okay i'm gonna attempt to be better at doing these again so thanks for the tags @beefybisexualrozanov & @dizzymisslizzie
today we are going with a lil game changers/heated rivalry Scott/Kip snip of one of my things for the 12 days (game changer and heated rivalry) event
The air has gone thick, slow, honey-warm with everything they have said and everything they haven’t yet. Scott kisses him again, deep and slow with his thumb stroking the hinge of his jaw, and when he pulls away, he sounds like he’s been scraped raw with want.
“Can I fuck you?”
It’s barely a question. Barely a sound. But Kip gasps at it like he’s been waiting, like they both have known exactly where this night was going to end.
“Yes. Please.”
The please is what undoes Scott.
He stands with Kip still in his arms, Kip’s arms wrapped around his neck. Kip laughs, breath buzzing against Scott’s throat like a soft vibration, like joy. He carries Kip down the hallway, both of them only half-thinking with the heavy weight of what’s to come. Bedroom light off. Sheets cool, faintly crisp, waiting.
Scott sets him down on the bed, and Kip spreads open without waiting, eyes glassy from kissing and need.
Scott eases. Slow. He wants to remember this. He wants Kip to feel fucking treasured.
He mouths along his throat, slow, then lower, tasting skin and warm from beneath his lips. He licks at his collarbone, pauses at the hollow of his chest, and feels the ragged hitch in his breathing. His hands follow ribs, waist, hipbones, tracing as if he’s committing coordinates to memory.
and double dipping today with a lil RWRB (cuz i have so much to post lolz) smut under the cut that i need to post at some point lolz and tags of course
When Alex’s hand joins his, the contrast is electric. Larger fingers sliding in alongside Henry’s own, moving in a careful, unhurried rhythm. Alex is thorough—curling and scissoring just right, watching closely for every change in Henry’s breath, every small shift of his hips. It makes Henry’s thighs tense around Alex’s ribs, his head tips back, a soft noise spilling out before he can catch it.
The third finger feels decadent, stretching him until his toes curl, his spine arching in a shiver that rolls all the way up to his throat. He pulls Alex’s hand free, not because he wants less, but because he wants different.
He slicks Alex’s cock with the same careful thoroughness, his hand slow and steady, coating every inch before positioning himself above him. The first push down is glacial—Henry sinking inch by inch, the stretch and heat drawing a quiet gasp from him as he takes Alex fully. He doesn’t move right away, instead resting there, hands braced on Alex’s chest, breathing through the fullness.
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Thank you for the tags over the past week, @onthewaytosomewhere @sophie1973 and @run-for-chamo-miles! Here's a snippet from the next chapter of 'what would it look like if we stepped into the sunlight?', which will be posted on Tuesday!
"You should have texted," Alex said. "We could have at least kept each other company."
"Your mother has been very gracious," Henry said. "The last thing I wish to do is repay that by encouraging bad habits she's trying to discourage in you."
"Hey, what happens in my bedroom at night is none of my mother's--" As Henry choked on his tea, Alex replayed the words in his head, then said, "Yeah, okay, sorry, I hear that now," ducking his head and laughing.
When Alex looked up again, Henry was staring down into his tea. "So was it the regular garden variety insomnia?" Alex asked. "Or is something in particular keeping you up?"
Henry took a sip of his tea, eyes flitting between his cup, Alex's face, the wall, all over the room, as he said, "It's suddenly so real. I mean this," he gestured between himself and Alex, "this is really happening."
Alex nodded, taking a drink before he said, "You know you can still back out, right? I mean…what Mary is trying to force you into is horrible. But…I don't want this to just be a different cage. It is your choice."
"I know," Henry said quietly, eyes firmly on his tea. "I chose this. And I still choose it. It's not a cage," he said, meeting Alex's gaze at last as he added, "it's a key to the door."
"Good," Alex said. "I'm glad."
No pressure tags to @porcelainmortal @anincompletelist @andrea-lyn @priincebutt @thesleepyskipper
Just a heads up, I didn't intend to do a rewrite of the movie when I started this but there are some scenes I simply could not live without, so I hope y'all don't mind a bit of that <;.<
I need to get out of here.
