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Alex nods, leaning into Marcus' touch a little. "I get that," he admits softly. "And we'll... figure stuff out. I'll talk to Henry." he huffs a soft laugh. "I guess this might be one of the times the fact that he's so..." he waves his free hand a little. He wants to call Henry weak but that isn't quite true. He knows the Prince isn't always. "... Henry. He's very accepting of things, and that'll work to our advantage. He won't want to cause any... international issues." and Alex knows that he's talking like a politician, working the angles of the situation, but it's who he is, and he can't deny it, any more than he can deny that Henry is a Prince shackled by the chains of the monarchy. "I'll talk to him."

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"You better speak with your mouth and not your hands." Marcus remarked, his tone serious but there was a playful teasing in his eyes as he watched Alex with interest. It almost immediately dropped at the words 'work to our advantage' and Marcus let out a heavy sigh. "Stop thinking like a politician or I'll start treating you like one. And I am very much not fond of politicians." He muttered.

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"Awww, jealous?" Alex can't help but ask, one brow quirked in interest because - oh, that would make things interesting, if Marcus were. "Careful though, there's a lot a person can do with their mouths - I'm told my blowjobs are pretty spectacular," He's mostly teasing, but Alex isn't above using a little emotional manipulation to get Henry to be putty in his hands.

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The prince isn't sure he can relax, if he's being completely truthful. Everything feels bundled up and jumbled, a mass of anxiety that swirls around in his stomach. Alex's touch, soft as it is, is helping him a little, but when the other offers to take the toy out, hands moving to help, Henry flinches away, unable to help himself before sliding out of Alex's lap, swallowing hard as he reaches for the trousers again.

"I'll get rid of it once we get home," He repeats quietly, pulling the trousers on and sitting opposite Alex after some hesitation, twisting his fingers together. It's nothing Alex has done wrong, the man is amazing and Henry's just grateful he was at all turned on by the display, but right now the Prince wants to forget the whole thing has never happened, although... he bites his lip, looking over at Alex, eyes flickering to the privacy partition and then back again. He's left the other man wanting, after all, hasn't he?

"I could suck you off," He offers, because that's something he knows he can do, and hopefully it'll get Alex's mind away from the toy and bring him some satisfaction if nothing else. And hell, Henry is good at blow jobs.

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Henry has NEVER shied away from his touch, not in this way anyway, and when he flinches, Alex pulls his hands back as if he's being BURNED. He hates the fact that Philip can do this to him, to them, with something as simple as words, but then again...words can hurt as much as fists, more so even.

"Baby," He says, softly still, his heart breaking just a little in his chest. "You're in no state to give me a blowjob, just...I'm sorry anyone made you feel that way, but please don't feel like you need to worry about ME right now."

He wants to take Henry home, give him a warm bath and wrap him in a blanket, and protect him from the rest of the world. His hands are still pulled away, not touching Henry unless the other man WANTS him to.

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"How can you want to be with me?" Henry asks, his voice quiet and broken, defeated. He won't look at Alex, gaze drawn to some point past the other man, blank and far away. "Look at me, I'm ridiculous. The Prince who doesn't want to be a Prince. The boyfriend who can't even seduce his partner without causing a scene and utterly embarrassing everyone. You could have anyone, Alex. Why the hell would you want me?"

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Alex tilts his head to study Marcus' expression, because there's something in that sentence that needs a little analysing. "And you liked that?" He asks, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Me being your secret, I mean?" He can understand, - hell, his relationship with Henry had been their secret and theirs alone for nearly a year. And yeh, it had gotten frustrating because of the long distance, and how much Henry had had to hide himself away, but Alex can't deny he'd liked having the man all to himself at times.

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"My life has been a series of... Bullshit where everyone made decisions for me. I once had someone before but he was taken away from me. Keeping you a secret made me feel like I had my own life... Like I was keeping you safe." He laughed quietly at the stupidity of it all, reaching out to gently touch Alex's cheek. "But we need to sort everything out with Henry. Ben is freaking out over everything."

