Philip discovers he’s not offended by Henry blatantly stroking Alex’s praise kink — especially when Henry is praising what Alex is wearing beneath his Gucci suit.
WELL HERE YA GO IT'S MORE 3SOME FIC
this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather
under the cut foe incest-y firstprinceS smut!!! HEED THE TAGS!!!!
Philip didn’t mean to stumble upon them. He knows they need time alone, moments that don’t always require all three of them to be together. He pauses at the doorway, ready to turn around and give them their space, but something keeps him rooted. Henry’s voice filters through the room, low and rich with praise, directed at Alex. It's not unusual for Henry to feed Alex’s praise kink, though it’s not usually Philip’s thing. But this time, the words catch his attention.
Apparently, beneath Alex’s perfectly tailored Gucci suit, he’s wearing something special. Philip’s curiosity is peaked. The thought of Alex in one of those lace or satin pairs he’s come to love tugs at his imagination. It’s an image Philip is all too familiar with—and a weakness of his. There’s something intoxicating about the way delicate fabric clings to Alex’s cock perfectly, the way he always picks the perfect color to contrast against his skin, leaving him looking utterly divine.
Philip tries to step back, giving them their private moment, but the floorboard betrays him with a soft creak.
Alex’s head tilts slightly in his direction, eyes gleaming as he lifts a finger and beckons. “Pip, you may as well join us, and stop running away.”
Philip’s breath hitches, the playful challenge in Alex’s voice wrapping around him. He steps into the room, walking toward the pair lounging against the back of the sofa. Alex’s lips catch his in a kiss, warm and deep, pulling him in with an all-encompassing fervor. Philip melts into it, feeling the heat rise between them.
Behind Alex, Henry is already at work, hands deft as he tugs the jacket and undone shirt from Alex’s body, tossing them carelessly over the sofa. In one smooth motion, he finishes unzipping Alex’s trousers, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room. When Philip pulls back from the kiss, his gaze drops, and there it is—lavender lace clinging tightly to Alex’s erection.
Philip’s fingers ghost over the fabric, feeling Alex’s cock twitch beneath the thin material, the wetness of pre-come already pooling against the lace. His breath catches in his throat. He’s always been a sucker for the way lace hugs Alex, the sight of it, the feel of it, and now he’s on his knees, looking up to see Henry nibbling at Alex’s neck, teasing his nipples with practiced hands.
Philip presses his face against Alex’s cock, nuzzling the lace and inhaling the scent of him. Alex groans, a low, needy sound that shoots straight through Philip. With a slow, deliberate movement, Philip pulls the lace down, sliding it under Alex’s balls, freeing his hard length. Without hesitation, Philip takes him into his mouth, setting a rhythm he knows will drive Alex wild, his lips sliding over the head, tongue swirling expertly.
Above him, Henry’s fingers pinch and tug at Alex’s nipples, his mouth leaving trails of kisses along Alex’s neck, and it’s all too much for Alex. Philip feels the familiar tension, the way Alex’s body tightens in anticipation. With a shout, Alex comes, his cock pulsing as he spills into Philip’s mouth. Philip swallows, savoring the taste, relishing the way Alex’s body shudders beneath him.
Alex pulls him up, their mouths meeting again in a fierce kiss, tongues battling for dominance. The taste of Alex still lingers on Philip’s tongue, and he revels in the warmth of the kiss, the connection between them electric.
But then Alex breaks away, turning to capture Henry’s lips in a kiss. Philip watches as their tongues glide against each other, teeth catching on swollen lips, the heat between them palpable. And in that moment, Philip can’t help but think how perfect the two of them are. How this—the three of them—feels like something that fits, something that complete them all in ways he didn’t expect—for now.
alright kiddies let's do this shall we - it's wednesday and well the only wip i have stuff worth sharing y'all haven't seen is - you guessed it the 5+1 smutty incestiness one lolz
under the cut lies henry/alex/philip and some no-rpressure tags but open tag to anyone who wants it (and i may have forgotten some who knows it's late and my brain has been very fried post-vacay)
Alex is leaning over the edge of the bed, kissing his way up Philip’s chest, nipping at the skin with his teeth, soothing it with his tongue. Marks from last night still mark a path along his ribs, showing where Alex had been, laying his claim for the weekend. Henry, at his back and kissing his neck, whispers into his ear, “Look how he lets you do that, make your mark all over him. He’s never let the others do that. Always stopped them from claiming him in any way. He lets you, though; in fact, the way he allows you to mark him up is almost like he wants you to, like he wants the reminder you were there.”
Alex moans and is surprised he doesn’t come right then and there. Henry knows all his buttons to push. The idea of marking the future king is such a fuckin’ power trip. He never realized how much he craved power until Henry and he started this thing between them and Philip. Now, getting to have the future king under him, in some way, was a semi-regular occurrence, and it not only got him going, but he knew that Henry got off on seeing that side of him.