Alex sighed, peering at the words. Soulmates seemed too constricting. And what were these? Words shouted at a bar, over pumping music? The panicking of someone disappointed in him? Nah. He didn’t want to be tied down, especially to someone who didn’t want him. The girl from his night out smiled up at him, her soft hand guiding his face into a slow kiss. He hadn’t caught her name, but she was cute. Would he really have to give this up one day, his freedom? What if it wasn’t worth it? Alex kissed her back and slipped off the couch, settling on his knees before her. Oh well. He had his whole life ahead of him, didn’t he? It wasn’t like he was going to meet his soulmate at the party tonight. There was time.
At the party, the words began to glow blue.
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Do you think anyone noticed?
Odd words for a soulmate, Henry mused, running his thumb over the phrase that curled along his skin. It was never first words, not like in the stories - the tooth-achingly sweet movies he loved always played with the rules of the world. In reality, it was a phrase that altered the course of destiny. Soulmates, whether platonic, polyamorous, or romantic, always found each other. That’s what his father said. As he dressed for Phillip’s wedding he couldn’t shake the longing to find his other half. Did fate accept queer pairings? Would his be a lifelong friend instead? He had no answers, and soon the words were covered by the stiff white sleeve of his shirt. Out of sight and hopefully out of mind. It was his brother’s big day, after all. His anxieties could wait.
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Cake covered every inch of them, frosting and crumbs scattered over the palace carpet. Henry’s anger and shame threatened to swallow him as he looked over at Alex. Everyone stared. He could hear the sounds of mobiles sliding from pockets and purses, drowned out swiftly by the murmurs of the crowd. The American had done the unthinkable - ruined a royal wedding almost single-handedly. Before he could speak Alex turned to him and raised his dark brows.
“Do you think anyone noticed?”
Oh, bollocks. Not him. Anyone but Alex Claremont-Diaz. His blood pounded in his ears and he struggled to find words, amazed at the sheer gall of the man beside him.
Henry rose to his knees and flung the cake off his arms, barely fighting back a scowl. Everything was wrong. It couldn’t possibly get worse! At least Alex would be going back to the United States, faster than if he hadn’t just destroyed a seventy-five thousand pound cake at Prince Phillip’s wedding reception. Even if it was meant to be platonic, he couldn’t stand him. Fate could go fuck itself, he thought, kneeling in the confectionary carnage. He refused, absolutely refused, to get tangled up with Alex.
As he cleaned cake off himself that night, the words began to glow red.
————-
The PR tour was going to be a nightmare. Working with Henry was like pulling teeth. It had been years since the first big rejection, when Henry was rude to him at the Climate Conference, but it still stung. Maybe more than it should, but Alex would never admit that aloud. It was normal. Perfectly normal. He prided himself on his affability, and that pride had been wounded.
And he dwelled on it for years.
His mind went back to that original slight as he collapsed into a cleaning closet with Henry, limbs tangled as they struggled to separate.
“Get your hands off of me!” Henry huffed. Alex was more than happy to oblige. He struggled until he lay with his back pressed against Henry’s side, trying not to dwell on the warmth of his body or the scent of his skin so close. It was strange… different. Was he a Beta? It would make sense, Alex supposed - careful breeding for centuries to stamp out the baser urges of Alphas and Omegas.
“- and why don’t you like me?”
Fuck. He hadn’t been listening. Alex wriggled and turned as best he could, grunting and shifting until he was facing Henry in the cramped space.
“Climate Conference in Melbourne. First night party. I went to introduce myself to you and you looked at me like I had head lice. Then, you turned to your equerry and said ‘Get me out of here’.”
“… I didn’t realize you’d heard that,” Henry replied, casting his eyes down.
“So you do admit that’s a douchey thing to say.”
“I could have been nicer.”
Alex didn’t quite know how to take that. He shifted away, elbow knocking into a bucket as he adjusted his position once more.
“Alright, what else?” Henry asked. “It couldn’t have just been the conference.”
A sheepish look from Alex answered Henry’s question.
“Oh my god, it is!” he laughed. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Don’t minimize it!”
