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“Hey Hen,” Alex’s voice rang out through the back of their brownstone, prompting a soft ‘hm’ noise from his husband.
Alex rounded the corner from the hall, no longer in his work clothes. He’d changed into jeans that in Henry’s opinion fit sinfully well, drawing his eyes down lower than they probably should have been. It took him a moment to look up, seeing that the brunette had changed to ‘going out’ clothes instead of loungewear. He was in those obscene jeans now, some nice casual boots, and a button up that clung to his chest just right, hanging loose on his waist. His face was freshly shaven, hair tousled in the way that curls only lay perfect after a shower. There was a moment where Henry was mesmerized thinking about how he absolutely had a crush on Alex.
It might sound silly, if he explained it to anyone else; of course it would. Because obviously, Alex was his husband, clearly Henry loved him. But there’s a difference, and Henry knew that. They’d been together all this time, out and in the public eye, through abdication and marriage. Through all of it, Henry had never been able to stop staring at Alex and thinking he was the most handsome man in the world. He’d never stopped getting butterflies, or blushing at things Alex said or did. Alex getting all dressed up made Henry nervous like it was a first date, every time. In fact, Henry spent hours before their dinners out, picking the perfect outfit or cologne, making sure he looked flawless. He spent most of their dates feeling electricity between their fingers until their hands finally connected. He’d find himself staring and hoping that Alex leaned in to steal a kiss. In the evenings when Alex would text about the end of the workday, he’d wait with bated breath to see if Alex was coming home then or running late.
So right now, staring at Alex walking toward him, Henry couldn’t help but think, ‘I can’t believe I get to be his husband. I can’t believe he chose me’.
“Sweetheart,” Alex hummed again, like he was aware Henry was in his own little world. He leaned down, stealing a kiss, “Earth to, Henry?”
“Sorry,” the blond shook his head, “Are we going out? Did I forget something?” He took a check of himself, glancing over his own attire; pajama pants, one of Alex’s hoodies, both littered with dog hair. He’d been at home writing all day, and now he was plastered on the couch, David on his lap napping contently with gentle petting from Henry.
“No babe, I’m getting dinner with Caitlyn, I told you like Monday, did you forget?”
Henry had in fact forgotten, because he didn’t like it then, and he didn’t like it now. Clearly it was all over his face, nose crinkled without him even noticing it; because Alex laughed.
“Stop making that face, she’s my colleague.”
“Yes, you typically leave those at work, Alex” Henry deadpanned.
“Right, but it is good to get to know your colleagues. It’s good for team building and the work environment and she’s new and I think she’s still nervous,” Alex argued his point with unmistakably lawyered skill.
Henry rolled his eyes anyway.
“She’s been there three months, furthermore she is not your colleague, she is your subordinate; you are her boss. She’s your assistant Alex, also, she wants your cock and it’s mine.” The blond punctuated that by grabbing a pillow from the couch and reaching over to give his husband’s ass a swat with it.
“It is yours, and so is that ass, and you don’t have to worry about it,” Alex laughed, “It’s just dinner, babe,” he added, “With a colleague.”
“With an employee, who wants your cock,” the blond hummed.
“Anyway,” Alex started again, “I was checking in before I left, want me to order you something for dinner?”
“Oh, I see,” Henry nodded, “You can abandon me, leave me all alone on a Friday night, to hang out with some slut who wants you, but you believe me incapable of getting my own food?”
“Henry, sweetheart,” the brunette sighed, “Don’t be sexist.”
“I didn’t call her a slut because she’s a woman. I called her a slut because she’s trying to fuck you, if she’d been a man I’d call him a slut too. So now you believe me to be incapable and a misogynist?”
Again, the brunette sighed heavily, “Baby, it’s not like that, and even if it were it’s not going to happen, alright?”
Now it was Henry’s turn to give a soft huff, one hand petting David, perhaps a bit too roughly, because David huffed as well. But there was always a chance he was just cueing off the blond.
“Hen, am I not allowed to have friends?” Alex asked in an almost timid voice.
“Oh of course you are, don’t guilt me,” the blond whined, “I would just prefer your friends not want you to shag them silly. Though I suppose that’s my fault for marrying a man who looks the way you do,” he added with a pout.
“Aw baby, that’s really sweet, but I’m yours, okay? Just yours, I promise. There’s no one else for me,” the brunette said leaning down to push back his husband’s hair and kiss Henry’s temple. “I’ll be back in a few hours I promise, and then? I’ll remind you who’s the only person I’m ‘shagging silly’, how’s that sound?”
“Good,” Henry said quietly, leaning up to kiss the other man’s lips gently. “Be safe.”
The two men kissed for a moment, just loving tender kisses. They didn’t stop until Alex’s phone pinged that the Uber was waiting for him, only pulling back slowly then and exchanging soft ‘I love you’s before the brunette left.
As soon as the front door closed, Henry huffed again, “Am I being unreasonable?” he asked, looking down at David who barely acknowledged the words. “I just- I know he’s gorgeous. I might be more aware than he is, honestly. I mean I’ve never even met the woman. I just know she texts him way too often,” he frowned as he pulled up one of the dog’s ears absent-mindedly and let it drop back down, resulting in a heavy sigh from David. “I could be wrong you know. She could not even be into men. And even if she were, maybe she’s racist,” the blond nodded, aggressively enough that the dog looked up at him. “What? Don’t give me that look. It’s the only reason someone who’s attracted to men wouldn’t be attracted to Alex. Your other father is very handsome. Are you aware? It worries me sick sometimes,” he added before scratching under the pup’s chin. “But you’re right, he loves me, he wouldn’t cheat on me. Not after everything. It doesn’t mean that slag wouldn’t try,” he hissed the last part resulting in a soft sort of ‘boof’ from David. “No no, you’re right,” the blond sighed, “I must let it go, I can’t worry about it. He’s my husband. And he loves me.” he repeated before giving a deep inhale and exhale.
It lasted a massive forty-five seconds before Henry jolted forward and grabbed his phone, resulting in David barking loudly at him this time. “I know, I’m sorry,” the blond apologized to the pup before scrolling through his phone.
He spent the next full two hours staring at every post Caitlyn had ever made. Occasionally, he’d stare at one photo too long, and force himself to scroll past. What really got Henry was the bright pink and yellow circle illuminating her Instagram story. He fought himself on it the entire time before finally, clicking on it. There were three. A gym selfie? Fine he didn’t care. Picture of a dog? Not nearly as cute as David. And finally, posted an hour ago, a photo of Alex. It was clearly taken across from him, at a table in a place Henry recognized as a sports bar he and Alex had gone to before. But there was Alex, smiling so wide his eyes nearly shut, looking handsome as ever, one hand making a peace sign with wedding band on full display, the other hand holding a beer. But that wasn’t really what got Henry, it was the fucking caption.
“Dinner date with the boss 🤪💕”
Henry definitely stared at that, thumb pressed to his phone screen to keep it from auto-playing, for at least five minutes. Finally, he screamed, just screamed. It was a feral sort of ‘Augh!’ that he just had to get out, but one that sent David into a frenzy.
The next few minutes were spent apologizing to the pup, before Henry sighed and finally got himself off the couch. He paced angrily and checked the time before forcing himself to order some takeout. Once it arrived, he ate it, just as annoyed, face in a frown the entire time. After he’d finished eating, he cleaned up petulantly and then sat on the couch with his book. He read each page at least twenty times, crossly, before Alex literally stumbling into the house jolted him out of it.
“Oh my god?” Henry sat up, book still in hand, “Are you clumsy or drunk?”
“I am, not drunk,” Alex declared, finger in the air and all, “I had a few margaritas, they were half priced, but I am home to rail my hot husband now.”
“How… many margaritas, Alex?” the blond asked, closing his book and already standing up to walk over to his husband.
“Uh, like four? Six, max.”
“Oh Christ, right, so you’re sloshed,” Henry said it half under his breath, walking over to where the brunette was, “Come here,” he said resting one arm around Alex’s waist, “Shoes off, come on, slip them off.”
“I am not that drunk,” Alex argued with a groan, but he was slipping off his shoes. “I promised you sex,” he added with a pout.
“You did,” the blond sighed, “But it’s doubtful you could even get hard enough right now, so let’s move past that idea.” He was already beginning to slowly walk the both of them toward the bedroom.