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Alex nods, leaning into Marcus' touch a little. "I get that," he admits softly. "And we'll... figure stuff out. I'll talk to Henry." he huffs a soft laugh. "I guess this might be one of the times the fact that he's so..." he waves his free hand a little. He wants to call Henry weak but that isn't quite true. He knows the Prince isn't always. "... Henry. He's very accepting of things, and that'll work to our advantage. He won't want to cause any... international issues." and Alex knows that he's talking like a politician, working the angles of the situation, but it's who he is, and he can't deny it, any more than he can deny that Henry is a Prince shackled by the chains of the monarchy. "I'll talk to him."

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Henry shakes his head, leaning into Alex. He feels exhausted, that sense of being pulled under by his depression looms, and he wants to just ignore it, and enjoy this time he gets with Alex - he can be depressed when Alex is back in America, but he knows it's now how things work... it never is. "Let's just..." he sighs, shaking his head again. "I'll get rid of it when we get home. I don't want you to see me like this, it's ridiculous. Pip was right."

He huffs a breath, thinking back. Really, what had he been trying to do? "God, I'm sorry. That was not how I wanted this to go," he chuckles, tiredly. "I've missed you, and I thought - but it was stupid. I'll apologise to Philip in the morning."

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"No, he's a dick. And he had NO RIGHT to treat you that way, sweetheart." Alex' voice is soft as he speaks, moving to pull up the privacy screen and then allowing his fingers to undo the button of Henry's trousers. It's gentle if anything, coaxing him out of them before pulling him into his lap.

"You're amazing, and that was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, okay? Let me just take care of you." There's nothing sexual about it, it's just soft touches and kisses to Henry's jaw and his cheeks, sliding his hand down the other man's back and to the toy still nestled inside him. "I'm gonna take it out, okay? Relax for me, baby,"

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The prince isn't sure he can relax, if he's being completely truthful. Everything feels bundled up and jumbled, a mass of anxiety that swirls around in his stomach. Alex's touch, soft as it is, is helping him a little, but when the other offers to take the toy out, hands moving to help, Henry flinches away, unable to help himself before sliding out of Alex's lap, swallowing hard as he reaches for the trousers again.

"I'll get rid of it once we get home," He repeats quietly, pulling the trousers on and sitting opposite Alex after some hesitation, twisting his fingers together. It's nothing Alex has done wrong, the man is amazing and Henry's just grateful he was at all turned on by the display, but right now the Prince wants to forget the whole thing has never happened, although... he bites his lip, looking over at Alex, eyes flickering to the privacy partition and then back again. He's left the other man wanting, after all, hasn't he?

"I could suck you off," He offers, because that's something he knows he can do, and hopefully it'll get Alex's mind away from the toy and bring him some satisfaction if nothing else. And hell, Henry is good at blow jobs.

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Alex blinks, trying to think through that for a moment - and it doesn't escape his notice that Marcus has avoided his question. "... another person, another personality kind of person?" He asks, just to confirm, then pauses. "Does Henry know about this?" because for some reason, that irks him, if the prince does know. He doesn't even know why.

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"Henry is aware. At least, we decided to tell him after you hit him like an idiot." Marcus confirmed, itching for a cigarette but he knew that going outside out just invited for them to be overheard and this all needed to stay between them. "I didn't tell him. The other me did." He rolled his eyes at the idea of referring to Q like that. "His name is Ben. He didn't know about you. No one knew about you, you were my secret."

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Alex tilts his head to study Marcus' expression, because there's something in that sentence that needs a little analysing. "And you liked that?" He asks, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Me being your secret, I mean?" He can understand, - hell, his relationship with Henry had been their secret and theirs alone for nearly a year. And yeh, it had gotten frustrating because of the long distance, and how much Henry had had to hide himself away, but Alex can't deny he'd liked having the man all to himself at times.

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Henry is quiet as they exit into the car, clenching his jaw to stop himself from bursting into tears. The vibrator is still blowing puffs of air into his body but he's trying to tune it out as much as possible; what was meant to be something they could look back on and just laugh about has been completely destroyed and he hates himself for it, because really, how stupid could he be?

"Sorry." He says to Alex, moving to fiddle with the ring that once used to sit on his finger, before belatedly and not for the first or last time, realising its not there any more, though that doesn't mean he doesn't want Alex to not have it.

