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“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Claremont-Diaz-Fox,” the concierge said to Alex as he handed off the bottle of vintage Dom Perignon and full ice bucket. Alex thanked him and headed down the hall back to where his husband (husband!!!) was waiting for him in their honeymoon suite.When he re-entered the room, the lights were already dim and he could hear the sound of running water filling the tub. Their suite boasted an enormous claw-foot soaking tub with plenty of space for both men, and overlooked the ocean. They were so high up and in such a remote location, there was no fear of onlookers through the glass window that spanned the back half of their room. Alex found Henry sitting on the edge of the tub, running his fingers under the tap to check the temperature.“Hello darling,” Henry said with a sweet smile. “Hope coconut and vanilla is okay, I had to pick the scent while you were out.” Alex set the champagne inside the ice bucket on a stool next to the tub and knelt to give his husband a kiss. Henry looked like paradise and home all at once.“It’s perfect, baby,” Alex said with a peck. “They gave us the really good champagne. Said it was pre-arranged for us or something,” he shrugged.“Of course it was,” Henry sighed. “Shaan really spoils us, doesn’t he?” He spoke of his equerry who had handled the details of their booking. Alex nodded and began stripping off his shorts and t-shirt. Without further ado, Henry did the same and followed has his husband stepped into the steaming bath.They eased into the bubbles with Alex’s back against the tub, and Henry’s back to Alex’s chest. Henry reached over the side to pour them each a glass of the expensive champagne and handed one to his husband.“Cheers, my love,” Henry said and clinked his glass against Alex’s before taking a sip.Alex took a sip of his glass and kissed Henry’s forehead, “Cheers, husband.”“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” Henry whispered between them.“I’ll never get tired of saying it,” Alex said with kisses down Henry’s face, on his cheeks, across his nose, and finally landing on his lips. This time, the kiss lingered longer than a peck, the men slotting their lips together, tasting of champagne and sea air. Their lips moved together clumsily, teeth clanking together gently as they both couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Their noses bumped together at one point, causing them to jerk back from each other and cause a minor spill of champagne.“Don’t waste it!” Alex shouted with laughter.Henry rolled his eyes and made a show of dangling the champagne glass high over his mouth, tilting it so it slowly waterfalled out of the glass and onto his outstretched tongue. Alex’s eyes were glued to the way that tongue lapped up the champagne as it showered down into Henry’s mouth. The liquid trickled over his plush lower lip and down his chin. Without a second thought, Alex leaned forward to lick it off. Henry continued spilling the champagne over the lower half of his face, in a fit of giggles as Alex nipped and licked and sucked it off every inch he could reach.Alex carefully set the champagne glasses aside before turning Henry to face him. He wrapped his hands around the low part of his husband’s hips, his long fingers traversing the span of each of Henry’s cheeks. They kissed lazily and sloppily, Henry slightly grinding forward in Alex’s lap, bathwater sloshing around them. Each of their arousal was building and could be felt as they brushed up against each other with the movement of Henry’s hips. Alex took advantage of his growing want and reached one hand further behind Henry to play with his hole.Henry gasped breathily at the feeling of Alex’s finger ghosting over the muscle. He relaxed his neck, head falling forward and forehead now resting against Alex’s.“I love you so much,” Henry whispered against Alex’s nose.“Mmm,” Alex cooed, “I love you more.”Before Henry could rebut that statement, Alex slowly began his intrusion. They had been doing little else other than fucking so far on their honeymoon, so neither of them needed much prep before they got going again. He let his index finger push in to the second knuckle, leaving it nestled inside Henry as they continued making out. That was the thing. Now that they’re married, they never had to be in a hurry. After all the time they spent rushing their hookups for fear of getting caught or to make the most of their time together, they rarely had the time to slow down and explore each other.Ever since being public, moving in together, and now being married, they both enjoyed the slow, lazy making out that sometimes led to sex, sometimes did not. Sometimes just making out and grinding against each other for what felt like hours as if they had all the time in the world.Because they did.Alex allowed another finger to slip into Henry’s hole, joining the first one and now beginning to stroke his husband’s inner walls. Henry sighed as the fingers slipped in fully, brushing against his prostate. With a breathy laugh, Henry began rocking back onto the fingers inside him. The bathwater sloshed again, sending some over the edge and onto the marble floor.“Careful, honey,” Alex laughed. “Don’t want anyone slipping and bumping their pretty little head.”Henry hid his face in the crook of Alex’s neck and shoulder. “Sorry,” he breathed. “Just feels so good.”“I know sweets, I know,” Alex encouraged as his husband continued to ride his fingers gently.