“Excuse you,” the brunette slurred, “I could absolutely get it up, and I will prove it to you, as soon as we’re in the bedroom.”
“Right,” Henry deadpanned.
Once they reached the bedroom, Henry was carefully dropping his husband onto the side of the bed. He was tugging off a giggling Alex’s shirt, and starting to undo pants, tugging them off before going for socks.
“I love when you get me naked, babe,” Alex giggled, before falling back into the bed as the blond tugged off his socks.
“Yes, I’m sure you do,” Henry exhaled, before glancing up the brunette who was already snoring softly. “Oh, fuck me,” he groaned, rolling Alex over some to fix the bed sheets. He pulled them over his husband and tucked him in with an eyeroll.
By this point David had trotted in as well, looking up curiously, as Henry looked down at him with a frown, “Don’t look at me like that,” the blond began. “Your father is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I love him deeply. Just because I want to murder him right now, doesn’t make that less true. It’s called duality, David.”
With Alex down for the night, Henry made his way to the kitchen for the essentials, coming back to place a bottle of water and a bottle of Advil next to the bed beside Alex. After he’d done that, he took a quick shower before bed and put on cozy pajamas. Part of it was to try and relax and part of it was to stay up a bit late to check on his husband. By the time Henry had gotten ready for bed, Alex was still snoring, fast asleep. With a sigh and spiteful motivation, he grabbed his favorite pillow out of the pile on the bed and padded his way to the guest bedroom. David did not follow, instead hopping up onto the bed to curl beside Alex’s legs. That prompted a ‘Really? You too? Traitor.’ from the blond before he went to the guest room to settle down.
It was a long night of tossing and turning for Henry. In part because he was still so irritated with the entire events of the night, but also because he was too used to sleeping with Alex to rest peacefully without him. By the time the blond finally fell asleep, it only felt like a few hours had passed before the feeling of Alex flopping into the bed jolted him awake.
“Henry, sweetheart, baby, my love, my perfect prince, angel, darling, babe,” each pet name was punctuated by a kiss to the blond’s face, hair, or neck as Alex spoke, “I’m so sorry, princess,” he ended that with an overly pouty kiss to Henry’s temple.
Each kiss made the blond squirm, his face scrunched into a grimace as he tried to pull the covers higher, groaning softly at being awoken, “You should be!” he finally huffed.
“I am, baby, I promise,” Alex pressed more pouting kisses into his husband’s jaw now. “Let me make it up to you, hm?” he asked as one of his hands grabbed at Henry’s hips, tugging the blond closer. His own hips pushed into Henry’s backside, not exactly grinding against the blond, but close enough. “I’ll make it good sweetheart, I promise.”
Henry was still busy trying to ward off the kisses, settled into his petulance now, rolling his eyes at his husband’s words. But when he realized what he felt- Alex’s hard on pressed against his ass, the blond gasped as if he’d been slapped. His entire body jerked as he pulled away and flipped over to make eye contact. It was such a rapid motion that it nearly toppled both of them out of the bed, tangled in sheets.
“Oh, now you remember you have a wife at home! The morning after, when you want to get your cock wet! Get away from me, you pervert!” he scolded, picking up a pillow to swat at the brunette.
The pillow was quickly caught in one of Alex’s hands before he just tossed it to the foot of the bed and looked at Henry with an expression that could only be described as unamused. “Henry, we’re both men, that’s kind of the whole point here.”
That truth however, caused Henry to fling himself onto his own back, literally flailing with a loud ‘Ugh!!!’, “You don’t get it, Alex! It’s the principle of the thing!”
“Well, that’s definitely true,” Alex spoke quietly, watching the tantrum unfold, “I don’t get it. What’s up with you?”
“What’s up with me is that you left your wife and child at home to go have dinner with that cheap slag! And then you have the audacity to come in so drunk you can’t even fuck me, which is the one thing that would have made me feel better about the situation. And then you come in here this morning and act like it’s just fine? Like I’m just supposed to offer you a warm hole because why? You woke up horny? What are you, a teenager? Grow up!”
“Okay, so few things,” Alex began. “Is David my child?”
“Of course he is, don’t be daft.”
“Okay got it, next question can you like stop insulting my coworker who’s done literally nothing wrong?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” Henry hissed. “Did you know she called it a ‘dinner date’? Did you know that?”
“Yes, I agreed it was a dinner date. Not all dates are romantic Henry, she knows I’m married to you,” the brunette sighed, “Circling back for a minute, are you David’s mother or father?”
“Both, I am his father and I carried him in my womb for nine months,” the blond said flatly, “But now you’ve incriminated yourself as well. Bloody non-romantic ‘dinner date’ my arse,” he huffed before scrambling his way out of bed to immediately begin pacing the room.
Alex just lied there on the bed, watching, nodding slowly as he took it all in, “Third, I’m not going to touch on the insults about my perfectly healthy libido when you are the one who acts like a nympho half the time,” he paused as Henry let out another ‘ugh!’.
“Yeah, you heard me,” the brunette said holding back a laugh. “So, this is what a prince tantrum looks like, huh? It’s incredible, you somehow get more British like this.”
“I abdicated, Alex!” the blond scolded, sounding somewhere between frustrated tears and yelling.
“Mhn,” Alex hummed through a smile, “Okay, so how about you come back over here, and we cuddle until our stomachs growl comically loud. Then I’ll make us waffles?”
“I don’t want to fuck you, I’m not in the mood, my feelings are hurt,” the blond pouted.
“Did I say fuck? I said cuddle, come here,” the brunette smiled as he opened his arms, his hands making ‘come here’ motions, “Come on, coomme awwwn, come cuddle your man.”
With another sigh and pout, the blond padded back over to the bed, crawling on and diving into the brunette’s arms, “I’m jealous.”
“I know you are, baby. But I promise you don’t have to be, you’re the only one I want, the only one I got eyes for,” Alex hummed as he enveloped his husband in a tight squeeze.
“I know,” the blond huffed, giving a soft whimper, “But you’re mine, and you’re all mine and I know I can’t expect you to just be mine but, sometimes I wish you were. I know I’m being selfish, but I want all of your attention.”
“Babe, you have all of my attention,” Alex said quietly, stroking his husband’s hair, “You’re the only person that’s ever on my mind. Especially, when it comes to where I put my dick? I mean come on, sweetheart, where would I ever find another mouth like that?”
No matter how much he appreciated hearing that, Henry did audibly whine in that same petulant way. But he also swallowed his husband’s cock down to the hilt before the two of them made it downstairs for breakfast. The sight of Alex prepping waffle batter while wearing nothing but pajama pants and slippers did make him feel better. As did Alex bending him over the counter and slipping fingers inside of him. Quiet whispers of ‘let’s see if I can get you off before your waffle is done’ left Henry shuddering. By the time the blond was sitting at the table, eating his waffle, watching his husband clean up the mess he’d left on the side of the counter, Henry did feel better. And once Alex was sitting down with his own waffle and they were eating together, Henry had almost forgotten that he was ever upset to begin with.
The two men ate their breakfast, they even gave David his own mini waffle without syrup, which was gone in one bite. After cleaning up they made their way to the living room couch, for cuddles and movies for most of their Saturday plans. It was about halfway through a movie that they had seen before that Henry noticed Alex checking his phone. He did his best not to look, but couldn’t help but sneak a peek, completely disappointed to see it was Caitlyn. That was the point where Henry picked up his own phone, leaning into Alex but just scrolling through ads. One in particular caught his interest though. It was an ad for men’s lingerie. Built conventionally attractive men in the most scantily clad luxurious lace bralette and panty sets. Some with garters and without, all kinds of styles. It wasn’t long before he clicked through to the website to browse more.
“Alex look,” the blond hummed, leaning closer and showing his husband the images on his phone, flipping through them.
“You looking into getting lingerie for me? I’m flattered Hen, always down to spice up the bedroom,” Alex even added a wink for effect.
“What? No, I think you should wear it for me, I mean look at that man in the photo, he’s very masculine, you’d look so good in it. Oh, we could get you a pastel color, it would contrast so pretty, you’d look so good. Ugh, and the lace with your body ha-”
“I think I’m gonna pass,” Alex said in the sweetest way he could, giving the blond’s shoulder a loving squeeze.
