to become completely overwhelmed just yet, and moves his other hand to his chest, feeling the warmth and the fast heartbeat there. Thank God for his heart.
Henry begs him, thrusting his hips toward him, asking for more. Alex growls at the gesture, bringing his hand to his lower stomach and pressing down on it so that he can’t move anymore. He keeps his eyes on his face, his beautiful face, and goes harder when the blue eyes go shut.
Henry kicks him accidentally on the shoulder but doesn’t seem to notice doing so. Alex doesn’t mind it, just moves the leg under his armpit so that it doesn’t happen again. He keeps pushing, pushing, pushing, wanting to drive Henry to the edge before he touches him anywhere else. Have him go as far as he can with only his fingers.
It soon turns out that he can go very far. His thighs begin to shake again, his entire body tensing up. He is so hard between his legs and so red and full that Alex wants to put his lips on him again. Wants to feel the weight of him in his mouth again.
He knows the signs of an upcoming peak in Henry’s pleasure. He knows his body entirely, every little speck of it. The little nod of approval of what is happening, the shaking, the tensing up of every single muscle, the tears.
Henry goes incredibly tight around his fingers, fluttering, and Alex is in awe and love as he watches him come on his stomach, lazily shooting robes of white onto his skin without a single touch on his cock. Alex’s mind screams and he wants to tear him apart. That’s how fucking beautiful he is.
Henry’s arching his back in a way that is so lovely but can’t possibly be comfortable. Alex soothes his fingers down his side, carefully counting each rib, and then, presses his palm to the dip of his waist which is beautiful and soft.
”Relax,” Alex whispers, Henry’s body so tense beneath him that he swears he’s trying to keep himself intact. ”Relax, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
He’s still shivering and those wonderful eyelashes are still resting against his wet cheeks, withholding those sweet blues from him. Alex pulls his fingers out slowly, pressing a kiss on the inside of his knee when Henry hisses and tenses even more, his knuckles white on the grip he has on the rumbled sheets.
Alex climbs up his body, cupping Henry’s cheek with his palm, and marvels at the sight of his man: cheeks red, dried tracks of tears decorating them the way sunlight does to water. The salt of them must be prickling his sensitive pale skin that Alex loves to touch and kiss.
”Henry,” he starts again, voice still soft. Henry looks like he could shatter if anyone spoke or moved too harshly. Alex would love to pick up the pieces. ”Henry, baby?”
And just like that, his body goes limp. His back presses against the mattress again, the hands holding the sheets let go and his mouth goes slack, his eyes opening barely as he lets out a whimper that reminds Alex of the way he sounds every morning when he has to wake him up early. Like he has awakened from something most wonderful and Alex can’t hold back his proud, gleeful smile: he did that.
He thumbs away the dried tears, ”Sweetheart, was it too much?”
Another pained whimper and the slightest shake of a head that only Alex gets to see because he is the only one who gets to have him like this.
”Please.”
Alex hums, ”What do you need?”
His breathing is almost erratic, the look on his face so confused and soft that Alex can tell he’s having trouble finding words and putting them together in a way that means something. His lovely poet, at a loss of words. God, he loves him.
His eyes are open now, looking like small oceans in the dim room. Alex hopes the almost non-existent light makes his eyes look like they have specks of gold in them because that is how he feels when he looks at the man under him.
”You,” Henry whispers then, tired, almost like saying that single word has taken all the strength in him.
”I’m right here,” Alex promises, pressing a kiss onto the side of his face. ”You’ve got me, I’m here only for you and I’ve got you, baby.”
His words make more tears escape from Henry’s eyes and Alex sighs in love and wraps his arms around him, rolling them onto their sides.
”Shh,” he soothes him as Henry gasps against his collarbone. ”I’ve got you. You’re so okay.”