“How could I possibly? It’s already as minimal as it gets! Are you seriously telling me that one meeting, years ago - in which, yes, I admittedly acted ungenerously toward you - has occupied such a vast mental and emotional space in your head?”
“Sure, when you put it like that,” Alex bit back. “But it was my first foray into the world as a public figure, and I was really scared, and you could’ve helped me and you didn’t.”
Henry was quiet a moment. He let Alex’s words settle, considering them, and loosed a quiet sigh.
“You’re right. I’m sorry I was a prick to you. I… It’s no excuse, but I was a prick to everyone in those days. My father had died a few months before and the palace insisted on parading me around. For the record,” he added, chuckling as he spoke, “I didn’t say ‘get me out of here’. I said ‘I need to get out of here’, which is a different thing entirely.”
Alex pushed himself up to a sitting position, his shoulder half-crushing Henry’s arm as he readjusted yet again.
“No. No, you didn’t. That can’t be right.”
“It is,” Henry assured him. “It was -“
Before he could finish Alex shoved his sleeve up and pushed his arm into Henry’s vision.
I need to get out of here.
Henry tried to look shocked, lips parted, brows raised - Alex couldn’t tell he was faking. He was too distraught.
“You?! You’re my soulmate?”
Brooms and bottles clacked and fell around them as he struggled to crawl away from the Prince.
“No. Nope. I’m not doing this.”
Amy opened the door to give them the all clear and Alex pushed himself out with all the grace of a newborn deer. He reached out and pulled Henry to his feet, very pointedly not making eye contact.
“Everything alright?” Amy asked, glancing between them.
Alex pulled his sleeve down quickly.
“It’s fine. We’re fine. Are we done now? I really should be getting back.”
Prince Henry. And they’d been tied together for years without Alex knowing. It wasn’t fair. Maybe he didn’t have words Alex said on him. Maybe it was one-sided. Or platonic! It wasn’t the end of the world. Not yet. Not for certain.
———
Outside, they shook hands once more for the camera, smiling a little awkwardly.
“Can I ask you something?” Alex said quietly.
“I suppose.”
“What are your words, y’know? Have you met the person who said them already?”
“Unfortunately,” Henry answered, sighing. He took a second to tug his own sleeve up.
Do you think anyone noticed?
The words pulsed with purple energy.
“Has it done that before?”
“… No,” he admitted. “It was red before today.”
Alex knew what he’d find when he took his jacket off. The same hue. They were together for the first time since their utterances. It was fate. Soulmates.
“Well. I need to get out of here,” Alex said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Until next time, your majesty.” Without looking back he climbed into the waiting car. This was something for Tomorrow Alex - or maybe Month Ahead Alex - to deal with. Not Now Alex. What Now Alex needed was a drink.
———
Unbeknownst to them both, several pictures of Henry’s words were captured before they went their separate ways. The blended hues could only mean Henry was in the presence of his soulmate, and he’d spent the entire day beside Alex Claremont-Diaz. The Daily Mail ran with the photos first, outing Henry with their usual vicious malice, and the tabloids gushed about the dreamy pair.
A few days after the articles began, Alex received a strange text.
Have you heard the good news? We already have a pup on the way.
He stared in horror at his phone. He always used protection, he wasn’t a complete idiot. Before he could reply, another text popped up - this time with a link to a Daily Mail article about the supposed pup.
This is Henry, by the way.
A little bitmoji Prince followed.
Rolling his eyes, the scare over, Alex replied.
How did you get this number?
MI6. (Not joking)
Alex added the number to his phone and flipped it face down. He was working on a paper he needed to finish by the weekend; he couldn’t be bothered to entertain a Prince.
Ten minutes later he grabbed it and typed out another message.
My phrase is purple too. What do you think it means?
That we’re inextricably bound by fate to be Something™️. I’m just not sure of what.
“Yeah, me either,” Alex sighed. He ran a hand through his dark curls, trying to ignore the faint glow of the words on his arm.
Come to my New Year’s party? Maybe we can figure it out there. It’s already out in the open. We might as well embrace it.
I hate New Year’s.