“I think I’m ordering it anyway, in your size, and you can wear it on my birthday or something,” Henry said firmly.
“Okay babe, if that makes you feel better,” the brunette laughed softly, nodding, “Do your thing,” he said with a somewhat disbelieving headshake.
“I ordered it,” the blond declared once he had, “And you know you could wear it to make up for last night,” he hummed.
“I thought I made up for last night when I fingered you silly in the kitchen this morning, did I not?” Alex teased. He used the arm around his husband to pull the blond in closer.
“What? Of course not, you think that made up for it? I’ve still not gotten your cock yet,” Henry sounded almost offended.
“Well fuck babe, why didn’t you tell me that?” the brunette laughed, “Could have made it up to you hours ago.”
Just like that, Henry was being picked up and carried to the bedroom, full of giggles and all. Admittedly, spending the rest of the weekend under and on top of his husband in as many ways and places as possible, did make Henry feel a bit better. He didn’t mean to be needy, he really didn’t, and he honestly didn’t realize he was. Until Sunday evening when Alex made a comment that he’d been ‘insatiable all weekend’. For some reason that had made Henry a bit embarrassed, like maybe it was a bad thing, though Alex reassured him he loved it. This was in part what led to Henry deciding that on Monday he’d make a nice lunch and bring it to Alex at work.
Alright so, perhaps part of it was so that Henry could see this coworker in person. So that he could lean over and kiss his husband in front of her, a firm hand on Alex’s waist to stake his claim. He didn’t think it was that unhealthy. Afterall, Alex was his husband. Did he not have a right?
Of course, this also meant Henry making lunch for Alex, which ended up being fruits, salad, a sandwich, and some various little treats. There was little hope of him attempting to make something like a pasta dish and it turning out well.
But when eleven thirty AM rolled around on Monday, the blond was ready to go. He made sure David would be okay alone for a few hours and took the lunch to make his way to Alex’s firm. It was close enough to their brownstone to walk, and it was a nice enough day outside with a pleasant enough walk. Once Henry got into the firm, he was greeted by a few people who he’d seen before, just politely saying ‘hello’ and telling them he was bringing Alex some lunch. His eyes searched for the girl he’d only seen in online photos, not finding her anywhere. When he opened Alex’s office door, however, he did see her. She was leaned over Alex’s desk, looking at his computer screen along side of the brunette. But she was far too close for comfort, as far as Henry was concerned, her hand resting on Alex’s shoulder. However, it wasn’t even the one closest to her, the one opposite her, making her lean into the brunette’s back.
There was a brief moment where Henry considered turning on heel and leaving, just going back home, throwing another tantrum or twelve. But he didn’t, he stayed there, for a moment, watching the two laugh, watching Caitlyn lean into his husband, before finally clearing his throat. As soon as he did, Alex perked up. He didn’t look caught, or worried, or anything at all besides excited to see Henry.
“Baby!” Alex stood up immediately, walking over and hugging Henry up close, “How are you? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
“Oh no no, it’s fine,” the blond purred, returning the hug, smiling sweetly as he did, “I just wanted to bring you lunch,” he said holding up the bag.
“Oh wow, that’s really sweet,” Alex hummed, taking the bag, “Thank you, baby,” he was leaning down and giving Henry a soft kiss.
It was a kiss that made Henry’s heart flutter, it was a good sign. It was nice to be claimed by Alex in this sort of situation, especially with that woman in the room, he thought. But it didn’t mean she’d take the hint, and for that reason, Henry leaned in a bit more. One hand resting on Alex’s cheek as he gave the brunette another kiss. This one was longer, and deeper, hungry, his tongue moving to lick over the brunette’s bottom lip. But Alex pulled away. It was gentle, and soft, a hand on Henry’s jaw as he slowly broke the kiss. He followed that with three soft pecks back-to-back, almost as if apologizing. It didn’t mean Henry’s heart didn’t fall into his stomach though, even if he knew he was being ridiculous. Even if he knew there was no logical reason Alex should want to makeout with him in his workplace office with coworkers around.
“Missed you too,” Alex laughed softly, giving his husband another little squeeze. With that he broke the hug, walking back toward his desk, “Oh, let me introduce you to Cait,” he added with a sweet smile, already looking over at the woman by his desk, “Cait, this is my husband Henry, Henry, Cait,” he said gesturing between both of them.
Henry did his best to give the most genuine smile he could manage, walking over and reaching to shake the woman’s hand, “Lovely to meet you, darling,” he sounded more charming than he thought possible and considered it a small personal victory. She was greeting him back, prattling on about how nice it was to meet him, how much she’d heard about him. But Henry wasn’t listening, he was picking her apart, looking for one single flaw that he couldn’t find. She was stunning, if he was into women at all, he’d have gotten it. Hell, he almost got it now, and he wasn’t. She was tall in her heels but still shorter than him, blond, high cheeks and effortlessly lined symmetrical lips. Her hair was curled into flawless waves that framed her face perfectly, soft well-manicured hands, and a nice business suit that fit just tight enough in all the right places. He couldn’t take it, he had to bolt.
Henry tuned back into whatever Cait was saying just long enough to hear her going on about what an excellent boss Alex was, before nodding, “He is, he’s wonderful,” Henry managed to throw in at a point that made it seem like he’d been listening. “I hate to run, but I did leave David out, so I should head back. I just wanted to bring lunch,” he directed the last bit of that at Alex, smiling sweetly at his husband.
“Oh, right yeah, thank you again, baby, I appreciate it, that was really sweet,” Alex cooed, leaning to give the blond a soft kiss, “I’ll see you this evening.”
“Yes, see you this evening,” Henry hummed after returning the kiss. He managed to make it home before fully spiraling, after all he’d had years of being a prince in the public eye to prepare him for how to not melt down in public.
He spent the next four hours lying in bed, only moving to use the bathroom or to take David out. Thankfully it was hard to ignore a barking pup. There were far too many thoughts and it felt suffocating. Insecurity and doubt, all of which he was well aware were self-inflicted and irrational. He knew Alex loved him, but still, everyone loved Alex. Henry found it difficult not to think of how easily he could be replaced. What could happen ‘if’. What if Alex decided that it was too much effort. That the bad days were too bad. That the spirals and the rotting in bed was too much. Henry was also painfully aware of lying in bed, unable to move, worrying about if his depressive symptoms might exhaust husband; was all rather ironic.
He missed Alex’s text about dinner, which was entirely unintentional, but it did mean he was a bit surprised when he heard Alex walk in. Only really finding the energy to sit up as he heard footsteps coming toward the bedroom.
“Sweetheart? Henry, baby? What’s up?” Alex asked as he stepped into the bedroom.
There was a concerned expression on the brunette’s face and Henry knew he must look dreadful. Wrapped up in blankets in the dark, he hadn’t been crying so at least that wasn’t making it worse.
“Nothing, I just needed to lie down for a bit; headache,” the blond mumbled. It wasn’t necessarily that he made a conscious choice to lie, it was more so that he couldn’t tell Alex how he was feeling; not right now. It felt too raw and too intense; it was too intimidating to say how insecure he was.
A few paces to the bed, and Alex sat on the edge, he had a takeout bag in one hand which he rested on the bed, opposite of Henry and himself. “Mhm,” he hummed, reaching out one hand to push the blond hair that had fallen down Henry’s forehead aside, “You know, I can’t help if you don’t tell me what it is right?”
“Help with a headache?” the blond forced a laugh, shaking his head, “I’m sure it’s because I forgot to eat, you brought dinner, that should help,” he said gesturing toward the takeout.
“Henry, I mean it,” Alex saw right through it, Henry found that inconvenient at best, “If I don’t know what it is, I can’t help,” he repeated.
“Oh Christ, Alex,” Henry groaned, “You can’t help, and even if you could, you wouldn’t,” he snapped, a bit more forcefully than he intended to. He watched the way his husband’s expression fell, going from shocked to slightly offended. He instantly regretted it, his own face softening as he reached out a hand to rest on Alex’s arm apologetically, “I… I’m-”
“I’ll give you some space for a minute,” Alex spoke softly, but he was reaching in the takeout bag and taking out the other man’s order. He rested it on the bed as he stood up, his own order in his hand, “If it is a headache, you should eat, and take some Advil,” he added before just walking out of the room.
