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“He threatened to push me into the Thames.”
“Yes.”
“He glared at me the entire event.”
“Yes.”
“He really was shockingly rude, and I cannot fathom the reason as to why.”
“Yes.”
Henry rubs his hands over his face. “I want him quite badly.”
“And there we go.” Pez pats Henry’s back bracingly, pulling him closer into his side on the sofa. Henry slumps down and rests his head on Pez’s shoulder, silently allowing himself to be cuddled. “Do you feel better now that you’ve got it out?”
“No,” Henry grumbles, but it isn’t quite the truth. Pez hums knowingly.
“Of course, darling. You know, he really is very attractive. No one would blame you.”
“He’s the First Son of the bloody United States,” Henry sighs. “Quite a few people would blame me. Alex included, it would seem.”
“Yes, what
is
with the hostility, I wonder?” Pez cocks his head, and rubs circles on Henry’s back.
“Truly, I wish I knew.” Henry has racked his brains all day, and cannot produce a single reason as to why Alex Claremont-Diaz had glared at him like Henry was something unpleasant on his shoe from the moment Henry walked in.
“No matter. The hate sex would still be delicious. He’s quite fiery, you know? An Aries sun
and
Aries moon. I took the liberty of looking it up for you. Quite the little terror you’ve got yourself there, love.”
“I don’t want to have hate sex with him,” Henry lies unconvincingly. Well, it was only half a lie. Henry really would take whatever kind of sex Alex wanted, he is so helplessly attracted to him. But if he’s being truly honest, then some romance would be appreciated. Alex has a kind of innate warmth that inspires such fantasies, as shameful as they are.
“Come on, mate, you and I both know you liked to be pushed around a bit. Degraded, even.”
Henry straightens, disentangling himself from Pez’s hold to point at him accusingly. “I told you that in a moment of weakness. I beg you not to use it against me.”
Pez holds his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright.”
“Thank you,” Henry sniffs.
“Shall I rustle up some sauvignon blanc?”
It pulls a wan smile out of Henry, who grants Pez an affectionate rub over his magenta-dyed buzz. “This is why you’re my best friend.”
“And I would fight anyone who tries to take my title, my dear.”
As Pez goes to dig through his massive fridge and packed cabinets for the wine and some glasses, Henry settles into the corner of his couch. His knees tuck up on the cushion as his eyes drifted shut. It’s been a rather long day. Henry allows his mind to wander…
Henry doesn’t know how they got here, doesn’t know why Alex decided to follow when he slipped away, but his stomach flips while Alex locks the bathroom door behind him. He eyes Henry through thick lashes in a way that makes him feel like prey.
Henry is happy to be caught.
This bathroom is nice, too nice for how they’re about to sully it.
Alex stalks across the polished tile, bullies Henry up against the sinks. His hands land on the counter, caging Henry’s body in.
“I know you want it,” he whispers into Henry’s ear. Henry squeezes his eyes shut, unable to stop the whimper passing his lips. “Show me how much.”
Well, then. Henry’s not going to pass on the opportunity. He drops to his knees easily, hands steady as he undoes Alex’s fly and pulls his boxers down. Henry doesn’t realize he’s licked his lips until Alex laughs at him, a little derisive. He reaches down and strokes himself mere inches from Henry’s face. Henry watches with wide eyes, even as his hands itch to touch. Alex looks so good like this, is the thing. He looks so good standing over Henry.
“C’mon, princess,” Alex goads him, rubbing his cock over Henry’s closed lips. “Make yourself useful.”
He squeezes his thighs together and sets about doing just that. Something about Alex’s drawl, sarcastic and a little mean, has everything in Henry straining to please him. He wraps his hand around the base of Alex’s dick and kisses the tip, tilts his head and presses a line of open-mouthed kisses down the underside of his shaft. He watches Alex the whole time, and Alex’s dark eyes watch right back. Henry feels like he’s burning up from the inside as he mouths over Alex’s balls, feels himself hardening in his pants with every greedy inhale of the sweaty musk scent that’s gathered there.
It’s not even Alex that guides Henry’s mouth back up to the tip, who forces his head down his cock. Henry simply gets too desperate to wait any longer. He makes sure his lips and tongue are soft as he swallows down Alex’s dick for the first time, then hollows his cheeks out as he draws back up. Henry sinks down again, removing his hand from Alex’s dick so he can take even more of him. He steadies himself with his hands on Alex’s strong runner’s thighs, and feels the muscles jump under his hand.
“You’re kinda a slut, aren’t you?” Alex muses, pushing his fingers through Henry’s soft hair. He grips at the back of his head, just the right side of too tight. “Practically fell on your knees for me in a public bathroom. That’s fucking filthy, princess.”
