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[striketwice]

REVERIE INBOX "THIS IS ALEC. MAKE IT QUICK." ⚡ voice . text . action ↳ OVERFLOW | REGISTRY

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[vecna]

[It’s nice to feel Alec move beneath him, to feel him arch a little as he kisses him. And Henry harbors no illusions about this starting and ending as a simple makeout session on the bed, either; if words aren’t enough to relay the depth of affection he feels for this man, then he’ll just have to show him physically, wherever that might take them.

And so he parts his lips, deepens the kiss into something more seeking and self-indulgent on his own end. But that hand that’s seated itself behind his neck… Henry raises his own to take Alec by the wrist and remove it, repositioning it up and over his head, pinning it down—firmly, not roughly—into the mattress.

50/50 chance Alec will let him get away with it, but he pulls away to murmur into his mouth-]

Let me touch you. Let me spoil you for a little.

[striketwice]

[ Surprise of all surprises, Henry has caught Alec in a very good mood. What could have possibly caused such a thing? Truly, a mystery for the ages.

But that means that when Henry repositions Alec's hand, and he finds himself caught by one wrist and pinned to the mattress, he doesn't fight it. He lets Henry do as he pleases. Alec has the need to control a lot of things a lot of the time, but with Henry? Well, it's surprising how much trust and affection makes that a non-issue. ]

Haah, fuck Henry. You don't see me arguing, do you?

[vecna]

[Given that Alec seems to be letting him do as he pleases this time?]

A rare day.

[But maybe that's just what happens when you use that pesky L-word with your boyfriend.

But far be it from Henry to not fulfill his promise of spoiling him. Of touching him, putting his hands all over him, his lips traversing across every scarred plane on the man’s body, trailing lower and lower. Losing himself in sensation until just touching and kissing is not enough, and after that? Well, it’s no surprise that self-indulgence makes way for full-blown lust, and by the time they’re through, Henry’s half-tangled in the bedsheets, sweat cooling on freshly-marked and scratched skin, lying beside Alec with the contentedly hazy look of a well-sated man.

He’s happy to stay like that for a moment or two, hazy and warm, though his brain supplies something idle and useless not long after.]

…Oh. I lost the radio.

[He couldn’t keep the illusion up. He forgot all about it. This is not at all important, but Henry seems to just recall what it was that brought them to this point in the first place.]

[striketwice]

[ It always happens, teeth and nails getting involved the moment they start stripping away each other's clothes. Like they don't know any other way to be. This time it takes a little longer than usual, with Alec laying back to let Henry spoil him as he pleases, but even then it seems they were just delaying the inevitable.

He doesn't mind. He hardly does, when the sting of pain sits so sweetly alongside the rush of pleasure.

By the end, they're both spent and breathing hard, a sheen of sweat cooling on abused skin. Alec has since ducked into the washroom for a rag to clean off both himself and Henry, and now he's back to sprawling bonelessly in the bed. ]

Hm?

[ A glance over at Henry. Alec will never tire of seeing him like this, hair mussed and skin flush as he lazes about in the afterglow. Fuck. He's in so deep.

... Right, the radio. ]

You sure did.

[vecna]

[Alec definitely would have had to clean them both up or he wouldn’t have heard the end of it from Henry.

For now, he presses the side of his cheek into one of the pillows, looking at Alec from the side of the bed he’s temporarily claimed. He knows his hair is a mess; he’ll fix it… later.]

It takes a lot to disrupt one of mine. [His illusions, he means.] You just happen to be that distracting, I guess… but try not to let it go to your head.

[(Fond.)]

[striketwice]

[ He knows that by now, that Henry is a stickler for neatness. It's why these little moments where he ever lets himself be less than perfectly put together strike him like they do. ]

Too late.

[ God. The little fond undercurrent that's somehow seeped into the way Henry jabs at him snakes its way through his ribs to wrap tightly around his heart. Every time. It does that every time, and Alec struggles to remember how he possibly lived without this man making his way into every facet of his being.

He reaches for Henry to pull him close. Maybe they don't usually cuddle or bask in the aftermath or even engage in much pillow talk, but that's happening now. He's decided. ]

Come here.

[vecna]

[They’re not normally the cuddling type, no. But there are always exceptions to the rule, and today, he feels so connected, to rooted to Alec that it would be strange not to entwine himself around him when the offer comes.