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Alex turns the vibrator off the moment they are out of sight and wraps his arms around Henry the moment they get into the car. "Hey, you don't have anything to be sorry for." he says softly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the top of Henry's head. "You're SO FUCKING HOT, jesus Henry...I was ready to drag you into the nearest empty room, and Philip can be a dick,"

Alex could have understood the apprehension, because it's HIS and Martha's party, but that had gone out of the window at the other's harsh words. "I'll take you home and we'll have a bath, okay? I'll take care of you," He adds, still as softly. "Want me to take the toy out?"

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Henry shakes his head, leaning into Alex. He feels exhausted, that sense of being pulled under by his depression looms, and he wants to just ignore it, and enjoy this time he gets with Alex - he can be depressed when Alex is back in America, but he knows it's now how things work... it never is. "Let's just..." he sighs, shaking his head again. "I'll get rid of it when we get home. I don't want you to see me like this, it's ridiculous. Pip was right."

He huffs a breath, thinking back. Really, what had he been trying to do? "God, I'm sorry. That was not how I wanted this to go," he chuckles, tiredly. "I've missed you, and I thought - but it was stupid. I'll apologise to Philip in the morning."

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Alex hums at that... he's not sure how that would all play out realistically but - Henry is terrified of things looking bad to the press, to the crown... it could work in their favour. "So what does that look like to you? I'm not trying to be a dick, I just... want to know your expectations, I guess?" He pauses, nods. "Yeh... I mean, not personally but I've heard of it. Why?"

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He paused, realising he had no idea what it meant to him; the one and only person he'd had any form of 'long' relationship with had been murdered in front of him as a lesson. Since then he'd only really met people a handful of times before cutting them off. "We'll think about that later." He sighed. "I have another person, his name is Ben. He's one of Henry's friends. That is how I know Henry."

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Alex blinks, trying to think through that for a moment - and it doesn't escape his notice that Marcus has avoided his question. "... another person, another personality kind of person?" He asks, just to confirm, then pauses. "Does Henry know about this?" because for some reason, that irks him, if the prince does know. He doesn't even know why.

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Alex raises an eyebrow at that, tilting his head so he can look at Marcus properly, expression a little bit sceptical. "Do you want to look at this as a long-term thing?" He certainly hasn't been expecting that... but he's not opposed, either. It's kind of nice to have Henry, who's .... Henry, and Marcus, who's just the complete opposite in so many ways. Confident, challenging, unpredictable... and sometimes for the love of God, irresistible. Alex doesn't want to give either of them up, honestly. And maybe he won't have to.

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Marcus let out a long, low sigh as he considered how badly this all might go. For all he knew, Alex would disappear from his life. At least, in that case, he would have no issue teaching the younger some manners on forcing Henry to play happy for the cameras. "I enjoy your company. I would prefer it wasn't all sex." He admitted, which was about as close to 'do you want to go on a date' as he was willing to get. "Do you know what multiple personalities are?"

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Alex hums at that... he's not sure how that would all play out realistically but - Henry is terrified of things looking bad to the press, to the crown... it could work in their favour. "So what does that look like to you? I'm not trying to be a dick, I just... want to know your expectations, I guess?" He pauses, nods. "Yeh... I mean, not personally but I've heard of it. Why?"

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Henry looks all but desperate, breath coming out in little pants as he tries to keep his lips sealed shut, his eyes wide and blown. He had started this, he thinks, but he truly hadn't thought that he would be so... encouraged. He's already come once in his boxers and he just prays no one will notice and that there's not a stain, as he nods rather desperately at Alex. Should've read the fucking manual he berates his past self, letting out a frustrated GROAN as Philip slips around the corner and snags him by the shoulder before Alex can whisk them somewhere safe.

"Whatever the fuck is going on," The Crown Prince says, his eyes narrow and cold. "Quit it, right now. Henry, you already caused two international scandals, don't bloody well cause another, especially tonight. And I don't want to hear another word about how this is your anniversary as well,!" he snaps before Henry can speak, even as the younger opens his mouth. "I am talking about my marriage, which is something you will never get to experience, so straighten yourselves up and for the love of God behave or I swear to GOD I will make you regret it."

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"How on earth can we cause an international scandal at an intimate gathering? Or are you saying you cannot TRUST the people you've invited?" Alex offers, his smile as sweet as ever while he steps between Philip and Henry. "You've also very rudely left your guests standing, so I suggest you go back there and allow me to work through Nature's Call, unless you'd like me to urinate onto your expensive carpet,"

And with he takes Henry's hand and steps away and down the corridor, absolutely not planning on returning to the gathering at all. Well, not that he had planned to in the first place, he'd much rather spends his time with Henry either way. He feels a little bad about Nora, but she had probably expected to be left to her own devices, and there's Bea around, too, so she'll be fine.