Henry was nearly entirely sure he had been staring with a desperate expression, watching the doorway. On the inside he was screaming, crying, begging Alex to come back and hold him; tell him it was okay. But he couldn’t make his mouth open to speak the words. Instead, he just felt tears welling in his eyes, the inside of his nose burning before a single tear rolled down his cheek. He found himself wiping at his own face frustratedly. It wasn’t long before he gave up though, just sitting in bed and letting the tears roll down his face. David hopped up onto the bed moments later, crawling into Henry’s lap, and letting himself be pulled into a tight hug. He rested his head on Henry’s shoulder, just giving a soft puppy huff.
The two of them stayed like that for a while, David in Henry’s arms, occasionally shifting a paw or turning to lick at the salty tears on the blond’s cheeks. Henry cried hard, but nearly silently, a talent he'd mastered in his years living at Kensington Palace. He didn’t let it go on too long though, for fear Alex would come back to check on him and he’d have to explain himself. Once he’d stopped the crying, he put David down, kissing the pup’s head, giving him appreciative scratches behind his ears and a soft ‘thank you’, before getting up. Henry splashed water on his face, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror until he looked normal; or he’d gotten used to the distressed expression on his face. Then he did the only thing he knew how to do right now. Henry walked out to the living room and set eyes on his husband.
Alex was sitting on the couch, one ankle resting on his opposite knee, a whiskey glass in hand as he stared at the wall across the room. With a steadying deep breath, Henry made the few strides over and carefully sat in his husband’s lap.
“I’m sorry,” the blond said sweetly, one hand on the back of Alex’s neck, the other hand gently brushing through dark curls, “I didn’t mean to snap, I know you were only trying to help.” He watched as the brunette’s face softened, and Alex leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Henry’s inner wrist.
“I just want you to tell me what’s going on in your head. Let me in, you know I can talk more than those voices saying whatever awful things.”
“Mhn, or you could completely silence them,” Henry almost whispered, leaning in and pressing a loving kiss to liquor flavored lips. His fingertips dragging down the side of the brunette’s cheek, down Alex’s neck, and to those dress shirt buttons; undoing one gently, then moving to the next. “Please?” the blond breathed against his husband’s lips before moving to press slow kisses along Alex’s neck, “I need you,” he murmured into the stubble lined skin.
“Are you sure, baby?” Alex’s voice was low, thick with lust, and Henry honestly knew he’d already won.
“Yes, please, I need you, Alex.”
That was all it took before Alex was standing up with Henry in his arms, walking both of them to the bedroom. Henry was laid down on the bed, while the still full takeout container with his food was set aside. Alex quickly followed suit, crawling in the bed on top of Henry. Every kiss was so gentle that Henry sighed into them. The feeling of Alex’s hands removing each article of the blond’s clothing with featherlight touches. Kisses spread all over Henry’s body, making him squirm, making him forget how small he felt. As large hands moved over him, and long fingers spread him open, Henry felt like the only person in Alex’s world at all. With Alex between his thighs, inside of him, there was nothing but this. Nothing besides Henry’s fingertips dragging down toned shoulders, strong thighs wrapping around Alex’s waist. Every stroke felt like it pulled an insecurity out of Henry. ‘I love you’ whispered into blond hair over and over, in time with each slow and deep thrust was enough to make Henry remember it.
“Thank you,” Henry whispered into his husband’s shoulder. The two of them just lying in bed now, the blond still feeling the way his husband dripped out of him. It was comforting in this moment, cuddled into Alex’s arms, against the brunette’s broad chest. His mind was empty, but he could still feel the way Alex had been inside of him, his Alex.
“You know you don’t have to thank me, don’t you?” the brunette spoke softly, pressing a kiss into Henry’s temple, “All quiet in there now?” he asked softly.
“Silent,” the blond replied with a whisper, pressing his face into Alex’s neck, “I love you.”
“I love you too. You wanna tell me what was going on?”
“Not really, I just felt… bad. But I feel better now, you always make me feel better, can we leave it at that?” Henry asked softly, his fingertips playing with the other man’s chest hair.
“You know I always want to help,” the brunette said gently, his own fingers trailing up and down his husbands back. “You can tell me anything, baby. You said I wouldn’t fix it for you if I could. I would, Henry, I need you to know that. I’d fix anything for you that I could.”
“I know you would, my love,” Henry spoke in a whisper, “But you can’t. I apologize for saying that. I was just lashing out because I felt bad. It wasn’t fair. I’m sorry,”
“It’s okay,” the brunette swallowed hard, a sound that Henry knew meant Alex didn’t believe a word of it. “I love you, okay? Always, forever, I’m yours, I’m here for you however you need me. Whatever it is, we’ll work through it.”
“Thank you,” the blond sighed in a melodic, relaxed way, “I know, darling. I love you too, and I’m yours too, always, no matter what.” He stopped himself from adding ‘as long as you want me here’. He didn’t think he could last through the panic that would fly into Alex at that thought. Not tonight, even if he did need the reassurance that Alex would always want him. What he’d gotten was good enough, that would help for a while.
And for a while, it did help.
In fact, everything was fine until about three weeks out. Henry felt like Alex had been giving him more attention, somehow a bit more sex than usual as well, which Henry would not complain about at all. Alex had won a big case, the firm was going out for drinks to celebrate it, and Alex had insisted that Henry come. The only reason he’d agreed was because Caitlyn wasn’t able to attend. While Henry had gotten over the most of his insecurity about that woman, he knew that seeing her especially around Alex, would send it all flooding back.
They made it about an hour into the whole thing; it had taken two Cosmos before Henry was willing to socialize with all of Alex’s coworkers an acceptable amount anyway. Then disaster, in Henry’s opinion, had struck. Caitlyn walked into the bar, with those fucking blonde waves and a dress that didn’t look nearly casual enough for ‘a few drinks after work’. Henry wouldn’t have noticed it at all though, if it wasn’t for the way Alex lit up. Henry was only marginally aware of how tightly he was clenching his jaw as he watched her make a beeline for his husband; sipping his Cosmo through tight lips as they hugged.
“Hey, you came, I didn’t think you were going to be able to make it!” Alex beamed, a beer in one hand, as the two of them broke the hug.
“Well, you know I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to see your handsome face!”
She sounded as if she were teasing, but Henry watched the way she reached up a perfectly manicured hand to playfully straighten Alex’s shirt collar and had to hold himself back from biting into his glass hard enough to shatter it. He could feel his shoulders relax ever so slightly as she began greeting other people in the group, but when it was his own turn, it took every muscle in his body to force that smile. He’d shaken the hands of diplomats that wanted people like him and Alex dead, and yet, this was almost harder.
“It’s so good to see you again,”
Henry managed a ‘you too, darling’ in there that was convincing enough.
“You’d be very proud of your husband, he kicked ass with this case,” Caitlyn sounded polite, she really did, but there was something there Henry couldn’t put his finger on, “You should have seen him. It’s really a shame you’re too busy to come to see him in court. He really is a fo-”
That was it, Henry could put his finger on it now: Patronizing.
He did not let her finish, without a word, Henry stood up, placing his drink on the nearest table. He didn’t even have the energy for an ‘excuse me’; nothing, he just walked toward the door. The way Caitlyn was left gawking behind Henry, he could feel it, and presumably a few of the other coworkers must have alerted Alex, because by the time Henry made it outside of the bar Alex busted out of the door behind him.
“Henry, what- what the fuck is that, where are you going?”
“Home, Alex, I’m going home,” Henry snapped, already taking out his phone to order an Uber.
Alex fumbled, sounding a little tipsy and a bit stupefied, “Because she showed up? You can’t be serious, Hen, are we still doing this?”
“Apparently we are, Alexander,” the blond hissed, looking up with an icy expression, he could feel it on his own face. “You’re a fucking idiot if you don’t see it, and I have known you long enough to know, you are not an idiot.” He watched Alex’s mouth gape open, twitching, fumbling to find words. “Just tell them I drank too much and I’m sick, enjoy your night, I’ll be at home.”