“Can we, uh,” Henry swallowed thickly, “Can we perhaps move this to the bed?”Alex kissed Henry’s neck where it was folded under his chin, “Yeah, ‘course. Up you go.” He helped Henry up out of the water before standing up himself to towel off. They carefully avoided the puddle and quickly tapped across the cold tile floor back into the main bedroom. Alex flung his towel off himself, somewhere across the room, and went airborne, flopping onto the bed with a bounce. Henry ran after him and swan dived onto the bed, the two tangling in a fit of giggles.They resumed making out, rolling around on the bed as they took turns flipping each other over to be on top of one another. At some point, Alex’s fingers re-entered his husband in effort to move things along. He gently scissored his fingers inside of Henry, opening him easily as his body reacted to the touch.“Alright love, alright that’s feeling too good, ‘m ready,” Henry said with his lips still half pressed against Alex’s.“How d’you want me?” Alex asked, panting as his husband pulled away.“Jus’ like this, want you to look at me,” Henry said, big doe eyes looking up at Alex from where he laid beneath him. Alex would never get tired of fucking his husband like this, the way they’d done it their very first time. This time, knowing each other’s bodies inside and out, looking into each other’s eyes, and having all the reassurance in the world that they loved each other fully and equally.Alex lined himself up with Henry’s hole and watched as it fluttered around nothing, anticipating the fullness it craved. Smirking to himself at the fact that he was so endeared by the sight of his husband’s literal asshole, Alex pushed inside gently.Henry’s hand flew up to card through Alex’s curls, not tugging, but holding tightly, reverently. Alex’s thrust started slow and melodic, taking his time feeling everything he could. He watches as Henry’s eyes slipped shut, taking in the feeling of the stretch as his body worked to accommodate Alex.“Hey,” Alex whispered. “Look at me, baby, I’ve got you.”Blue eyes opened lazily; lids heavy with want. “I’m here, I’m here,” Henry whispered back. Alex picked up speed ever so slightly, taken by the way Henry’s full, wet lips parted in a silent moan. He couldn’t help himself but to lean down into Henry’s space and swipe his tongue across that bottom lip. Henry’s followed after it, their tongues tangling together, mouths moving in time with hips.“Can’t believe,” Henry started. “Can’t believe we get to do this for the rest of our lives,” his voice sounded tight like he was trying to swallow his emotions.“You trying to fuckin make me cry Fox?” Alex teased, a few stray tears escaping his waterline.Henry made a mock offended face, “I believe you’ve meant to say Claremont-Diaz-Fox.”Alex laughed wetly, closing the space to kiss his husband again, and feeling both of their tears be wiped off as their mouths moved together. Tears, saliva, and a little bit of snot be damned.“M’not gonna last long baby,” Alex warned, “You feel too fuckin’ good.”“Touch me,” Henry whispered hotly against his husband’s cheek. Alex obliged, reaching one hand between them to stroke Henry’s cock in time with his thrusts, which were becoming more rapid as he felt himself losing control.“Please,” Henry whimpered, “Wanna feel you Alex.”“You’re gonna feel it Hen, you’re gonna get it,” Alex groaned low in the back of his throat. “You’re gonna get all of it, sweetheart.”Their breathing and moans synced up and filled the room as they connected over and over again, Alex now aiming for Henry’s prostate to bring him up to the edge with him. Henry’s little choked back sobs and whimpers indicated that he was just as close. Alex swiped his thumb over the head of Henry’s cock repeatedly, pulling back the foreskin and collecting the precome to add to the slickness. Henry’s panting grew faster, chest heaving up to meet Alex’s. With their hearts beating up against each other, Alex drew Henry in for a wet, heated kiss as he spilled inside his husband.He continued jerking his hips, letting thick ropes of come paint every inch of Henry’s insides, marking him as his own. Henry whined and whimpered, finally choking out a laugh as he reached his own orgasm, come dribbling down Alex’s fist and landing in a pool on Henry’s belly.They both giggled as their hips stuttered and they tried to catch their breath, Alex falling forward onto Henry with his full weight. They would deal with the sticky mess later. For now, Alex needed to be skin to skin with his husband from head to toe.He rested his head on Henry’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and following the rise and fall of his deep, labored breathing. Henry absentmindedly stroked his fingers up and down Alex’s back, eyes closed and enjoying the afterglow.Finally after a while, Henry whispered, “I suppose we should shower.”“You don’t want to get permanently stuck together?” Alex teased, moving to peel himself from Henry’s chest.“I’m afraid it’s much too late for that, dear,” Henry teased back. He moved to stand up, but Alex grabbed his wrist.“Wait,” he said.“What?” Henry asked.“I don’t want you to get up yet,” Alex said.“I just said we should showe—oh you cretin,” Henry laughed.Alex’s face turned beet red, “You have no idea what you’re talking about!” He tried to protest.“Love, I can’t keep your come in me forever. I’ve got to clean it out sometime you know,” Henry kneeled back onto the bed, propping his ass up for Alex’s view. “Get a good look, come on, get in there,” Henry goaded.Alex grabbed each of those plump, delicious cheeks and spread them. “I always clean up my own messes,” he snarked as he dove in and made good on that promise.