I know people who would kill to be at one of my parties.
It’s settled then - kill me and I won’t have to go.
“Ass,” Alex snorted. He shook his head, a small smile on his lips, and put the phone back down. Focus. He needed to focus.
———
Are you an Omega?
It was a bit blunt, but Alex was never really one to beat around the bush.
What a scandalous question!
The article said there was ‘speculation’! I’m just curious!
It’s… complicated. I am, but a member of the royal house cannot be ‘unseemly’. I take hormones to control my heats and change my scent in public.
What’s that like? The medication?
I get cramps instead of going into full heat. It’s not awful. It’d be worse without. Being alone, feeling that ache again? No, once was enough for me, thank you.
Don’t you wanna ask about me?
Sweetheart, I could smell you upwind. I know you’re a big bad Alpha. Dangerous for us, isn’t it? We’ll have to use protection.
What makes you think we’re going that far? 😂
I just meant in public. Shaking hands is enough to get me pregnant, according to the Mail. Bring your gloves next time! We can’t afford the scandal!
———
Alex’s days were filled with texts and calls to Henry. They talked when Henry woke up, when Alex went to bed, any moment they could catch together. God help him, Alex found himself enjoying Henry’s company. As autumn faded into winter and he began to cement the plans for his New Year’s party, he continued to pester Henry about coming.
I still don’t know, Alex. You’ll be the only person I know at the party.
Not true! Nora will be there!
Well, I do have someone who wants to meet her… I’ll consider it. Really hard. I promise.
You better. How awkward would it be if my party wasn’t cool enough for my soulmate? I’d be a laughingstock.
Right, we wouldn’t want to damage your precious reputation as a party boy, would we?
Not a party boy. The party boy, thank you.
My apologies, Mr. Claremont-Diaz. The party boy.
Apology accepted.
New Year’s Eve, the tent on the White House lawn was packed with a veritable who’s who of young celebrities. Politician’s children, actors, musicians, influencers, even Alex’s college friends visiting on his dime. He wanted it to be a fun, safe space for people from all walks of life to celebrate and get shitfaced - and maybe make some memories. Nora led him through the crowd, and as he greeted the throng his eyes fell on a familiar face.
Henry hadn’t stood him up.
As Henry introduced his friend Percy to Nora, Alex waited patiently for them to finish. The two slipped off to the bar and Alex threw his arm around Henry’s neck.
“I’ve been drunk since Christmas. You gotta catch up!”
He bought him a bottle of champagne from the bar and guided him over to one of the sofas they had set up for people to rest on. Alex’s excitement was palpable as he chatted with Henry, laughing and encouraging him to drink. They were sitting close, close enough that even with the crowd’s cloying scents mixing and filling the tent around them he could smell Henry’s hormones - as if he were keyed into his particular aroma. The sleeve of his iridescent jacket covered his mark, but it burned against his skin.
One of the guests sat beside him and coaxed him to come dance. Alex wasn’t one to say no, especially at a party he was hosting, so he stood and took her hand.
“I’ll be back!” He said with a smile.
Henry’s disappointment was clear, but Alex was too charged up by the celebrations to notice. He danced with the woman for a few songs, smiling at her but keeping a safe distance between them. He longed to go back to Henry; when he looked toward the sofa, however, Henry wasn’t there.
Alex excused himself and went searching for him. He found Henry sitting at the bar still nursing his champagne.
“Come dance with me!”
“Ballroom lessons didn’t exactly cover this,” Henry admitted.
“It’s all in the hips! You just gotta loosen up!”
Alex took hold of his hips and started to sway. At first Henry was reticent, stiff and shy, but soon he relaxed and started trying to match Alex’s fluid movements. Alex pulled him toward the crowd. All eyes were on them as they danced, Alex clearly an expert and Henry pressed against him with the bottle in his hand.
It felt right. It felt electric. Alex gazed into his eyes, dimples clear as he grinned, and he slipped an arm around Henry’s waist to hold his body flush against him. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was the pull of fate bringing them together - but whatever it was, Alex wanted Henry in a way he’d never experienced.