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Henry is quiet as they exit into the car, clenching his jaw to stop himself from bursting into tears. The vibrator is still blowing puffs of air into his body but he's trying to tune it out as much as possible; what was meant to be something they could look back on and just laugh about has been completely destroyed and he hates himself for it, because really, how stupid could he be?

"Sorry." He says to Alex, moving to fiddle with the ring that once used to sit on his finger, before belatedly and not for the first or last time, realising its not there any more, though that doesn't mean he doesn't want Alex to not have it.

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Mycroft nods, the more that Seven- Ben - explains his thinking, the more he understands. "The world is very overwhelming. Especially when you have been kept so safe and secluded for so long, little one." He pauses. "Would you like to forget? Everything that happened before now, would you like to forget, so that you can become Ben Smith?"

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Ben considered for a moment as he gazed down at his silk and thinks over all of the tests and puzzles and fears that had been his life in the lab. "I'm not sure who I would be if I forgot, Maestro. I wouldn't know you anymore... Isn't that the most important thing? To know who I am and who I belong to?" He asked quietly, glancing up at him. "I just want things to be certain."

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"Nothing is ever completely certain," Mycroft says. "But you are right in one thing. The most important thing is that you know me... and so." He pauses and grins, though there's something a bit malicious in it, if Ben knows what to look for. "Forget everything. Everything except that you are mine. Your name is Ben Smith, and you... have no idea where you came from. Just that you were abandoned." He smirks a little. "And at night, I want you to remember it all in your dreams. Every little experiment, every thought and every fear - and every morning, that memory will disappear again."

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Here is the thing; Henry is usually very good at this game. He's good at teasing Alex, he likes teasing Alex, and he likes being teased by Alex. But the thing the Prince hadn't factored in when he stupidly started all of this was just how horny he'd get, and how quickly he'd get horny. Which really, he should know considering it's been ages since they last saw each other.

So when the the bloody vibrator starts to puff air (God, he hopes its air) at his prostate, while massaging his inner walls, the Prince's heart feels like it's going to fail. He can feel Alex's eyes on him... and Philip's eyes. And the second does not look happy at all, like he knows something is happening but has no idea what.

Henry flushes under their duel gaze, ducking his head, hands clenching and unclenching, reaching for his phone only for it to drop on the floor because his hands are shaking so much. With a mumbled apology as Philip steps closer, he raises a hand to stop him before bolting from the ballroom, cursing himself for thinking he could actually pull this off as he makes his way toward the bathrooms as fast as he can...which unfortunately is not very fast, all things considered.

Meanwhile Philip picks up his brother's phone, glances at the message that shows up on the screen as it flashes at him, which happens to be the last message from Alex, and sighs heavily before moving over to where Alex is chatting. "Alexander, a moment."

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Maybe it's a little RISKY, doing this at such a small gathering, but then again Henry had started it, so a little teasing should be alright. Well, or so Alex had thought at least. ( To be clear he still thinks it's okay, he just really doesn't think Philip can take a conversation about Henry's and his sex life, though he thinks it would be interesting to watch ).

"Philip! Lovely party. Hey," He turns towards the man he'd been having a conversation with, some old college friend of Philip's if he's not mistaken, "I'm afraid nature calls. But have you properly congratulated Philip yet? If not you definitely should!" Alex has ALWAYS been smooth with words, which makes it easy to swerve out of the conversation and leave Philip trapped.

He makes his way over to Henry, the slightest of smirks on his face as he intertwines their fingers. "Now, I think we have somewhere we urgently need to be, don't you, baby?"

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Henry looks all but desperate, breath coming out in little pants as he tries to keep his lips sealed shut, his eyes wide and blown. He had started this, he thinks, but he truly hadn't thought that he would be so... encouraged. He's already come once in his boxers and he just prays no one will notice and that there's not a stain, as he nods rather desperately at Alex. Should've read the fucking manual he berates his past self, letting out a frustrated GROAN as Philip slips around the corner and snags him by the shoulder before Alex can whisk them somewhere safe.