“Henry…”
“Oh for god’s sake, Alex,” Henry nearly groaned, “Just fuck her and get it over with. But leave me out of it, I will not be made a fool of in front of everyone you work with.” Angry tears were prickling at the corners of his eyes, but he was doing his absolute best not to let a single one fall.
“Henry...”
“What? Say it, say what you’re thinking. I’ve certainly not held back, you shouldn’t either.”
“I… I think you’re overreacting, and you should maybe calm down, have another drink, and- and I don’t want you to go,” Alex spoke quietly, “I want you to stay here and have drinks and celebrate with me.”
“Overreacting? Calm down?” Henry laughed, it was posh, mean, and a little manic, “Well, I don’t want to watch some slag put her hands all over my husband, so I’m going home.”
“Baby, please,” the brunette was genuinely pleading now, “Don’t go, I… I want to go with you, but I can’t just-”
“I’m not asking you to make a choice, Alex. There isn’t a right answer, staying won’t make me feel worse than if you left with me. You leave with me? She gets to make a big deal out of how overdramatic I am, comfort you and convince you that I’m treating you so unfairly on Monday morning. You stay here, she gets to do it tonight. Either way, the outcome is the same. I’m just left to sit at home and wait and hope that you display more common sense with your reaction to that than you do with her in general.”
“Henry, I… love you,” Alex still spoke softly, calmly, almost vulnerable, “I’m not going to do anything with her, no matter what. I promise you, she’s… honestly really nice, it’s not like that. But even if it was, nothing would happen, baby. I don’t want anyone else besides you.”
“Good,” Henry inhaled sharply as he said it, “Don’t let anything happen then,” he said with a nod, looking up as a car pulled in, and checking his phone. The pros and cons of being at a bar in town on a Friday night, rides always close by waiting. “That’s mine,” he said softly, “I will see you at home then? I trust you can order your own?”
“I- yeah.”
Alex sounded defeated, and Henry tried not to let himself think about it, honestly, he didn’t want to hurt his husband. But staying here was breaking him more than he cared to let on, “Call me if you need anything,” the blond nodded, “Have fun. Congratulations on your case, I’m proud of you.”
“I love you,” Alex nearly interjected it.
“I love you too,” the blond replied, but he did start walking before Alex could reach for him. He couldn’t help it, the urge to escape was too strong. He needed to run; he needed it more than he maybe ever had. By this point he felt physically sick, and if Alex touched him, it would be the only thing he could think about until Alex was home. He would only be able to imagine those same touches going to someone else.
-
By the time Henry got home, he had a text from Alex that simply read: ‘I’m sorry. I love you’. But as soon as he read it his eyes welled with tears that made it impossible to see well enough to respond to it. He felt awful, he felt insecure and selfish, he felt jealous and guilty, he felt small and so very fucking evil for how he’d treated Alex. It wasn’t Alex’s fault that he was so charismatic and beautiful, and here was Henry, punishing him for it. Alex was so lovable, Henry knew that, he was in love with him too. As far as he was concerned Alex hung every star in the sky by hand. And he had the audacity to be upset when someone else saw those same qualities in Alex? He was worried that Alex might grow tired or bored, and here he was pushing Alex away because he felt too small to compare. Henry felt as though he may as well be pushing Alex into that woman’s arms. At this point, he wouldn’t blame Alex at all. Why wouldn’t he lash out? Why wouldn’t he want someone who didn’t fall apart like this? Why wouldn’t he seek comfort when Henry hurt him and offered him nothing.
Henry crumpled like a tissue against the front door as soon as David sniffed his shoe, a mess of pathetic sobs and desperate wails. This was the end; he was so sure of it. Alex would come home and ask for a divorce tomorrow morning. He was going to lose the first and only man he’d really ever loved. It would be all his fault, because he was too jealous to behave like a decent partner. And he deserved it.
At some point, Henry managed to pull himself off of the floor and drag himself into the bed. He didn’t change his clothes or even slip off his shoes, he just sort of slowly stopped crying, lying there silently. He had no idea how long he’d been there, just breathing shallow. It was the sound of the front door opening that made his breathing stop for a moment as well. Alex’s footsteps walking down the hall and into the bedroom and then the feeling of the brunette crawling into bed. Alex was facing Henry, one hand slowly moving up to gently push the hair out of the blond’s face.
“I’m sorry, Henry,” the brunette spoke softly. He looked disheveled; his tie undone and hair a mess. There was sweat on his forehead, curls sticking to it like he’d been running.
He wasn’t sure what exactly did it, but that broke Henry all over again. He instantly burst into sobs, so hard he was nearly choking on his own tears, gasping for breath, maybe harder than Alex had ever been allowed to see him cry. He felt arms wrap around him, he felt himself being pulled into Alex’s chest, and the floodgates poured. He cried hard and desperate, his hands clinging to Alex’s shirt as he shook in the brunette’s arms. He was only moderately aware of Alex soothing him, petting his back and speaking softly, trying to calm him down.
“D-did you f-fuck h-er?” Henry finally babbled through his tears, running on nothing except emotion and anxiety.
“What? No, of course I didn’t,” the brunette gently pulled back, his hands cupping Henry’s face. His eyes were locked on the blond’s, the wet face and pink skin making Alex’s heart break. “No,” he repeated.
“Y-you pro-promise?” the blond hiccupped between sobs.
“I swear, baby, I swear on my life,” Alex whispered before hugging Henry back into his chest. His hands stroking through soft hair and over the blond’s back. “I would never, Henry. I meant it, you’re the only one for me, forever.”
The weeping continued for a while longer, until Henry had tired himself out. It turned into dry sobs, then slight shivers, then finally he was still, breathing softly.
“That’s it, that’s my boy, come back to me, baby, it’s okay,” Alex breathed into his husband’s hair. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
Henry needed to hear that; he needed it so badly he could have cried again if he were able. Instead, he managed a pathetic sniffle, “Why did you come home sweaty? What happened?” he asked quietly.
“I uh… I ran back home. Like actually ran.”
“Why on earth?”
“Well, couple reasons,” Alex started, “One I needed to clear my head, lots of thoughts, it helped. Second, the last time we... uh, talked about this kind of thing, when you said you were jealous. You said that it would have made you feel better if we’d have had sex,” he almost looked shy as he spoke, like he found his own conclusions embarrassing, “And I know you’ve been really uh- well you’ve wanted a lot of physical intimacy lately. I mean we always... do that a lot but, more than normal. And I figured maybe you were feeling jealous, especially after tonight. But there’s nothing like running a few miles to sober you up, so like, when I got back if you wanted to, I wanted to be able to- ya know.”
“Oh Alex,” Henry nearly wailed, “That’s like ten miles, you did not have to run ten miles so you could come home and fuck me, you are so,” he had a soft pout on his lips, but it was more touched than anything else, “You’re the most wonderful man in the world,” he droned, kissing Alex’s face gently all over. “I was so cruel to you earlier, I’m sorry,” he spoke delicately, “I was jealous, and I took it out on you, and that was unfair.”
“Yeah but,” the brunette smiled under the tender kisses to his face, “Just because I know you have no reason to be jealous doesn’t mean you know it,” he said before cupping Henry’s face in his own hands, “Even though, I wish you’d just tell me things instead of running away, I thought I’d broke you from that by now. Next time, I’m going to hang up missing kitten posters. I’m lucky you didn’t go back to England, huh?” he teased.
That earned Alex a laugh, which was exactly what he’d been going for, “Alex, that was one time,” Henry groaned, still giggling, “You are never going to let me live that down are you? Though kitten is rather cute,” He shook his head before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the brunette’s lips, “I’m trying though I promise.”
“Nope, never, kitten,” Alex grinned wide as he said it before leaning in and giving his husband soft kisses, “And I promise, I’m still patient,” he added, before nuzzling his lips against the blond’s gently, “Do you uhn, do you want me to change into pajamas or like…”
“Mnm are you going to hate me if I say I’ve cried so much that I’m exhausted?”
“Nope, I ran ten miles, I’m also exhausted.”
“So, then we should sleep and then fuck about it in the morning,” Henry purred with a smile.
“Sounds amazing.”