“Ten seconds til midnight!” The DJ called. Everyone stopped dancing to count down.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One…
Before he could object, one of the women from the crowd pulled Alex into a quick kiss. When she let go another did the same. Alex laughed, his cheeks flushed. He started to turn -
Henry grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him into a deep, heated kiss. A soft growl slipped from his throat as he gripped Alex’s hair. Alex melted against him, holding him as if the world would fall away if he let go. Heart pounding, he chased the kiss as everyone cheered for them. Henry filled his thoughts, his blood raced in his veins, and Alex grabbed his ass and pulled his hips against his.
More. He wanted more.
Henry broke away first, panting, his forehead resting against Alex’s.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t be. I - “
Before Alex could finish Henry pulled away and ducked into the crowd. He disappeared as Alex struggled to move through the people patting his back and congratulating him. After all, not only had he just come out in the most public way imaginable, he’d done so with his soulmate - answering a question no one dared ask him.
Would he pursue their bond?
———
Hey, can we talk?
Henry. C’mon.
Are you alive?
I am.
Not up to conversation?
Alex, I made an ass of myself at your party. Can I not be embarrassed in peace?
Absolutely not.
What did you want to talk about?
Well, that kiss, first of all.
It was unbecoming of me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous.
Unbecoming? It was hot, Henry. I haven’t been kissed like that in a long time.
Neither have I.
So you did do some kissing before we found each other?
I don’t kiss and tell, darling. Not unless you ask very nicely.
I’ll tell you about the guys I’ve been with if you tell me about the times you hooked up.
You don’t have the time, and I don’t have an NDA on me.
Spoilsport.
… How many?
Two. Once in high school, and once… Once, with Miguel Ramos. We were on the campaign trail, and drunk, in a hot tub, fully naked…
Should I be as jealous as I am?
I have a feeling he wants me back in that hot tub, but it’s not gonna happen.
May I ask why?
I hate that he uses me as a source even if we’re just hanging out, for one. And for another, I kind of found someone I’m interested in.
Oh? Who’s that?
Some rich white boy.
Is he handsome?
I think he’s the reason faces were invented.
Oh. That’s… high praise? I think?
It is.
Good.
… Why were you jealous, at the party?
Because. You’re mine. I didn’t like seeing those women claim your kiss. It wasn’t theirs to claim.
You’re a lot different than I expected.
For a royal.
And for an Omega.
I’m flattered, Alex. Glad you think of me as a person and not an enemy now.
I wouldn’t go that far, Your Majesty.
It’s ‘Your Royal Highness.
Well excuse me, Prince. Your Royal Highness.
Apology accepted.
I didn’t apologize!
Might as well have.
You are so annoying!
You’re stuck with me. 😘
Alex snorted and set his phone aside. He supposed he was. There were worse people he could be stuck with. Someone who was a worse kisser, for example.
When will I see you next?
Why don’t you ask me out properly?
Fine. Henry, will you be my guest for the state dinner in February?
I would be delighted.
Alex grinned and lay back on his bed, fingers poised over the keyboard. A date, with the Prince of England. Who he’d kissed a month before.
His soulmate.
In public, in front of his mother and the Prime Minister, and all the journalists who would be there to cover the event.
I can’t wait to see you again.
Careful. Keep talking to me like that and I’ll think you like me.
God forbid.
———
As soon as Alex saw Henry he knew he had to get him alone. A quick request to Amy was all it took to slip away, into the Red Room where they could meet in private. Alex wasn’t sure what he planned to say to him, but he knew he wanted to greet him away from prying eyes. After so long apart he just wanted to be around him, to take in his scent and feel him close.
Was that part of being soulmates? That ache that grew the longer they were separated? He hated it, regardless of the source.
Henry entered the room and Alex stopped breathing. He didn’t think. There was no hesitation.
“I wanted to -“
“Shut up. Stop talking.”
Alex crossed the distance to him and kissed him, cupping his face, drinking in the scent of Henry. His skin, his cologne, the shampoo, the stilted scent of Beta hormones. It overwhelmed him. He guided Henry to the closest bookshelf and pressed him against it, starving for attention. Heat coursed through Alex as he grinded his hips against him. Growling, he rutted against Henry, squeezing his thigh and guiding it over his hip.
