#rmd drabbles

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@welcometololaland sent me this yesterday and we got to chatting

and my latent drabble tendency reappeared in a firstprince flavour and I thought I’d share it with y’all:

Alex kneels in front of Henry.

“Love, after the dinner you made for us, I’m going to need a minute before we do that.”

“Fuck off. I’m trying to propose to you, dickhead.”

Henry arches a brow. “Traditionally, one kneels on one knee for that, not both.”

“This is my fucking proposal, sweetheart, so shut the fuck up. Respectfully.”

“Wow, with a proposal like this, how could I possibly refuse.”

Alex rolls his eyes. “Are you going to shut up?”

Mirth dances across Henry’s face, his eyes softening before the glint returns.

“I’m positively weeping with emotion, do go on.”

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16 and firstprince from your prompt list? ❤️🫠 hehe

16. resting their hand on the other's thigh, slowly stroking it

“Alex.”

Alex smiles innocently. There’s a beat, and then he starts again. His fingers flex lightly before he starts stroking his pinky up and down the seam of Henry’s trousers.

“Alex. I’m driving.”

“It’s not my fault that my boyfriend looks super fucking hot when he’s driving.” His hand creeps higher up Henry’s thigh.

“You’re a complete reprobate.” Alex’s finger sweeps upwards, dangerously high. When Henry chances a glance at him, Alex bats his eyelashes. “No.”

“I didn’t ask you anything.”

“You didn’t have to. I’m not changing my stance on what you so elegantly referred to as ‘road head’.”

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the intimate moments list was made for henry and alex!!! when you feel like it, #1 or #11 please. thank you!!

whoever you are, nonnie, I hope you see this!

1. hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other's shoulder / 11.  pressing a kiss onto the other's hair

He shuffles into the kitchen to find Henry standing at the stove. Sliding his hands around his waist, Alex presses a kiss to the back of Henry’s head. “Pancakes?”

“Pancakes,” Henry confirms as Alex hums happily into his back. Henry may not be the greatest cook, but he’s perfected pancakes.

“Coffee?” 

“It’s behind you, love. Single words only? Things must be dire.” 

Alex pulls his head away from Henry’s shoulder and finds his favourite mug on the counter, steam rising. He grabs it and takes a sip. “Love you.”

“I don’t know if you’re talking to me or the coffee.”

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#6 for firstprince and the intimate moments prompts! Good luck shaking your words loose!

God, this is so far overdue it's really rather embarrassing, but here we are. I'm doing the rest of these as drabbles in an effort to actually do them and remind myself that writing is a thing that I can do instead of just staring at them.

6. playing with the other's hair

The late afternoon sun is warm on Alex’s skin, Henry’s chest solid as it rises and falls beneath his head; it’s quiet, just the rhythmic lapping of the water below the dock and the gentle sensation of Henry’s fingers carding through his hair.

It’s not often that Alex is still, but Henry’s fingers – so adept at wringing all kinds of pleasure out of Alex’s body – are working some kind of magic spell over him as they lay on the dock. He feels relaxed, calm, his million miles an hour brain slowed and focusing just on this moment. 

He’s in love.

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Tarlos #21 please!!! <3333 🍋

Sorry this has taken so long, Lemon! I’ve been doing these prompts as drabbles to try and get them done!

21. cuddling in the first morning light

Carlos snorts softly when he sees that TK has migrated onto the edge of Carlos’ pillow, arm outstretched as if he was looking for Carlos. It’s not an uncommon sight; it makes Carlos’ heart thump a little harder every time.

He lifts TK’s arm gently, sliding back into bed, intending to read until TK wakes. TK snuggles into his hip, arm slung across Carlos’ thighs.

He’s distracted though, by the soft morning light dancing across TK’s skin, by TK’s hair tickling his bare belly.

TK kisses his hip, his thigh then looks up at Carlos through his lashes.

“Hi baby.”

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15 for Tarlos 💜💜

sorry for the delay, Anne! You've probably forgotten you even sent me this prompt 🙈

15. absentmindedly massaging each other

Carlos nuzzles TK’s hand, not unlike Buttercup when he wants a pat. “Mm, don’t stop.”

TK looks down, puzzled until he realises that he’d been carding his fingers through Carlos’ hair. He hadn’t noticed he was doing it, too engrossed in the movie while Carlos was half-asleep in his lap. Carlos rolls onto his belly, pressing a kiss to the bare skin above TK’s knee. 

“More please,” he mumbles.

TK obliges, because he can’t say no to his husband, raking his fingers through soft curls gently before applying more pressure to his scalp as Carlos hums happily against his leg.

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Word and a pairing:

Alex/Henry, public transit

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get to this! Here's a tiny drabble AU for you:

There are plenty of things to dislike about the London public transit system, but Henry’s regular commute does have its benefits. Every day Henry sits on the bus and watches it fill up until the beautiful man gets on. Inevitably, the bus is full and Henry is greeted with the spectacular view of the man’s arse at eye level. A daily treat. It never occurs to Henry to do anything more than enjoy the view. Until one day, the driver brakes particularly forcefully and Henry finds himself with a lapful of the beautiful, curly-haired man. “Well, hello sweetheart,” he drawls.

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Rae, First Prince please and random noun trainer?

Meesh! It’s been so long you’ve probably forgotten you sent this! Have a little gym meet cute:

Alex’s plans to ask Darcie out later fly out of his head the second he sees him. Darcie was June’s trainer and she’s stunning – blonde, legs forever, a wicked smile. And she’s as big a flirt as Alex is.

Except now, Alex’s mind is no thoughts, head empty just the hottest man he’s ever seen standing in front of the free weights. Blonde, legs forever, a wicked smile.

So, when Alex sees him hike his shorts up his legs before straddling the bench, revealing those fucking thighs, well.

“Need a spot, sweetheart?”

Blue eyes meet his. “It’s Henry, actually.”

“Alex.”