He lets Henry cry against him and if the moment was any different and the tears were ones of hurt, his heart would ache but now it only swells with happiness and incredible, unfathomable love: Henry’s tears are proof of the fact that he’s beginning to believe the words Alex tells him. That he is worthy of being taken care of like this. That he can let go in his arms. That Alex loves him with the power of the entire universe. With every speck of stardust that he is made of.
Henry’s quivering lips come to rest against his.
”Please,” he begs again, and Alex would give him anything. Anything at all. ”I need you to… I need you…”
”Tell me. Tell me, baby.”
”Please, fuck me,” his sweetheart gasps. ”Please, love, please-”
”Okay, okay.” He kisses away the desperation, nibbling gently on his lower lip to calm him, and strokes those soft, burning cheeks of his because he can’t keep his hands off of him for a second. He could use a billion eternities doing only this. ”I’ve got you. Sweetheart, just a moment. Just a moment.”
He hates to keep Henry waiting for even a second but the last thing Henry needs in this lovely and sensitive state he is in, is even a smidge of discomfort, so Alex takes the same two fingers he used before and pushes them into him slowly and lets out a breath when Henry takes him just as well as he did a moment ago, tightening himself around him only when he hits that spot deep inside of him.
He thinks about how he could wreck Henry by putting his mouth where his fingers are and he says the thought out loud, making Henry whine and push his hips toward him.
Pushing in yet another finger, just in case and out of love, Alex kisses his knee, then right below it, down his leg and all the way to his foot, every single little tendon there until he has Henry on the verge of crying again.
He pulls his fingers out when Henry’s breathing picks up and kisses him until he’s calmed down again and completely pliable in his hands.
”Come here,” Alex whispers, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him on top of him. Henry is soft on him, lips pressing against his chest as he just lays there for a moment.
Alex pushes himself into a sitting position, taking Henry with him. The movement seems to awaken him again from his bliss and before Alex gets the chance to do so himself, Henry pulls him into another kiss that is desperate and so full of their shared love that Alex thinks he might explode. He pulls away, even though it’s the last thing he wants to do, and presses kisses on Henry’s sweat-covered forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his neck. He thinks: I love this, I love this and this and this and this.
”Here we go,” he breathes into Henry’s neck, bringing his hands to rest on his lower back. He can feel the radiating heat coming off of the skin that is often oh-so cold. He frees one hand for a moment to line himself up and then grasps the softness of his skin again, slowly pushing himself inside of Henry, trying not to focus on the amazing pleasure he’s feeling but on the pleasure he is giving Henry.
He is so warm inside and he is so perfect Alex feels close to crying himself. He allows his eyelashes to hold onto the beads of tears for just a moment before blinking them away. He thrusts up slowly, carefully, and with a small gasp against his skin, Henry wraps his arms around his neck to keep himself in place.
He rolls his hips experimentally even though Henry is completely relaxed and willing around him. The stickiness of Henry’s abdomen makes their skin stick together as they move against one another but neither of them cares. Alex wishes they would melt into one.
Henry’s behind touches his thighs when he thrusts all the way in and Alex kisses him so hard he feels like all the oxygen in the world gets shared between them in that moment. Henry’s grip on him is tighter than it needs to be. He wouldn’t let him fall.
”Look at me, look at me,” Alex says, desperate to see that face that is hiding by his shoulder.
Henry loosens his hold slightly and Alex tightens his, never stopping the movement of his hips as Henry looks at him, his eyes red and cheeks just as wet and blushing as before, if not even more so. He kisses him, tells him he loves him so fucking much and Henry answers in breaths and whines and whimpers that Alex understands.
Holding onto his shoulders, Henry begins to push himself down, making Alex’s eyes roll. Somehow, he manages to get him even deeper into him and it’s bliss. Pure bliss. This moment is an enlightenment. Salvation.
This room is their church and this bed is their altar. Henry is Holy to him.
”Please,” says the sweet voice again and Alex’s hips shudder. ”Please, I need you to.”