Pleasure sparked as they moved, Henry pushing back against him, just as desperate to chase it. His hands tugged at Alex’s hair. Fuck, just a little more contact and he’d be painting the inside of his pants -
“Okay, time’s - Oh my god!”
Amy ducked back out of the room and pulled the door shut behind her.
They pushed apart immediately, Alex studying a plant and Henry pointing an awkward finger at books on the next shelf over. There was no way it looked convincing, but they stayed like that for a moment until they were sure the coast was clear.
“Fuck,” Alex laughed, glancing at the door. “We better get back.” He cleared his throat and tugged on his pant leg, trying to hide his arousal. “I’m gonna need a moment.”
“I suppose I’m lucky in that regard,” Henry replied, leaning against the wall. “I’ll go out first.”
“We leave together. Everyone already knows about us, right? There’s no harm in walking back to the dining room. What are they gonna do, start a rumor we’re together?”
“You make a compelling argument. We’ll leave when you’ve got this under control,” Henry teased, gently cupping Alex’s cock through his pants.
“Oh, don’t you dare.”
———
All eyes turned to them as they rejoined the guests, and both men smiled and waved as if nothing had happened between them. The violet glow of their marks peeked out from beneath their sleeves. Cameras flashed around them as they made their way to the heart of the hall.
“Are you still…”
“Like the Thames.”
“Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do.”
“Yes. Tell me.”
“You’re going to stay at least five hundred feet away from me for the rest of the night.”
“Sensible plan.”
“I’m not done,” Alex said firmly.
“Of course you’re not,” Henry sighed.
“Then, at midnight, you’re going to come to my room on the second floor of the residence where I’m going to do some very. Bad. Things to you.”
Alex adjusted his jacket and walked away, leaving Henry staring heavy-lidded in awe after him.
———
A knock roused Alex from undressing. Tie undone and hanging around his shoulders, he answered the door with a smirk. Henry stood outside, his gaze heavy.
“You’re late,” Alex quipped, and tried to close the door on him. Henry pushed it open and grabbed Alex, pulling him into a hungry kiss. He backed him towards the sofa, unbuttoning his shirt with deft skill. Moaning, Alex chased his lips, letting Henry lead until he could sit down on the back of the sofa. His shirt hung open, exposing his muscular chest and stomach to Henry’s eager hands. Soft fingers danced along the curves of his abdomen. He let out a possessive growl and shoved Alex back over the couch.
Alex landed with a grunt and stretched himself along the cushions, spreading his legs as Henry slotted between them. Henry broke away to kiss down Alex’s throat, down his chest, down to his navel as he inched lower and lower. He unbuckled Alex’s belt and cast it aside. Alex helped where he could, lifting his hips and shoving down the zipper of his fly. Henry buried his face in his boxers and inhaled, savoring the musk of his arousal. His Alpha pheromones sent gooseflesh crawling along his skin. Turning his eyes up to Alex, he nuzzled his cock through the fabric and mouthed over it, moaning with want.
“Fuck,” Alex breathed, shuddering. “You look good between my legs.”
Henry drooled along his length, teasing him. Alex twitched against his lips. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. Just like after their first kiss, he ached. Breath heavy, he reached down and carded his fingers through Henry’s blond hair.
“Don’t stop. Please, Henry…”
Henry licked the spot where his head strained against the fabric and carefully peeled it away, baring Alex’s cock to the air. He brushed his plush lips against Alex’s skin, clearly relishing the way his body responded. His mouth parted and Henry swallowed him, inch by inch, until he couldn’t take any more. Resting a moment, he moaned again, the sound vibrating along Alex’s shaft. Hot and soft as silk, his cheeks slid over his cock and Alex gripped his hair. He let Henry lead, watching as he sucked him with incredible skill. Their gazes locked, heated and hungry, never breaking even as Henry’s eyes began to water.
“Don’t, don’t hurt yourself,” Alex breathed. “It’s alright. Take it slow, Henry.”