Philip squirms beneath Alex as he latches onto a nipple, sucking hard and then working it with his tongue and teeth. The moan that falls from Philip’s lips has Alex smiling, laving more attention on the hard bud Philip’s nipple has become.
ok so tag ur it!! @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @caterpills
so scheduling this since the vacay thing is a thing that sucks all my time up and i'm gonna post some more of this smutty 3some 5+1
and thanks to @typicalopposite & @duchessdepolignaca03 for sneaking in an early tag (i got home in time to fix this lolz)
once again it's under the cut for henry/alex/philip smut
Philip motions with his head, and Alex walks over to him; when he gets close enough, Pip pulls him in, and this time, Henry gets to view the hug with claiming hand on Alex’s arse. Alex has a nice arse, no matter what, but something about a future king’s hand on it, as if claiming it for England, makes it look even nicer. Henry walks over to them and motions toward the door. It’s then that Pip realizes what Henry’s done, that he’s given them one more time before he leaves, and it’s just Alex and Henry. But, also, a chance to do this thing that so many would turn up their noses at, at the very least, here in Buckingham while the queen is away.
Henry follows as Philip guides Alex into the room, and Henry shuts and locks the door behind them, hitting the button on the wall for the shades that completely block out the outside world. At that moment, Alex realizes what is going on. “Wait, I thought Pip had a meeting, and we were just popping over here to say ‘bye’ since he heads out tonight.”
“It seems that dear Henry has been sneaky and scheduled us a longer goodbye.”
“Oh, well then.” Alex turns and captures Philip’s lips with his own, and the moan that escapes Alex when Philp pulls him closer has Henry’s cock twitching in anticipation.
tag ur it! @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @caterpills
thanks for the tags @blueeyedgrlwrites & @tailsbeth-writes
The game is simple: post photos of an outfit worn in your WIP, and ask your followers to guess which character wears it!
so my current WIP is very smutty 3some fic and well it was hard to remember moments they had clothes on well other than something from the last scene i was writing in it lolz - so wracked my brain skimmed my doc and this is what i came up with lolz
so yeah that lil black thing is from the last scene i worked on well with a pair of joggers around his ankle for a little something extra lolz
so open tag - If you feel so inclined, post pictures of what your characters are wearing in your latest WIP and challenge your followers to guess who's wearing it.
& some no-pressure tags to @adreamareads @typicalopposite @sparklepocalypse @duchessdepolignaca03 @priincebutt
alright luv ur the last of this week's ficlets cuz I needed to make sure this was what it needed to be (since it's gonna link up with the big thing I'm working on)
WARNING: below this line lies implied future and past incestual activity of the brothers sharing boys variety - we're gonna call it afoxcest (alex and the fox bros) (superior to wincest) or FirstprinceS - we'll see - but if you do not or can not read this bcuz of that do us all a favor and scroll right by!!!
Philip is, quite frankly, fucked, he’ll admit it; Martha is laughing at him this morning when he has her over for breakfast to discuss how perfect Alex could be for Henry. Of course, she immediately realizes that Philip also thinks Alex is perfect. He isn’t even going to bother attempting to convince her that isn’t the case. She knows him as well as he knows her. They don’t have any secrets.
“I just need to hope Henry was his ‘impressing foreign boys’ self and not his ‘pissing the foreign boys off with his inability to be functional’ self.”
“Pip, that’s not fair; you know he’s struggling since your dad’s death. I know you’ve tried to help, but your Gran is a lot, and Henry has been getting the worst of it since then. Even if he has messed up, as we both know is possible your Gran was being a right shit forcing him so many places lately. You’ll just have to help him fix that. If you are truly convinced Alex is so perfect for him, or more, you’ll need to have a plan.”
How she never batted an eye when she found out that Henry and Philip have occasionally shared a man between them made him realize even more how lucky he was to have fallen in love with Martha. It’s not a thing they do often, less than they would like, but it’s not like they can find any random person. Their father’s illness did not make things easier in that regard. Besides dealing with the fact they may lose him, the person who helped their mother know who she was. He held their family together, and when he got sick, Philip watched their grandmother creep into more of their lives. He and Martha have attempted to divert as much of that attention off the rest of his family as they can by appearing to fall in line, but it has not been as successful as he would like it to be.
Philip is brought out of his thoughts when Martha clears her throat and realizes he’s been staring at the table. There, he has the paper sprawled out, the picture of Henry and Alex at the diving competition that some photographer has snapped. Alex appears to be walking toward Henry with a smile that would make kings send armies to battle for him. Philip hopes it went well. He’ll find out soon; if not, he’ll help Henry fix it.
That afternoon, when Henry returns, Philip finds him in the music room at Kensington. He plops down the paper on the table next to him, and Henry looks up, startled, almost as if he’s expecting a reprimand. He instantly knows something must have gone wrong and hopes it’s fixable. He kneels in front of Henry, pulling his hands in his to comfort him, “What happened, Henry?”
“He's so beautiful, Pip,” the small, almost smile that tugs at Henry’s lips is sad, “But I’m certain I mucked it up beyond repair.” Philip gets up and pulls Henry to the nearby sofa, letting him tell him all the details, and starts thinking about what he needs to do to fix this and who he needs to contact to find out more about Mr. Claremont-Diaz. Henry begins to sob into Philip's shoulder. He soothes him, letting him fall asleep against him like their father used to do for all of them.
this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather, they'll all be there as they get written