It was only moments later that the two of them fell asleep like that in each other’s arms, both thoroughly exhausted by the night’s events. In the morning Henry was awakened by the feeling of Alex crawling into bed and placing a plate of pancakes in front of him. Henry was still a bit drained from before, but laying against Alex while they shared pancakes was good. Alex smelled good and like a shower, he was in one of Henry’s robes that Alex often complained were ridiculous and overpriced before wearing one around the house himself. By the time the two of them had finished the stack of pancakes and Henry now sat just with his shoulder against Alex’s he felt better. A mug of warm tea between both of his hands, finishing waking him up as he sipped it.
“So, I didn’t want to tell you last night,” Alex started, letting Henry look over at him, “Because there was already a lot going on, but I fired Cait. Well, technically she quit, but I told her it was her choice as to if she quit or I fired her. And leaving a reputable firm looks better on a resume than being fired from one.”
“You did?” the blond literally readjusted his entire body, sitting half sideways to face his husband, “You didn’t have to do that on my account, you know? I mean, I won’t pretend I’m not thrilled, but you really didn’t have to.”
“Uh, no I did,” Alex nodded, “So last night after you left,” he was looking down at his lap nervously, playing with the fabric of their bed comforter, “You were right, she tried to make it a thing, about how you were being dramatic and stuff,” he paused, waiting for an ‘I told you so’ from Henry that never came, and so he kept talking, “Anyway, she uhm, kind of like… put her hand on my lap, and said something about my husband not taking care of me in all the ways I needed, and..” he was just rambling nervously now, only pausing to breathe, “Obviously I told her that she had the completely wrong idea. I told her nothing like that was ever going to happen, and told her that you gave me uh, everything I needed, I was a little drunk so I may have mentioned that no one swallowed dick like you but besides that,” he took another breath, “I told her I was sorry if I gave her the impression that was okay but it wasn’t and I wasn’t going to tolerate it. And she apologized but I told her that I appreciated it but that it was definitely the end of our professional relationship and that I needed her to resign, or I would handle it,” Alex finally looked up at his husband now. Henry’s face was attentive, and rather sympathetic, his hand moving to rest on Alex’s giving it a soft squeeze. “Are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad at you at all, darling,” Henry smiled genuinely as he spoke, “You did very good, and I think you handled it very gracefully, and I’m a bit flattered you felt the need to brag about my blowjob skills,” he teased with a laugh before smiling wider this time, a bit too sweetly now, “Where... did she put her hand exactly?”
“Uh,” the brunette was going red across his cheeks, so much so it was visible against golden skin, “It was maybe sort of like kind of on my dick, a little bit? But- but like she’s gone, she’s fired, like resigned.”
The blond laughed softly, still beaming sweetly, “I am going to light her house on fire,” he said so calmly, grinning wide, “How’s that for fired, hm?” he nearly giggled, nose scrunching up playfully.
“Oh my god, Henry no,” Alex started, only a little concerned that Henry might be serious, “Here, let uhm, I have a surprise for you, you can’t think about arson if you’re surprised,” he said putting their breakfast plate aside and starting to crawl out of the bed.
“Oh, I assure you, I am still thinking about arson,” the blond hummed, “Arson, murder, slashing tires, skinning her alive, all of those things that happen in Saw movies. I could make a Saw trap easily I believe. Just a bit of chloroform, I’m sure I can get that, you American’s make murder equipment so accessible, and then I- oh… my god,” Henry immediately stopped speaking as Alex stood beside the bed and slipped off the robe he’d been wearing.
There Alex stood, in the lingerie Henry had purchased weeks prior. It was a lacey lavender piece that contrasted perfectly with tan skin and dark body hair. A set that had thin decorative straps laying over Alex’s shoulders and leading down to a deep, almost bralette, shape. It was so low-cut, however, that it barely covered the brunette’s nipples, toned rounded pecs seeming to burst out of the thin fabric. His chest hair somehow seemed more front and center because of the shape, but also the color contrast. The center of what might have otherwise been a one piece was cut out and ‘laced’ back together with what looked more like a panel of very wide fishnet. It put Alex’s abs on display, thin strips of fabric laying over muscle and body hair that got progressively thicker from Alex’s navel down to the base of his cock. The outfit didn’t have a bottom, just a thong that matched, also delicate pastel purple and see through lace. It was so very skimpy, Alex’s balls barely fit inside the thin fabric, let alone his cock, the dark bush that Henry often nuzzled his face into, was completely on display. Without Alex turning, Henry knew his ass was entirely exposed, he’d ordered this set after all. And if the blond hadn’t been salivating at the front, the back might send him into cardiac arrest. The top of that outfit connected down to stockings made of the same material. There was a thin strip of fabric connecting the top of the garment and the sides of the leggings in lieu of garters. But it wasn’t even the pale lace over dark body hair that really got Henry going, it was the way Alex’s thick thighs seemed squeezed into the material, like the seams might burst any moment if he moved just right.
Henry could already feel his breathing short and shallow, his own cock already painfully hard under the covers where he rested. He was entirely sure he hadn’t blinked in several full minutes, and he instinctively reached up a hand to wipe up his chin because he very well might be drooling.
“Do you uh, you like it?” Alex asked shyly after a long minute or two had passed.
“Do I like it? Christ, Alex, my cock has scarcely ever been this hard in my entire life. I feel like a Victorian man seeing nudity for the first time. I’m not sure I’m breathing; I may need my pulse checked I- Bloody… fucking…. Hell, Alexander, I married well.” He laughed as he spoke, just in such a worked-up way.
“So, are you still thinking about Saw traps?” the brunette teased with a smile.
“The only thing I am thinking about is why you’re not already back in this bed,” Henry laughed before flinging the sheets off of himself, pulling his own shirt off, starting to undo his pants from the night before and shoving them down and off, “Come over here, now, I need my mouth all over you.”
With a little laugh, the brunette was crawling onto the bed and as soon as they were close enough Henry’s lips were falling against his husband’s mouth. Their kisses were heated and eager, but soft giggles came from both men between all of them. Fingers ran over the soft lace covering Alex’s body, such a delicate motion as Henry traced each line, over body hair, and strong form. It was the most beautiful thing Henry had ever seen maybe, not just the lingerie itself, but also Alex’s willingness to wear it for him. It added extra fire to his stomach, touch becoming hungrier as his lips did, his hands quickly shifting to groping rather than grazing.
Both of the blond’s hands on Alex’s ass shifted the brunette into his lap, which Alex quickly fell into. His own hands running over Henry’s shoulders and tangling in blond hair as their lips stayed locked together. Alex was grinding himself down against the other man’s lap, making Henry nearly pant into the kisses. Henry’s hands were groping over the brunette’s ass, giving it a firm swat. The kiss broke, but only so that Alex’s lips could move down the blond’s neck, teeth nipping at soft skin gently. Almost as if following suit Henry bit into the brunette’s shoulder hard, making Alex moan out into his husband’s neck. After that bite, the blond’s lips moved lower, hands greedily pulling the front of that lingerie down, enough that it ripped at the seams a bit. His lips moving along Alex’s chest, nipping and kissing, licking over skin and the hair that covered it. His mouth found Alex’s nipple, and Henry was sucking eagerly, his tongue swirling around the instantly hardening nub. His opposite hand fumbled over Alex’s unattended pec, squeezing and kneading taut skin. It wasn’t long before his face moved to the center of Alex’s chest, both hands squeezing muscle together, squishing his cheeks between them as he licked and kissed desperately, panting hotly into the brunette’s skin.
“Fuck, you’re really into this, huh?” Alex panted, grinding his ass down harder into his husband’s lap. Both men groaned at the friction, the only thing separating them being the fabric of Henry’s underwear and Alex’s lace. “You’re tearing it a little though, be careful, baby,” he teased with a lusty chuckle.
“Don’t care,” Henry panted, tugging the front of that lingerie down further, the seams ripping a little more as he bit into Alex’s skin. “I’ll-” another bite, “Buy-” bite, “Another-” bite, “Set-” that was punctuated by the blond biting into the tender skin of one of Alex’s nipples, his teeth tugging flesh until he heard the brunette whimper. Each bite had left a pink mark that would be a bruise tomorrow, and now Henry licked over the angry skin apologetically, leaving wet chest hair in his wake. Almost as if in another request for forgiveness his hand dipped down to cup the front of that thong, giving the brunette’s package a gentle squeeze, “Mine,” he panted, his eyes flickering up to lock on Alex’s face, “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours, sweetheart, just yours, I promise,” Alex’s breathing was ragged, before he gasped out as Henry flipped them again. This time the brunette was left on his back as his husband moved over him, not unlike a predator with his prey.