He continued to suck, ignoring Alex’s command and sliding his hands up his muscular thighs. Henry kneaded his firm skin in time with his movements, slowly guiding them higher until he could scratch at the vee of his hips. Alex could feel his control slipping. Henry’s mouth felt incredible. His nails on Alex’s sensitive skin made his hips jerk into his mouth. He’d been so pent up since New Year’s, since the PR tour… In truth, since he found out Henry was his soulmate. Melting against Henry’s eager tongue, the base of his cock began to swell. His head fell back against the arm of the couch, legs shaking. He gasped Henry’s name when he came, spilling thick seed down his throat as his knot hardened behind his jaw.
“Ah… Oh! Shit, shit, I’m so sorry -” Alex stammered, letting go of his hair and stroking Henry’s cheek. “I forgot to warn you. Um… It should go down in, like, ten minutes. Are you, uh, okay?”
Henry nodded. Somehow he managed to look mischievous with his mouth occupied, lips swollen and pink around the curve of his knot. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Alex cleared his throat and closed his eyes - watching Henry would only make it worse. He’d never get soft.
Hanging over the arm of the sofa, Henry shifted so he could rest his head against Alex’s thigh. Alex kept touching his face, tracing his fingers against his soft skin. Breathing slow helped him focus on relaxing. He could feel Henry drooling on his pants, his breath ghosting along his groin. There had to be something he could think of, focus on, other than Henry.
After a few minutes he finally began to relax enough to ease out of Henry’s mouth. Alex sat up and pulled Henry into his lap.
“Did that hurt?”
Henry opened and closed his jaw, rubbing the joint gently.
“A little. I liked it. I haven’t been knotted in a very long time,” he admitted.
“Almost sounds like you missed it,” Alex purred. “Did you?”
“Yes,” Henry breathed, resting his forehead against Alex’s. “I really, really did.”
“Henry… Get these pants off and sit on the couch for me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been dying to taste you all night.”
Henry kissed him again, slow and deep, before following his orders. He stood and stripped as Alex watched, cheeks flushed pink. He wore a pair of white lace panties beneath them. The straps rode up on his hips, baring the top of his thighs. Alex couldn’t speak. He could barely think. Had he worn them in anticipation? Or did he just like lingerie?
“Fuck the couch,” Alex growled. He slipped off the cushion and knelt in front of Henry. One hand guided his thigh over Alex’s shoulder. He slid his nose along the gusset, smelling his cunt through the fabric. The hormones Henry took truly masked any scent of his Omega status, but he couldn’t hide his body. Not from Alex. Not anymore.
A quiet moan slipped from Henry’s throat and he grabbed Alex by the hair. He held him in place, grinding against his face in slow circles. Alex mouthed over his lips, sucking the damp lace with a groan of his own. He tasted good, and Alex couldn’t help but wonder how much better he’d taste off of his medication. In a full-blown rut. Dripping for him, a hive of nectar just for Alex to gorge himself on.
Alex pulled Henry’s panties to the side and dragged his tongue between his lips. Henry trembled. He licked again, pausing to suck gently at his clit.
“Oh fuck!”
He didn’t think he’d ever heard Henry curse. Alex craved it, longing to coax more depravity from those pretty lips of his.
Henry wasn’t his first Omega partner. Alex knew exactly what to do with his mouth to make his knees weak. As he sucked at his nerves, he brought his hand up to tease his pussy. He slipped a finger inside of him, slowly fucking him in time with his mouth. He kept it shallow, just a tease, and slick dripped down onto his knuckles. Henry whined, the sound catching in his throat.
“More,” he whispered. “Alex, please. That wicked mouth of yours is, is driving me crazy…”
Alex moaned and closed his eyes. His long lashes fluttered against Henry’s skin, a little butterfly kiss that sent lightning down his spine. He focused on Henry’s body and the way he responded to his tongue, to his lips, to his fingers. Alex worked a second finger inside him and pressed deeper, crooking them and searching for the spot inside him that would shatter him.
He wanted to watch the prince fall apart.