It’s the only time Alex can’t give Henry what he wants. Not just quite yet. It’s Henry first tonight. And always.
He presses his fingers into his flesh in a way that will leave a mark. His. He cradles him into his body and keeps him still as he pushes into him with strength and a need that comes from his soul. Henry sobs his name and God’s name but it’s all the same to him.
With how hard he is again, rubbing against Alex’s stomach is enough to drive him over the edge once again and Alex loves him harder than ever before. He lets his tears soak into his tan skin because that is what it must be there for. Not to protect his body; his muscles or his bones, but to have all of Henry.
His lips are there to kiss him, his eyes are there to look at him, his ears to hear him, his mouth to tell him neverending words of love, his arms to hold him, his legs to walk with him, his consciousness and existence just to be with him. When he was born from stardust and his mother, Henry was the reason for it all. The whole world must be here just so that they could be together. The big bang, the nothingness before it, the sun, the moon, all the planets, extinction, every war, every human, every speck of light, all the horrible and wonderful things, they all must have happened just so that they could exist in this moment.
”Love,” Henry rasps and Alex comes back to himself. ”Please, love.”
”I love you,” Alex promises again and his stomach burns.
He can imagine his fingers melting into Henry, passing through between his ribs as he holds him there and gives him what he asked for. He groans, hears the slapping of his skin against his, and loses himself completely. The pleasure burns inside of him as he comes inside of Henry, wet and desperate and he tells him he loves him over and over and over again. Henry cries out, holding onto him just as tightly and he is so flushed and so messy and so his.
Alex slumps against him and Henry feels soft and love-used in his lap.
”I love you,” Henry tells him when he finds his words again but Alex already knows. He kisses his neck, feels for the pulse there and they are so alive.
When Henry rests his face on Alex’s neck again, Alex moves his hands from his hips to his back and lays them down on their little altar. He only lets go for the second it takes for him to grab the blanket tousled on the edge of the bed and wraps it around them, knowing fully well, that soon Henry will be shivering.
Alex wraps an arm around his shoulders and awkwardly reaches to pet his cheekbone, which is somehow the sharpest and the softest thing on Henry’s body, in the entire world. His other hand, his fingertips, count the notches of his spine one by one.
En el nombre del Padre, y del Hijo, y del Espíritu Santo. Amén.
Creo en Dios, Padre todopoderoso, Creador del cielo y de la tierra. Creo en Jesucristo, su único Hijo, nuestro Señor, que fue concebido por obra del Espíritu Santo, nació de Santa María Virgen, padeció bajo el poder de Poncio Pilato, fue crucificado, muerto y sepultado. El tercer día resucitó de entre los muertos. Subió a los cielos y está sentado a la derecha de Dios, Padre todopoderoso. Él vendrá a juzgar a los vivos y a los muertos. Creo en el Espíritu Santo, la santa Iglesia católica, la comunión de los santos, el perdón de los pecados, la resurrección de los muertos y la vida eterna. Amén.
Padre nuestro, que estás en los cielos, santificado sea tu nombre. Venga tu reino, hágase tu voluntad en la tierra como en el cielo. Danos hoy nuestro pan de cada día, y perdona nuestras ofensas, como también nosotros perdonamos a los que nos ofenden. Y no nos metas en tentación, mas líbranos del mal. Amén.
Dios te salve María, llena eres de gracia, el Señor es contigo, bendita tú entre las mujeres, y bendito el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús. Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte. Amén.
Dios te salve María, llena eres de gracia, el Señor es contigo, bendita tú entre las mujeres, y bendito el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús. Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte. Amén.
Dios te salve María, llena eres de gracia, el Señor es contigo, bendita tú entre las mujeres, y bendito el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús. Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte. Amén.
Gloria al Padre, y al Hijo, y al Espíritu Santo. Como era en el principio, ahora y siempre, por los siglos de los siglos. Amén.