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Alex has been books deep for days and Henry is getting antsy. He finished their little clear out the other day and there’s an outfit he’s been dying to tease Alex with.
Everything fits just a little tighter, the way that drives Alex wild. It took a while for Henry to admit he'd put weight on. But it did not take long for Alex to admit how much he adored this version of Henry. He'll adore every version of Henry. But this one he found particularly delectable.
If Henry hadn’t finally gone shopping for some less form fitting clothes, they would have likely been done for public indecency by now.
Alex is sitting on the floor of their lounge, books spread across the coffee table. Henry scampers in, wearing shorts and a vest from last summer.
‘Mind if I put on a record?’
Alex agrees but doesn't bother looking up. Henry struts to the record collection, gets down on his knees as he purposely takes his time perusing. He knows the power his arse has in these shorts, he knows it won't tak-
‘What do we have here?’
Bingo. The power of Henry's arse prevails yet again.
Henry looks coyly over his shoulder, Alex has dropped his book and his eyes are glued to Henry’s behind. Henry grins, and in a couple of seconds Alex has crawled across the rug and practically pounced on Henry. His chest is warm against Henry’s back. Alex’s hands feel like they’re everywhere at once.
‘You crafty little slut… You quite proud of yourself?’ Alex whispers in Henry’s ear. Before gets the chance to reply, Alex is man handling him and he’s laying on his back.
‘Had to get you out from those books somehow.’
‘And I think I need to get you out of these clothes immediately.’
Henry giggles like a teenage girl. He doesn’t give a shit.
Alex peels off the vest slowly, leaving sloppy kisses up Henry’s tummy.
‘I love this body…’ He nibbles around his nipples. Henry gasps, he's so sensitive and Alex knows it.
‘...so fucking much.’ Henry feels his skin heat, he can practically feel the bruises blooming on his love handles as Alex works his way across. He’s like an artist and Henry is his canvas.
He allows himself to sink into ecstasy as Alex paints his body with every colour of pleasure.
He moans as Alex's fingers knead over his chest as Alex slips the shorts down to reveal Henry's cock.
'No underwear? You're trying to kill me Fox,' Alex groans, he nuzzles his head into Henry's hips. He licks every crease, and yet it's never enough for either of them. Henry's hips buck and Alex's other hand clamps it down. Alex shakes his head as he hovers over Henry, licking his lips.
'You teased me first.'
'I got you to take a bloody break.'
Alex adjusts his knee so it slides between Henry's legs, Henry bites down on his lip.
'Baby, are you feeling desperate?'
Henry is a strong man, physically, he could flip Alex over right now. If he wanted to. But against an Alex Claremont-Diaz 'baby', he's a very, very weak man.
He nods. Alex studies his face, and leans in to kiss him, almost painfully so.
'I've got you. Let me look after you,' Alex whispers into Henry's ear. He slides back down Henry's body, kissing and sucking, especially on his stretch marks. Alex is never shy to tell Henry how much he loves them.
'You're fucking perfection, sweetheart.'
Henry is putty before Alex even sinks his mouth around Henry's cock. His back arches as Alex's mouth takes him in. He can hear Alex gag a little, his nails leaving crescent moon shapes on Henry's chest. Henry covers Alex's hand with his own, gasping as Alex glides up and down. It's sloppy, the noise drives Henry wild. He's not going to last very long.
'Alex- I'm going-'
The raspy words only encourage Alex, he sees a finish line and well, he's never been shy from motivation. Henry squeezes his hand, his free hand holds onto the carpet as his orgasm releases through his body. His body feels heavy, tension exiting his muscles. His own panting sounds muffled, along with Alex's. He twitches as Alex licks up his cum.
When he opens his eyes, Alex is hovering above him.
'You back in the room?'
'Ask me in five minutes.'
Alex chuckles, nuzzling into Henry's jaw and leaving gentles kisses. Henry lets his eyes close again, revelling in the scent of Alex and sex.