Hands that minutes ago Alex would have thought too delicate for the task, were tangling into the delicate strands of fabric over his stomach, and ripping a wide hole in the middle. Henry’s mouth fell into it instantly, kissing and biting over the brunette’s stomach. His tongue quickly coming to soothe each bite. The blond’s mouth was frantic, all over Alex’s torso, marking him up, fingers digging into toned skin all the while. It wasn’t long before he was dipping lower, his hands on strong thighs as he nuzzled his face into the hardness under that lace thong.
“Such a fucking beautiful cock,” the blond panted, “It’s mine,” he whispered, pressing open mouthed kisses over the fabric, his fingertips digging into Alex’s thighs.
“Yours,” Alex groaned, every touch like fire in his body. He wanted to do a million things, get more friction, move, pull, bite, and kiss. But he let Henry lead, he wanted his husband to get what he needed. It also helped that every touch from Henry, the effortless dominance that he could only assume had come from being a prince, drove him wild.
Moments later, Henry’s lips moved to the other man’s thighs, teeth leaving more love bites in between soft kisses and licks. He had Alex moaning, but the blond was giving soft moans of his own, rubbing his cheek up against thick thighs. The feeling of the body hair against his face making him grind his own hips into the mattress desperately. Impatience clearly won over, because seconds after Henry tugged Alex's thong down, just letting the waistband sit beneath the brunette's balls. All at once, that hungry mouth was on Alex again. One of Henry’s hands cupping his husband’s shaft as sloppy kisses moved down the length of it. Starving open mouthed kisses over Alex’s balls, sucking one gently into his mouth and then pulling back with a quiet *pop*. He repeated the same ministration to the opposite side, groaning audibly against tender flesh as Alex’s hips lifted slightly toward the feeling.
Both men were cursing under their breath as the blond continued his work. His tongue dragged up the underside of his husband’s shaft, pressing soft kisses to the tip of that cock. He licked a long stripe down the top of Alex’s length, his face nuzzling into the brunette’s pubic hair directly after. He kissed and nipped there, his tongue dragging over thick hair as his hand held Alex’s cock to the side, stroking up and down slowly. It was like he was on autopilot, breathing in the scent of Alex deeply, maybe trying to eat him. Nearly frantically Henry moved back down to Alex’s balls, licking and kissing, his nose nuzzling there as dragged his lips over tender skin. Then he darted back up to press kisses to Alex’s cock. He couldn’t stay in one place for more than a few seconds, even sneaking up to bite pink marks into Alex’s hips.
By the time Henry put his lips around his husband’s cock, he’d left most of Alex’s lower half damp. Dark hair sticking to the brunette’s skin with the moisture from Henry’s mouth. But Alex didn’t mind, not even a little bit, especially not when he felt the blond’s nose burrow into his pubic hair, only better this time. The only thing on his mind was how the back of Henry’s throat felt against the head of his cock.
“That’s it, my little kitten,” Alex panted, running his fingers through blond locks, grabbing a handful. “Giving me a good tongue bath, huh?” he would have laughed, but it came out more like a moan as Henry began to move his head. The blond would pull back to the tip, and dip right back down, swallowing Alex to the root. “God, you’re so fucking good at that,” he whimpered, “No one could ever fucking touch that, kitten, your mouth is heavenly.”
The praise seemed to strike even more fire in Henry, he worked a bit faster, his head rising and falling with new hunger. One of his hands shifted to cup Alex’s balls, massaging them gently as he ran his opposite hand up the brunette’s body. Every moan from his husband made Henry’s eyes flutter, his own sounds gently vibrating against the cock in his mouth. His fingertips were running over the skin he’d marked with lovebites; it was like he couldn’t get enough of touching Alex.
“Baby,” the brunette whispered after a moment, “You’re gonna make me cum,” his breathing was ragged, his fingertips tight in Henry’s hair. “If you don’t want me to yet, you might want to give me a break.”
That was all it took for the blond to pull back gently, catching his breath once his mouth was free, “I want to sit on your face,” he panted, swallowing hard.
“Well come on,” Alex nearly laughed as he spoke, patting his own chest, “It’s the prince’s throne,” he added with a wink.
“You are… so lucky I know the prince thing gets you going,” Henry shook his head as he snorted. He was sitting up on his knees and pulling off his own underwear, tossing them aside before he crawled up the other man’s body, “You like fucking a prince, don’t you? You reprobate. Get off on it, watching royalty come undone on your cock?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” the brunette hummed, his arms wrapping around the blond’s thighs as Henry got into position above him. “We won’t even go into what it does for my ego to know you gave it all up to be here with me.”
“That’s why you’re not allowed to leave, that’s why you’re mine forever,” the blond whispered, positioning himself into place, “Tongue out, give your kitten some tongue back,” he nearly groaned. And Henry did wait a few seconds for Alex to obey before he lowered himself onto the brunette’s mouth. The licking started instantly, and Henry braced himself, hands on the ones Alex had wrapped around those strong polo thighs. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” he whimpered, “You eat it so fucking good for me, love.”
Henry’s fingers dug into dark curls as he pulled them hard, his opposite hand on the headboard for support. His hips worked fast, back and forth rocking over Alex’s mouth, grinding himself down against that wet tongue; his eyes fluttering as he moaned in pleasure. Each sound drove Alex to instinctively keep up, his hands cupping Henry’s ass, spreading the blond open in an attempt to gain his tongue better access. The grinding had him licking over Henry’s hole, over the blond’s balls, and the tender skin between both. His own mouth hungrily all over his husband now, matching the intensity Henry had been giving since they started.
“That’s it, darling, keep that pretty fucking mouth all over me,” Henry muttered, giving his hips a little wiggle as he pressed his hole right against Alex’s tongue. He could feel the wetness between the both of them, over Alex’s face and on his own skin. The friction of the brunette’s stubble against Henry’s most tender spots was making his skin burn slightly, and he loved it. He loved the way it marked him as belonging to Alex, “I can’t believe that daft cunt was deluded enough to say she could give you something I couldn’t,” the blond gave a breathy worked up laugh, “Who's pussy is soaking that handsome face right now?” he asked with another laugh, his fingers tugging those curls harder. He was marginally aware of a soft whine from Alex underneath him, and immediately knew what it meant. It made him give a soft ‘tsk’, “Oh come on, Alexander, she grabbed my husband’s cock, I’m allowed to be sexist for a moment,” he panted, grinding himself against Alex’s tongue a bit more, breaking moans with a little giggle as he felt the brunette groan ‘mhm’ in response. “Thank you, love,” he hummed.
Soon after though, Henry was pulling himself off of the other man’s face, crawling over to the side of the bed. He was reaching into the bedside drawer and taking out their bottle of lube, “I need you inside of me like, four hours ago,” he panted.
“You weren’t awake four hours ago,” the brunette chuckled, still catching his own breath.
“I was dreaming about it,” the blond said flippantly, but he was moving and sitting himself on Alex’s chest this. His knees were on either side of his husband’s body, “Can I sit here while I open myself up? Am I too heavy?”
“What’s the gym even for if I can’t handle that a little while?" Alex purred.
“Good,” Henry nodded, “Because I want to use one of your hands, give it to me.” Just like that, one of the blond’s hands took Alex’s wrist, “Two fingers,” he commanded, letting the brunette extend two fingers and curl the opposite two back. Henry was drizzling lube over those fingers with a satisfied expression, “Good.”
Directly after, Henry was lying back on one elbow for ease, trying to hold some of his weight off Alex’s chest. His opposite hand still held Alex’s wrist, but he pulled it forward, his own wrist gently nudging his own balls out of the way. Then he was pushing those two fingers of Alex’s into himself. He operated his husband’s hand very much like a sex toy, moaning out as he began to pump Alex’s fingers into himself.
“That’s it, just like that,” the blond hummed, hearing Alex curse under his breath, “You’re all mine. All fucking mine, even when I want to prep myself to use your cock. You’re still mine, all of you, these pretty fingers are my personal toy, aren’t they?”
