[Did they ever expect to find themselves wound up in each other like this? Likely not. Henry willingly kneeling for Alec, taking commands with minimal pushback and eager to take him into his mouth is really just par the course at this point.
He’s decided he loves Alec saying such uniquely vulgar things, but he won’t make him ask again. He wonders if it should be so simple, if he can just keep him held in the warmth of his palm, lean in close, and press a warm, lingering kiss on the head of his cock—
He wets his lips at the thought, and then does exactly that.]
[ No. If someone would have told Alec when he first got here that this is the situation he'd end up in, he would have laughed and probably decked them for their trouble. This connection he and Henry share has gone far beyond the physical, treading dangerously into trust and many things beyond.
Case in point, Henry does as he's bid for the third time in this interaction, and Alec's pulse jumps. The sweet warmth of the other's lips on the tip of his cock is utterly perfect and yet not nearly enough. He's been hung up on what the heat of Henry's mouth would feel around him for a while, and now that it's so close, he can barely stand it.
His fingers in Henry's hair flex, gripping tighter briefly. ]
[Oh, that grip on his hair again. Tight, though ever so brief. Henry makes a low sound as he draws back, running his tongue across his bottom lip to taste the faint, salty tang of Alec there.]
In good time.
[Always waffling between taking orders, versus taking orders while taking his time with them. But to be far, he wants to relish every reaction, wants to indulge himself a little, too. Alec must want to feel his whole mouth wrapped around him—and he will—but what’s the grand hurry?
For now, he leans in, and draws the wetness of his tongue up the underside of Alec’s cock. Slowly.]
[ Ah, there it is. That bit of defiance that is so very Henry — master of malicious compliance when he wants to be. Alec huffs out an amused sound, clearly not as put out by it as he could be. He is all too happy to let Henry explore, to learn him from this new angle. At least for now.
And explore he does. The slow pass of Henry’s tongue along his length does things to him, makes him groan, his stomach winding tight with anticipation. ]
Haaah, enjoying yourself?
[ This is going to be a test of his patience, isn’t it? ]
[Henry doesn’t reply at first. When his tongue slides from base to tip, it then lingers at the head of Alec’s cock, before his lips seal over it in another slow—almost lazy—kiss. Mm-hmm, he answers in a hum, in a way that purposefully draws out each syllable so that Alec can feel the reverberations of each one.
One might get the sense that Henry is more than willing to take his torturous time with him; give him the benefit of the doubt, and maybe it’s because this is a new experience, a new act for him, never mind his eager willingness.
But Alec probably knows Henry well enough by now to guess that he’s just being difficult. Even on his knees, he can exert a little bit of his own brand of control.]
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He’s decided he loves Alec saying such uniquely vulgar things, but he won’t make him ask again. He wonders if it should be so simple, if he can just keep him held in the warmth of his palm, lean in close, and press a warm, lingering kiss on the head of his cock—
He wets his lips at the thought, and then does exactly that.]
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Case in point, Henry does as he's bid for the third time in this interaction, and Alec's pulse jumps. The sweet warmth of the other's lips on the tip of his cock is utterly perfect and yet not nearly enough. He's been hung up on what the heat of Henry's mouth would feel around him for a while, and now that it's so close, he can barely stand it.
His fingers in Henry's hair flex, gripping tighter briefly. ]
Fuck, Henry. Give me more.
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In good time.
[Always waffling between taking orders, versus taking orders while taking his time with them. But to be far, he wants to relish every reaction, wants to indulge himself a little, too. Alec must want to feel his whole mouth wrapped around him—and he will—but what’s the grand hurry?
For now, he leans in, and draws the wetness of his tongue up the underside of Alec’s cock. Slowly.]
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And explore he does. The slow pass of Henry’s tongue along his length does things to him, makes him groan, his stomach winding tight with anticipation. ]
Haaah, enjoying yourself?
[ This is going to be a test of his patience, isn’t it? ]
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One might get the sense that Henry is more than willing to take his torturous time with him; give him the benefit of the doubt, and maybe it’s because this is a new experience, a new act for him, never mind his eager willingness.
But Alec probably knows Henry well enough by now to guess that he’s just being difficult. Even on his knees, he can exert a little bit of his own brand of control.]