"Whatever the fuck is going on," The Crown Prince says, his eyes narrow and cold. "Quit it, right now. Henry, you already caused two international scandals, don't bloody well cause another, especially tonight. And I don't want to hear another word about how this is your anniversary as well,!" he snaps before Henry can speak, even as the younger opens his mouth. "I am talking about my marriage, which is something you will never get to experience, so straighten yourselves up and for the love of God behave or I swear to GOD I will make you regret it."

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For a second, Alex is a little stunned. He's not used to being given the benefit of the doubt on much at all, and he'd had expected Marcus to rally to Henry, not that he would blame him. His boyfriend - ex? - is annoyingly easy to like.

He rolled his eyes at the ruffle to his hair, though there's a tiny smile on his lips. "Promise." he swears, and it's an easy one to make. Half jokingly, he asks "does that mean I can hit Henry again?" It's a joke and a bad one, but he needs something to break the ice, he's used to Marcus barrelling them both into bed (on the floor, table, up against the wall, wherever works), not being so... understanding. "Y'know, considering you like me and all."

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"I don't promise, because I'm not a child." Marcus muttered, though he was sure he had made plenty of promises to Q. Q was simply a different matter - weren't things always different with family?

"No." And, for good measure, he swatted the back of Alex's head. "Unless it's playful, like that." He smirked down at the younger. "I am starting to consider demoting that 'like' to a 'tolerate'." He pointed out before running his free hand through his hair. "There's also something else I need to talk to you about, if you're looking at this as a long-term thing."

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Alex raises an eyebrow at that, tilting his head so he can look at Marcus properly, expression a little bit sceptical. "Do you want to look at this as a long-term thing?" He certainly hasn't been expecting that... but he's not opposed, either. It's kind of nice to have Henry, who's .... Henry, and Marcus, who's just the complete opposite in so many ways. Confident, challenging, unpredictable... and sometimes for the love of God, irresistible. Alex doesn't want to give either of them up, honestly. And maybe he won't have to.

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The more Mycroft hears about Arthur, the more he wants to murder the man. But at least Ben still seems to remember that the boy calls him maestro. "No one could ever say that you are boring if they truly knew you," Is the answer he can come up with, already figuring out which agent to use. "II'm glad that it still means something to you now that there is so much out here for you to explore."

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"Isn't that rather the point? If people knew about me... They would be too interested. Isn't it bad for people to be interested in me, Maestro?" He asked quietly, trying his very best to understand this strange new world of personal and business relationships. "There seems like a lot, it's..." He hesitated. "Scary. The world is very scary. That's why I didn't tell them anything when they first picked me up and then... I didn't know how to bring it all up, Maestro."

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Mycroft nods, the more that Seven- Ben - explains his thinking, the more he understands. "The world is very overwhelming. Especially when you have been kept so safe and secluded for so long, little one." He pauses. "Would you like to forget? Everything that happened before now, would you like to forget, so that you can become Ben Smith?"

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Henry takes a slow breath, feeling his body relax as the anxiety that had been making his stomach crawl faded swiftly, and leaned into press a soft kiss to the soldier's lips in thanks. "I've noticed," he says with a smile, taking Elliot's hands and standing up, nodding. "Absolutely, let's get out of here." he presses another quick kiss to Elliot's lips, lacing their fingers together. "Thank-you."

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"He's protective of everyone, not just me." Elliot pointed out, chuckling quietly as he accepted the kiss.

Once everything was packed up, they quickly moved out and back to the evacuation point. The flight back to the barracks involved Elliot mostly sleepy since apparently Henry's anxiety liked to eat his magic. He didn't really mind.

His eyes fluttered open once the helicopter landed. "Fuck... Sorry, I slept the whole time. Are you okay still?"

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Henry privately disagrees, but for now stays quiet, smiling into the kiss before they pack up. The flight is fairly quiet, some of the soldiers playing card games, while Henry checks his supplies, grateful and making the most of the effect Elliot's magic has on him.

When the man awakes, he turns, smiling a little. "Hi... yeh I'm still okay," he promises softly. "And you don't need to apologise, you obviously needed the rest."

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He doesn't think he's ever reached for his phone so fast and Henry takes a long, slow breath as the vibrator returns to the first setting, able to school his features into something more neutral as Philip crowds his space, hissing at him to behave, Henry! His brother knows him too well by now - even if he doesn't know what is going down (thank God) he knows something is, and its something to do with Alex... although this had been Henry's idea.

