Celebrate Alex & Henry's birthdays with a mini fic & art fest!
All creative endeavors are welcome!
Posting March 12th - 27th
AO3 collection will be posted b4 posting starts for fic & art
Celebrate Alex & Henry's birthdays with a mini fic & art fest!
All creative endeavors are welcome!
Posting will run between March 12th - 27th
An AO3 collection will be created for fic and art to be posted to.
We're keeping this very simple, so if you have questions not answered in the rules - send an ask and we'll answer - but really anything that follows the rules is allowed.
‘Did his royal highness slip in some tongue? In public?’
Alex brings his hand down to sit on Henry's knee. Henry rolls his eyes.
‘You're hardly one to talk, Mr “let's fuck in Versaille”.’
- Alex and Henry get saucy in Paris for Henry's birthday.
Rating: T | Ficlet: 642 words | part of @fp-cake-days
Henry’s eyes fly open as the song finishes, Alex’s words swimming tingles across his face. Sable dark eyes shining back like mirrors reflecting the change of the waves rushes through his body. And Alex, this strong stable force right there in front of him coming down from the undulating, hips dipping, parenthetical arms ghosting Henry’s soft body as he sways through it, staring into his face like he didn’t just insert a key.
ICYMI, I wrote a lil birthday fic for Henry @fp-cake-days 💘
Alex has found a perfect gift for Henry's birthday.
AO3
***
Life in New York has been one of the most interesting and best experiences of his life, Alex thinks.
Partially because there’s a surprising amount of privacy that he hadn’t realized that he hadn’t had before, but also because of Henry.
Living with his boyfriend, getting away from the White House, getting to be out on his own has been good for him. He still has Cash following him around, but there’s no… feeling of other eyes always watching him, keeping an eye on him for mistakes or things that could cause issues for the president.
Their own little bubble of privacy is brilliant.
But it’s obviously not everywhere.
Which is why he needs some help when it comes to his plans for Henry’s birthday present this year.
“You’re kidding, right?” Liam asks, incredulously, despite looking partially amused. “Why don’t you ask Nora for help with this?”
“Because she’s seen my sister naked and that makes it weird,” Alex offers with an eyeroll.
“So? She’s also seen you naked.”
He knows that Liam’s not going to let him lie about the reason he’s going to Liam (with Spencer’s permission) over Nora.
So, he huffs and admits, “So much of my privacy with Henry has already been invaded by the public and I – my sister already knows way too much about my relationship with Henry, I don’t want her to know this, too. And if I go to Nora, she’ll tease me about this in front of June and then, she’ll know. And I – I don’t want her to know about this.”
Liam hums.
“Plus, I need a guy’s point of view and you’re all I got.”
“Asshole.”
“You’re going to help me, though, right?” Alex confirms as he makes his way into the walk-in closet.
“Only because I’m mildly interested in the fact that you want to do this in the closet,” Liam says, looking utterly delighted through the phone.
“I’m not in the closet,” Alex counters. “I just need a place to hide the lingerie – it can’t be a present or surprise if he knows about it.”
“I thought you said that he was out with Pez tonight?”
“He is, but just in case he ends up coming home early – hiding in the closet for this is better.”
Liam laughs at him.
“Are you ready for this or not?”
“Yes, yes, I’m ready for you to show off your potential presents for your boyfriend,” Liam says, sitting back in his chair, relaxed.
“Good,” Alex retorts, pleased. “I’ve got a few different pieces because I’m not sure which will be the best.”
Liam laughs. “Wow me.”
***
Henry’s always been a bit iffy about his birthday. When he’d been younger, he loved them more than anything else but getting sat down as soon as he was an adult and told that he couldn’t be himself on his actual birthday had put a bit of a damper on things.
Last year was the first year that he’d begun to be a bit more excited again – Alex’s surprise had been an utter delight.
Now that they’re living together in New York, Henry’s just glad that he’ll be with Alex for his birthday – he’s not expecting anything other than getting to spend the evening together, which is all he needs.
He’s, therefore, slightly surprised when he arrives home after Pez had taken him out while Alex was in class, to rose petals in the doorway and a note:
Follow the rose petals and find your birthday surprise – A
He hums. Perhaps this was why Pez had tried to keep him longer than needed beyond Alex’s usual return home.
He smiles, considering Alex’s surprise last year, he has a feeling he knows where these petals lead, and he loves it.
So, he follows the rose petals through the sitting room and up the stairs.
Sure enough, the petals lead to their bedroom. The door is open, and the petals lead to the bed, but Alex is nowhere to be found.
“Love?” he says, loudly.
“Hi, baby, happy birthday,” Alex says, exiting the walk-in closet in red lace.
Specifically, red lace that has thick bands around his glorious thighs and connects up to the silk band with lace hearts between the bands on his thighs. His cock is covered in silk, and as he spins around, Henry can see that it goes through his legs and wraps around his arse to lift it up. His arse largely exposed and easy for access.
“Baby?” Alex prompts as he moves in front of the full-length mirror to admire himself, but really just show off a little bit more as he’s shaking his arse a little bit.
Henry chuckles as he moves behind him and wraps his arms around his waist. “It looks good on you.” He kisses his cheek and runs a hand over his chest down to the silk. “So, so good. Is this my present, love? You wrapped up in red lace?”