“Ah! God, Alex! There,” Henry gasped breathlessly. “Fuck! I’m, I’m not going to last. I can’t. I can’t…”
Henry’s thighs went rigid. His toes curled. He forced Alex’s head flush against his cunt, rutting against his lips as his orgasm crashed over him. Squirting around his fingers, muscles spasming, his legs went weak. Alex caught him awkwardly, guiding him down to the floor with a wet grin. His face shimmered in the light of the lamps, slick with Henry’s cum.
“You. God.” It was Henry’s turn to be speechless. He panted in Alex’s arms, staring up at him like nothing else in the world existed.
“Good, huh?” Alex teased. “Glad to see I’m not too out of practice.”
“Mmn. Shut up.”
Henry grabbed his head and pulled him into a messy kiss. They could taste each other, the tang of sex and slick on their tongues. It made Alex’s head spin. He started to stiffen beneath Henry, and Henry whined again.
“We, we should stop here. I can’t stay all night.”
“Says who?”
“My security detail,” Henry answered. “And I have appearances tomorrow afternoon.” Still, he didn’t leave Alex’s embrace.
“And if I don’t want to let you go?”
“Well. We’d have an international incident on our hands, I might just fuck your brains out - and you have so little of them to begin with…”
Alex snorted and pushed him away.
“Alright, alright, your majesty.”
“It’s your royal highness, you really ought to know that by now,” Henry said with a grin. He crawled over Alex, kissing a trail up his bare chest and ending at his lips.
“We should do this again, Henry.”
“I’d love that. I would.”
Henry pushed himself off of Alex and stared down at him for a moment. With their eyes locked on each other, he slipped off his panties. He leaned down and pushed the lace into Alex’s mouth.
“Something to tide you over ‘til next time.”
Without another word he got dressed and left Alex sitting on the floor half-hard and overwhelmed by his scent. He pulled the panties out of his mouth and inhaled, thinking about the way Henry looked with his knot in his mouth.
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“This is my curse,” Henry mutters, and Pez laughs across from him.
“You can hardly be responsible for the weather.”
“So the glaring fact that every single New Year’s Eve on record in my life has been an utter disaster means absolutely nothing to you?”
“We’re going to make it, so no, it means nothing to me,” Pez says with cheerful optimism despite the constant fluttering of white beyond the plane windows.
OR
5 times throughout his life that Henry's New Year's countdown has been ruined, and 1 time that it isn't.
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Chapters: 3/10
Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz/Liam, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor/Hunter
Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Liam (Red White & Royal Blue), June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Hunter (Red White & Royal Blue)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, platonic friends with benefits, at no point is there any romantic feelings between alex and liam, these boys are just idiots, as far as the firstprince of it all it's fluff and angst and dumbassery, overuse of coffee and whiskey, lease agreements as a plot device, Updating tags as I go, canon typical mentions of divorce and grief, Alex Claremont-Diaz Has ADHD
Summary:
He’s thinking of Henry and getting close to coming just from this when he hears a British accent shout, “Bloody hell” and in the confusion of coming at the voice and Liam hastily pushing him off he looks up to see Henry standing in the doorway, beet red and coffee spilled on the ground, and all he can think is that he’s going to have to make a new fucking list.
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Alex realizes he's falling in love with his roommate Henry only three months into their lease and decides to make dumb decisions about it. Henry gets him back.
Thank you @priincebutt and @sophie1973 for the WIP Wednesday tags today, as well as @run-for-chamo-miles and @thesleepyskipper for Sentences Sunday and @firenati0n and @theprinceandagcd for WIP Wednesday last week. I've been remiss in my writing!
This was going to be a WIP this morning when I started it, but it kind of finished itself, so here's part of it…
Here's the thing. Alex is not the jealous type.
No, really, he isn't. He knows Henry is his, just like Henry knows Alex is his. Fuck, the whole world knows just how much they are committed to each other because they've read every single, intimate detail of their thoughts and feelings about it.
But the thing is, some people see that as a challenge.
You can read the whole thing on AO3.
Next week hopefully I'll have more spies. My creative brain has been taken over by drawing.
No pressure tags for @theprinceandagcd @kiwiana-writes @piratefalls @thesleepyskipper @run-for-chamo-miles
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