The Prince slinks to rest against a wall, taking a slow breath, eyes finding Alex again, pulling his lower lip in his teeth and nibbling on it as he texts back.

(Henry > Alex) Please? (Henry > Alex) I may have made the mistake of not wearing underwear. And didn't check the settings before I gave you the remote. I'm not above begging.

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Alex keeps the conversation going, but makes sure to keep an eye on Henry throughout the whole thing. He's TEASING him, of course he is, but he'd never actually want to embarrass Henry in front of anyone. He'd given Alex the control though, so he'd make good use of that.

His hand slips back into his pocket and he smiles again, typing out a response.

( text ;; baby ): Then beg. ;)

He presses the remote again to dial up the toy, all while keeping up casual conversation, his eyes darting to Henry with a slight smirk on his lips. It's THE LAST of teasing he'll do, but Alex also didn't want to make it too easy for the other man.

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Here is the thing; Henry is usually very good at this game. He's good at teasing Alex, he likes teasing Alex, and he likes being teased by Alex. But the thing the Prince hadn't factored in when he stupidly started all of this was just how horny he'd get, and how quickly he'd get horny. Which really, he should know considering it's been ages since they last saw each other.

So when the the bloody vibrator starts to puff air (God, he hopes its air) at his prostate, while massaging his inner walls, the Prince's heart feels like it's going to fail. He can feel Alex's eyes on him... and Philip's eyes. And the second does not look happy at all, like he knows something is happening but has no idea what.

Henry flushes under their duel gaze, ducking his head, hands clenching and unclenching, reaching for his phone only for it to drop on the floor because his hands are shaking so much. With a mumbled apology as Philip steps closer, he raises a hand to stop him before bolting from the ballroom, cursing himself for thinking he could actually pull this off as he makes his way toward the bathrooms as fast as he can...which unfortunately is not very fast, all things considered.

Meanwhile Philip picks up his brother's phone, glances at the message that shows up on the screen as it flashes at him, which happens to be the last message from Alex, and sighs heavily before moving over to where Alex is chatting. "Alexander, a moment."

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This was either a really good idea or a really stupid one, Henry thinks, watching Alex sidle his way through the guests, but his brain completely short circuits when the plug switches modes again, and he all but whimpers as it goes back to the first, earning him a concerned look from Martha, and a sceptic one from Philip as Henry tries to school his features into something a little more neutral again.

He'll admit that he's... been missing Alex a lot recently. More than normal. And knowing that he would get to see him tonight, perhaps he'd gotten a little... excited. A little bold. Wanted to make this very long night work for them. And it's not that he regrets it exactly, but maybe this wasn't the best --- oh.

the Prince's knees buckle a little and thank God there's a table behind him because he can rest a hand on it and look... somewhat normal as the plug changes mode again, practically massaging Henry's insides. He just about has the brainpower to pull out his mobile and text Alex shakily.

[Henry > Alex ] Can we go somewhere private, please?

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Alex can SEE Henry trembling, and it seems like the vibrator is getting pretty intense. Normally he wouldn't have done anything like this without familiarizing himself with the toy, but Henry had been the one to slip the remote to him, and that had been all Alex had needed as confirmation to go ahead.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he glances down at the message, lips curving into a slight smirk.

( text ;; baby ): Oh, I'm sorry. I'm currently engaged in a very important conversation. I'm afraid you'll have to wait.

He sends the text back and reaches into his pocket once more, setting the vibrating back to the FIRST number to tide Henry over, before going back to the, quite, boring conversation he's having.

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He doesn't think he's ever reached for his phone so fast and Henry takes a long, slow breath as the vibrator returns to the first setting, able to school his features into something more neutral as Philip crowds his space, hissing at him to behave, Henry! His brother knows him too well by now - even if he doesn't know what is going down (thank God) he knows something is, and its something to do with Alex... although this had been Henry's idea.

The Prince slinks to rest against a wall, taking a slow breath, eyes finding Alex again, pulling his lower lip in his teeth and nibbling on it as he texts back.

(Henry > Alex) Please? (Henry > Alex) I may have made the mistake of not wearing underwear. And didn't check the settings before I gave you the remote. I'm not above begging.