Alex was struggling to speak, his eyes wide as he watched the sight in front of him. Admittedly, it wasn’t as full of a display as if Henry had been lying back, legs spread, holding his balls and cock aside like he normally might. But it was close, it was so fucking close to his face that every single squelching noise was bouncing off his ears. What he could see was incredible, he could see Henry’s hole begin to give and relax from the penetration of his fingers. Not only that, Alex felt the tight heat against those digits. His own cock twitched enthusiastically, and he was sure Henry felt it against his shoulder.
“I asked you a question,” Henry lifted one foot, using a toe to gently poke at Alex’s temple, it was such a bratty gesture that he watched the brunette shudder. “Tell me you’re fucking mine,” he almost hissed. It would have sounded a lot more threatening if Henry wasn’t whimpering at every push of those fingers.
“Fuck, fuck yeah baby, I’m yours,” Alex panted, “All of me, my dick, my fingers, my mouth, me, everything, all yours,” he managed, his fingers instinctively curling as he tried to push them deeper into the blond.
“Hey!” Henry scolded, “Stop that, just keep your fingers straight, I’m using them,” he demanded, “But give me a third one, I need more,” that was more like a whine, especially as he felt that third finger tease his rim before pushing into him. “Fuck, that’s it,” he moaned, his hand tugging desperately at Alex’s wrist, pumping those fingers into himself faster.
All Alex could do was stare, keep his arm limp so that his fingers could be used, he was in awe. His eyes locked on the man in front of him, on Henry’s body, and face. It was perfect to him, soft in all the right places, the places he ached to dig his fingertips into; places he ached to replace fingers with his cock. But beyond that, he was in awe of Henry, it never ceased to amaze him how much was below the surface. There was so much lingering underneath the stoic or icy exterior that the blond put on. It had been years and he felt like he saw something new every day. Just when he thought he couldn’t love his husband more, Henry went and did something that made him fall in love all over again. Even the sex, something always turned Alex on more than he ever thought possible. He couldn’t believe Henry felt insecure or jealous, he couldn’t believe Henry thought he could ever want a single soul else. He couldn’t even notice anyone else’s attraction to him, let alone reciprocate it. Henry was it for him, forever for him.
And so, as he lay there, this display happening on his chest, Alex found it hard to breathe. Sure, some of it was likely due to the weight of his husband on his chest, or that beautiful hole in his face, but more than that. Henry was everything to him, the perfect lover, his best friend, the most wonderful person he’d ever known, his peace, his home, and one hell of a fuck. All Alex could think was: ‘I can’t believe I get to be his husband. I can’t believe he chose me’.
“Fuck, I need your cock,” Henry speaking broke the brunette’s little daydream, and he watched Alex nod in response as he gently pulled those fingers out of himself. “You’re gonna be good and let me use my cock, aren’t you? Let me use that big cock to get myself off?”
“Yeah baby, that’s your cock, all yours, use it to get yourself off,” the brunette panted, his head nearly hazy with lust.
The blond was moving then, grabbing that lube and adding some to his husband’s shaft, before closing the bottle and tossing it aside. He was moving into place, straddling Alex’s hips, one hand behind himself, holding the brunette’s cock upright, and slowly slipping himself down onto it. His eyes fluttered and rolled back slightly as he sat down against Alex’s hips before resting on his own knees.
“Fuck, that’s what I needed.”
“Yeah? Is that good, kitten?” Alex panted, his own voice shaking with pleasure, and the strain of not bucking his hips up into that incredible feeling. “You just needed to play with your dick some, huh? Needed to remember all this belongs to you?”
Henry, ironically, nearly mewled in response to those words, his head nodding eagerly as he shifted. His hands rested on Alex’s chest for stability as he began to bounce himself on his husband’s hips, moans falling from his mouth. His delicate features contorting into a pleasure filled grimace as his lips hung open, “Yeah,” he whimpered, “Yeah, I needed to use my dick, it’s all mine. Tell me it’s mine, say it again, Alex.”
“It’s yours,” the brunette moaned, his hands moving up and down the blond’s thighs, “It’s your dick, it’s only yours,” he swallowed hard as he tried to regulate his breathing. “It’s belonged to you since the first time you kissed me. I don’t even think it would get hard for anyone else, baby.” His hands slid higher then, pressing into the blond’s soft love handles, guiding Henry’s hips lightly.
Those words made the blond whimper again, his head nodding appreciatively as he forced his eyes open to look down at his husband. His expression was filled with so much love, it outweighed even the desperate lust, “You’re so perfect,” Henry whispered, “I want you forever, I’m going to love you forever,” he puffed, hips bouncing faster now, that hunger never leaving him.
“You’re perfect to me too,” Alex nodded, fingers and palms kneading that tender skin he so loved, “I’m yours forever, baby, I want you always.” As he spoke one hand moved to rest on Henry’s ass, giving it an affectionate squeeze, “You’re so good to me, kitten, you take such good care of your dick too. I’m so lucky to be your husband.”
“Alex,” it came out of Henry as a whimper, his hips naturally speeding up, his own cock twitching with need, “Christ, you’re so good,” he shook his head, expression so soft and loving, “So good to me,” he panted, “Know exactly what I need. And you’re so beautiful. Fuck, it almost hurts to look at you, in this fucking lace, covered in my marks. Not an artist alive could have done better.”
“High praise from you, kitten,” the brunette groaned, his fingertips squeezing soft flesh, “But also because you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life, especially right now. Bouncing on that dick, I’m so proud to be covered in your marks, proud to be yours,” he breathed, eyes fluttering slightly as he felt his own peak approaching.
“You’re close,” Henry whined softly, it was less of a question and more of a fact. He knew Alex well enough by now, knew the signs and the feelings, “Me too,” one of his hands finally lifting where it had been planted on Alex’s chest, now stroking the brunette’s cheek, “Please fill me up baby, give it to me, give me all of your cum, that’s mine too. All mine,” he mewled, a loving smile on his lips as he watched Alex turn to kiss his palm.
“Yours.”
With only a few more well-timed bounces, Alex was reaching his own peak, hips jerking up slightly to meet each of Henry’s movements. He couldn’t help but pull and push at the blond’s hips as he rode it out, getting the friction exactly as he needed it. It seemed to have the same effect on Henry though, who’s body tensed and jerked, his hole clenching tightly against his husband’s cock. His own cock throbbing as he streaked white over Alex’s chest. Both men moaning nearly in unison as they felt the other ride out that high. Henry feeling that cock throb inside of him, Alex feeling that tight heat drag every last drop out of him.
“That’s it, kitten,” Alex couldn’t help but talk his husband through the orgasm, “Cover me in your cum, finishing marking me up, make me yours, all yours.”
By the time both of them came down from it, Henry was trembling, enough that Alex gently lifted him. He was carefully placing the blond down on the bed beside him moments after. Instantly though, Henry was crawling closer, wrapping his arms around Alex and burying his face in the brunette’s neck, nuzzling his face there gently.
“We’re filthy anyway, we’ll need a shower after,” Henry spoke quietly, before leaning up and capturing his husband’s lips in a soft kiss, “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” Alex murmured, just for how close they were. One of his arms was around Henry, the other moving a hand to stroke along the blond’s cheek lovingly, “Forever.”
“Forever,” the blond repeated, pressing their faces together lovingly.
“Also,” the brunette spoke quietly, a smile on his lips, “Next time just tell me you’re actually really really jealous? Like seriously, I knew you were, but I didn’t know how bad. I didn’t know you felt insecure, and I’m not gonna let my baby feel insecure. And if it leads to sex like this? I would literally never complain. Besides there’s something hot about making a prince jealous.” he teased.
“Oh… my god,” Henry laughed under his breath, shaking his head, a smile on his lips, “Honestly? You should have known when you married a prince that I would require a lot of attention. Do you think I’ve ever had to share anything in my life?” he asked playfully.
“Holy shit, you’re right,” Alex snickered, “I didn’t think about it that way. Fuck, that makes a lot of sense. You know, normally, I’d probably say ‘inability to share’ is a character flaw,” he joked, “But when it comes to me, I think I’m definitely into it.”
“Well thank god, because I’m not sharing, you’re mine,” the blond pulled back just enough to look into his husband’s eyes with a feigned serious expression, “Only mine, forever.”
“Yours.”