Alex leans his head back on Henry’s shoulder, eyes still locked on his in the mirror. “Yes, I’m all yours in pretty red lace.”
Henry groans. “I’m a lucky man.”
“Yes, you are.”
***
Alex loves being at Henry’s mercy.
He loves the way Henry’s hands wander down his body, the way his lips trace every inch, the way he teases and praises between kisses.
He loves that Henry kisses him and kisses him and kisses him in front of the mirror after turning him around to admire his present. He loves the feeling of Henry’s hands squeezing his ass, but he’s also horny as fuck.
He’s been thinking about this all afternoon, and he desperately wants to get off.
“Baby,” Alex says, leaning his head to the side as Henry sucks on his neck, his hands on his ass. “I love your mouth … so … so much, but I – I have been… horny for – for hours.”
Henry hums against his neck. “Don’t you always promise me that when you’re my present, I get to take my time?”
Alex groans. He does promise that, always.
Partially because he deeply enjoys being Henry’s present – teased and enjoyed at Henry’s leisure – but also because it’s not fair to be a present if he rushes him.
Henry leans back and raises his eyebrows. “Well, love?”
His eyes are already blown and wanting and Alex knows that he’s not going to be able to tease for long, he can wait.
“Have your way with me, baby, I’m all yours.”
“Good.”
***
Henry’s favorite part of laying Alex out is the way he always looks flushed and pleased. He’s hard and wanting. His eyes are blown and focused on Henry, his words are a mishmash of Spanish and English that don’t make any sense.
He’s Henry’s good boy, withering and squirming.
Henry had dreamt and fantasized about this for a long time before he finally got to be with Alex, and it’s everything he dreamt and more.
The best birthday present in the world.
“Please, baby,” Alex pants, when Henry skips over his dick with just a light kiss to the still silk covered dick. He squirms and moves against the red ribbon he’d given Henry to tie him up with, but he can’t escape (though he doesn’t really want to).
Henry moves to straddle his waist and pulls out the lube. “May I?”
Alex groans at the implication. It’s not often that Alex bottoms, in fact, the last time he’d done so had been on Henry’s last birthday.
“You just – you don’t want to – to take – take it off, yet, huh?” Alex gasps, breathing heavy as Henry rubs him through the silk.
“You just look so pretty, love,” Henry offers, hand running up and down his chest and dick. “Such pretty red wrapping, why unwrap you when I can enjoy this sight for the rest of the night if I don’t take it off.” He leans down and whispers in his ear, “I want to enjoy this for as long as I can.”
Alex squirms as Henry pulls back to look him in those warm eyes. “I – you – I have others – I could – could wear them again if you – you like…”
Henry feels a rush of pleasure run through him. “You bought more for me?”
“Yes,” Alex groans. “And now, you can – can fuck me or ride me or whatever you want, and I’ll show them off for you later, but… please… get me off … please.”
“As you wish, my love,” Henry says.
He kisses his way down Alex’s body, and mouths at his dick through the silk as he begins to prep him.
***
By the time that Henry’s deemed him prepped and ready, the front of his silk lingerie is soaked from pre-come and Henry’s salvia.
“Ready?”
“More than.”
Henry leans down and kisses him deeply as he pushes in.
The feeling of pressure and being full is almost enough to make him come, but he keeps himself from it just barely.
Henry waits for him to adjust to the slight stretch before Alex groans, “Move.”
Henry smiles and begins to thrust. Slow at first, until Alex begs him for faster and harder and more.
Henry hits that specific spot inside that makes him feel so much pleasure that he actually does come, moaning and groaning. Henry kisses him soundly as he thrusts into him a few more times before he comes himself.
***
They’re both panting and gasping as Henry slips out and he falls on his back, bringing Alex to cuddle into him.
“So… happy birthday, baby.”
Henry laughs and kisses him.
“Thank you, love, one of my better birthdays with one of my favorite gifts of all time.”
Alex grins at him. “Good, I’m glad.”
Another kiss.
“And I can’t wait to see the rest of your lingerie.”
Thank you for the tags over the past week, @beefybisexualrozanov @books2beach @orchidscript @tailsbeth-writes!
I am back in firstprince land for this one. I want to get this fic posted for @fp-cake-days, so I am working on a birthday fic to celebrate the boys.🎂
“It’s nothing,” Nora shrugs, taking a sip of her champagne.
“Nora.” When she ignores him, he persists. “Nora, you know how annoying I can be. Just tell me. Tell me. Tell me tell me tell me—”
“Fine,” she huffs, laughing. “Fuck, I knew you weren’t going to let it go.” Alex raises his eyebrows at her and she heaves out a sigh. “Pez was asking me if you were single and into men.”
“The way I checked him out wasn’t obvious enough?”
“Yeah, but he wanted to know what kind of men you’re into.”
“Um, him.”
“Alex,” she says, arching an eyebrow at him. “That guy is a millionaire, never in the city, and way out of your league.”
“Rude. And who’s to say that I want anything more than one fun night?”
“I told him that I’d like to see you settle down with someone,” she replies. Alex suppresses the urge to roll his eyes.
“Nora, it’s my birthday. There is no fucking way I am finding someone to settle down with tonight.” She shrugs again and looks away. “I was actually hoping you’d be my wingwoman, like the old days? I need to get laid tonight.”
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