And entwine he nearly does. He shifts closer when reached for, draping on arm across Alec’s middle, and a leg slipping between both of his. They slot together well, he thinks.

He dips his head forward to… well, bury his face just beneath the crook of Alec’s chin. Henry may be six feet of long, lithe limbs, but by god, he’s going to arrange himself to be as close as possible, to take in the other’s scent. Maybe he can feel his heartbeat, too, if he's lucky.]

[striketwice]

[ They do slot well together, in most all things, but this is the only way that matters right now. Henry twines himself around Alec, and Alec loops one arm around Henry's shoulders in return. He lists back onto the pillows a bit, letting Henry nuzzle himself against his chest. Yes, Henry can indeed hear the steady thrumming of his heart.

His free hand comes up to travel the length of Henry's arm, touch feather light, down and back up again. Then down his side, counting his ribs, following the ridge of his hip. ]

Hey. [ Soft, but sudden. Like the idea's just occurred to him. ] Stay with me tonight?

[vecna]

[It’s warm and safe. It’s that strange paradox of secure vulnerability, tucked up against Alec like this. He can hear his heartbeat and feel it thrumming in his chest at an even tempo — counting the seconds as they quietly pass on by.

...Oh. It’s like a clock.

Alec speaks, and Henry blinks a bit owlishly as he’s pulled out of his thoughts.]

Of course I will. Look at how comfortable I’ve gotten, Alec.

[You wouldn’t boot this man out of your bed so soon, would you? He grins faintly. He doesn't want to move for a while yet.]

[striketwice]

Yeah, I can see that.

[ He might not boot this man out of his bed ever, to be honest. This sleeping next to someone thing is going to spoil him. ]

I've only got the one bed back home anyway. Might as well get used to it.

[vecna]

[Talk of the future brings excitement, as well as impatience. If only they could leave this prison now, go back to Alec’s world, start that new life that holds so much newfound freedom for him. But for now, they’ll have to make do with imagining it, and visiting his home city in his memories.]

I was wondering about that. You never did show me your bedroom.

[But Alec does not seem like the sort to keep a guest room ready for… guests, anyhow.]

[striketwice]

[ He chuckles, the sound rumbling where Henry has his head laid against Alec's chest. ]

That's because you would have fussed at me for not making my bed.

[ And Henry saw Alec's "guest room". It was full of computers. ]

[vecna]

[Yes. Definitely not a guest room for guests.

That sound, though. It's pleasant.]

I wouldn't have fussed too much.

[Yes he would have.]

[striketwice]

I want you to remember you said that when we finally get back to my place for real.

[ He's holding you to that, Henry!! ]

[vecna]

[Wow. Here, he does angle back a little, just enough to tilt his head up and look at Alec, brow raised.]

How bad could it be?

[Actually, now that he thinks back... Has there been a time when he's visited Alec's room and the bed has been made?]

[striketwice]

[ Oh, absolutely not. Alec keeps most everything else decently neat, and he's a real stickler over a clean kitchen, but the bed? He never makes the bed. ]

I mean, it's probably not the worst thing you've ever seen.

[vecna]

[THIS IS NOT PROMISING.

Looks at him for a few seconds more.]

Is that code for "I never make my bed, ever"?

[striketwice]

[ The pause is probably telling. ]

... Pretty much.

[vecna]

[sir]

...Why not? [wHY NoT] It's not as if the rest of your apartment was a mess.

[striketwice]

Why bother? I'm in and out of that bed at such odd hours, I'm not gonna take the time to make it every time.

[ FIGHT HIM HENRY. ]

[vecna]

[This logic, it pains him. Why do you hurt the ones you love-]

But if there’s one thing in a room that should always be straightened, it’s the bed. It makes everything else look more presentable when it’s made.

[striketwice]

If that's how you really feel, then you can make the bed from now on.

[ :) ]

[vecna]

Every single time you get out of bed during your “odd hours”, you mean?

[Bruh]

[striketwice]

If it really bothers you that much, then yeah.

[ This is what you signed up for. ]

[vecna]

[He sure did.

But in the grand scheme of things? A minuscule sacrifice to make.]

Fine. I will. But I reserve the right to complain each and every time.

[What was that about not fussing.]