Henry sucks harder, and is rewarded with the salty-bitterness of precum spreading on his tongue. He hums around Alex’s dick, eyelashes fluttering shut.
“Knew it,” Alex hisses, pressing his thumb into the hollow of Henry’s cheek. Feeling the imprint of his dick there. Henry uses the flat of his tongue to stimulate just under Alex’s crown, and the other man curses loudly. “Fucking
slut.”
Henry does the thing with his tongue again, and Alex hisses through his teeth. He palms Alex’s plump balls, massaging them as he forces himself further down on Alex’s dick. His own spit collects on his hand, runs down his wrist.
“That’s— that’s right, just like that.” Alex’s hips jerk involuntarily, making Henry gag loudly. Not louder than he moans around Alex’s cock, hands desperately moving up Alex’s thighs to grip his ass, pull him more firmly into his mouth. “Are you…d’you want me to fuck your mouth, sweetheart?”
Henry’s eyes slip shut, and he moans again, nodding as best he can. Alex gasps above him, fingers tightening in his hair. A shudder wracks Henry’s spine. Alex doesn’t require any further permission. He thrusts forward immediately, dick slamming into the back of Henry’s throat almost painfully.
“You’re such a
whore,
oh my God.”
Henry drops one hand to palm himself through his pants, trying to flick open the button and relieve the tightness there, but he’s far too distracted by the cock in his mouth. Every time Alex pushes past his gag reflex, thick saliva fills his mouth. Henry doesn’t bother trying to swallow or wipe it away, just lets it run past his lips in thick globs. It runs down Alex’s dick, gathers in his pubic hair until he’s soaked. It’s wet, and messy, and perfect, and Alex is cursing above him, yanking at Henry’s hair without a care for how rough he’s being.
Alex doesn’t tell Henry when he’s about to come. His warning is Alex pulling out suddenly, thick strings of spit connecting the tip of his cock to Henry’s mouth, and stroking himself fast. Henry knows how this goes, and he wants it so bad he feels like he might burst. His eyes shut, and his mouth falls open. He puts out his tongue prettily, and that’s what does it for Alex.
He groans loudly as he directs his release over Henry’s face, the wet sounds as he continues to jerk himself off echoing through the bathroom. Hot splashes land on his cheeks and chin, over his top lip, the side of his nose. The velvety soft tip of Alex’s cock presses hot on the flat of his tongue, and Henry moans as Alex milks out the last drops of his orgasm there. He laps over the head, swirling his tongue leisurely until Alex finally gets too oversensitive and pulls away. Henry allows his eyes to open. Alex is staring down at him like he’s transfixed, jaw hanging slightly agape.
Alex’s thumb brushes the skin just over Henry’s top lip, where he knows his beauty mark is. He pushes the cum there into Henry’s waiting mouth, then grips his chin. His eyes are hungry as they track the movement of Henry’s throat, watching him take it on his tongue and swallow it down.
“You look so slutty like this,” Alex marvels, using his hold to tilt his head side to side. Like he wants all the best angles of his cum painting Henry’s face, like Henry is made for his personal viewing pleasure. Henry whimpers lowly, pressing down harder on his erection.
“C’mere, princess.” Alex grips Henry’s biceps, pulling him to his feet frantically. “That was so fucking good, you’re so fucking good.” He reaches into Henry’s trousers, pulling his cock out his fly and stroking it fast. “Best head I ever had, holy
fuck,
your mouth is crazy.”
Henry chokes, tongue tripping over itself as he moans, “Alex…”
“C’mon Henry, give it to me.”
He rubs his thumb under Henry’s cockhead, just the way that always makes him a little insane, and Henry shakes in his arms. Then Alex is leaning in, pressing a warm, fond kiss behind Henry’s ear, and it’s over. He’s spilling over Alex’s fist with an exhilarated laugh, burying his nose in the crook of Alex’s neck. Henry returns the kiss behind Alex’s ear, feels his pulse thundering beneath his lips, greedily inhales the musk of his sweat —
“Here you are, darling.”
Pez’s voice jolts Henry out of his reverie. His face floods with a guilty red blush as his best friend saunters back into his living room.
“I took the liberty of making it a nine-ounce pour. You looked like you needed it, pet.”
“Thanks.” Henry’s voice comes out embarrassingly hoarse. He clears his throat, flush deepening as Pez eyes him suspiciously. Ultimately, he hands off the extremely full glance of wine with a hum. “Much appreciated.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Henry won’t. He really, really won’t.