royal_musings | Autumn Open Post

Ever since he was a wee lad, Henry had been taught how to stay still, how to abide by all of the rules of the palace, and most importantly how to not be himself. The fact that he could be himself - as Henry with Alex was everything that he'd needed.

It hadn't been too hard to make some excuse or another to get away and go to DC. Shaan had just given him a look and made the arrangements.

It had been far too long since they'd last seen each other and while Henry did not fidget on the plane, he was antsy to get there.

As soon as they arrive and the car door opens, Henry is out and heading straight to where he imagines Alex to be. There should be more formality, he knows but he had to see him.

"Alex," he says, spotting the other man and strolling up to him.

He heard the door, the "commotion" that was security shifting because a dignitary had entered the building. And then he was there, sweeping up the steps and giving that short and formal address.

Damn but he wanted to kiss that formal damn look off his face.

"Your Majesty," he jabbed, giving him a wink. "We have until dinner before we're expected for a West Lawn photo shoot, setting sun brilliance and all. Figured you'd want to rest and freshen up," he says, moving to open the door to the room next to his.

One that no one used. One that connected to his own, and more than that, had a door leading to the second bathroom that let out into a secret passage if you knew the right panel in the closet.

"Come on. I'll show you how American plugs work so you don't blow things up," he says, gesturing for Henry to proceed him into the room.

Henry smirks just a little at the jab and nods in agreement to the schedule. He'd been given an overview of the plan on the way to the White House and while had had definitely listened, he was more focused on something else entirely.

"Yes, I think a rest and freshening up is exactly what I need," Henry says with a nod and walks to the door that Alex opens.

Although, resting and freshening up wasn't at all what either of them had in mind, just yet.

"I'll have you know, I have been to America before and have yet to blow up any socket," he says, walking inside and turning to face the other man. His body practically relaxes just at the sight of Alex within reaching distance.

The moment Henry crosses the threshold, Alex reaches around him and closes the door, locking it softly so no one else can hear.

"Well feel free to blow anything else you want," he says, pushing Henry back against the door as his body pressing against the Prince's form.

There's no hesitation, his mouth claiming the British royal's mouth with a wild groan that shows just how needy and hungry he is for this moment. His hands slide over Henry's form, tracing the line of his hips before one pushes up under his shirt, no desire for hesitating or testing the water. Just needful and eager.

"There is only one I really want to blow," Henry says as Alex pushes him back against the door.

Any other thoughts melt away as Alex's mouth takes his. Henry returns the kiss with a low sound, his hand going into the First Son's hair and tugs on it while his other hand moves to Alex's shirt and rucks it up.

He needs him and wants to feel his body press against his own.

"And not just who but where," he teases, nipping at Henry's lower lip. They're meant to be having the most wicked of liaisons but right now all he can think is about getting his hands on the other man.

Groaning against Henry's mouth, he tongue sweeping over the other's mouth. Loving the taste of him, how his hands feel, and aching for so much more. Unable to help himself, rocking against the other man and grinding himself against Henry's hip. Already hard, achingly so, and not hiding it.

Henry would have said something more but all he can focus on is how good it feels to have Alex pressed against him with his mouth on him.

He groans, meeting Alex's tongue with his own, and slides his free hand down to his ass, grinding into Alex's hip. There was no hiding just how hard he was and how much he wanted and needed this.

"I've missed you," he murmurs into his mouth before kissing over his jaw and down his neck. He didn't want to stop touching or kissing him.

How he's survived without touching Henry is beyond himself. How he hasn't had this taste of him, the need to have him close, and he is forgetting the things they talked about as well in that moment. Eventually he'll remember but right now, he needs this. Just to have him close.

"God yes," he groans. "I've missed you. I need you, Henry. Fuck. How can I even control myself?"

And it's true. He's not sure how he can, not with how good the other man feels and tastes.

"Then don't," he groans into his mouth. "We're blessedly alone - take me, take anything you want," he murmurs and moves both hands down to Alex's pants. He buttons and unzips them before shoving them down.

Everything else - decorum, patience and any other plans they may have talked about gets pushed away for the moment as the need for this man, for Alex takes precedence.

"I need you, Alex," he groans and moves down onto his knees in front of him and leans in to press his mouth over the front of his shorts.

He's thinking about all the things they've talked about doing, the wicked laws they're even thinking about breaking with the Oval Office... but then Henry is sinking down to his knees in front of Alex and there is nothing in his thoughts but that man.

His prince. Fuck.

"You're cheating. You're wicked and dangerous and beautiful," he breathes out, trembling at the idea of watching Henry blowing him with that way he did that made it seem like he's made for it.

Henry chuckles low at Alex's words. "You like it," he says, pressing an open mouth kiss over the bulge.

"You're perfect," he murmurs as he tucks his fingers into Alex's shorts and pulls them down his legs. Henry takes a moment to breath him in before leaning in to lick at the tip of his cock, wrapping a hand around the base.

"Fucking love it," he groans, reaching down and stroking his fingers over his gilded hair. Damn but he's beautiful but like this... it's insanely erotic in ways Alex doesn't think he'll ever see in another again.

"Yes, yes I am. Thank you for noticing," he groans.

He loves feeling Alex's fingers slide through his hair and makes a low noise. But the moment Alex insists he is indeed perfect, he chuckles low.

"And so modest," he says, but it was a completely Alex response and he'd have him no other way. Henry flicks his eyes up to his lover's face to watch his reaction before wrapping his mouth over the tip and making a low sound at the taste of him on his tongue.

Henry's free hand gives one of Alex's butt cheeks a little squeeze.

"Humble too," he murmurs, unable to help but smile at the way they're still teasing one another, even in moments like this. It's part of what he adores and loves about their relationship. It's so utterly them.

"Fuck."

He groans softly, eyes closing despite himself as he scritches his nails along Henry's scalp. "Fucking hell, talk about perfect, you damn tease," he says, smiling as he barely opens his eyes, looking down at Henry. "Come on, Baby. Show me how much you like it."

God, he loved the feeling of Alex's hand in his hair, his nails along his scalp. And when he calls him 'baby', he makes a low noise and focuses on his task at hand.

Henry slides his mouth down, sucking and sliding his tongue underneath the head of his cock. He liked the weight and taste of him, the way Alex reacted when he had his mouth on him.

"Mmm, yes. You're so fucking sexy. Damn, Henry."

Even in these moments he can't help but talk, the words soft and husky as he finds himself caught up in that moment between them. He is so madly lost in this man, hungry for him, and loving him so deeply.

"How can I stay away from you," he groans. "Need you."

Henry loved the way Alex could and would say just about anything that came to mind - even when he frustrated him during those early days. He takes Alex in to the root, relaxing his throat and sucks.

He wanted to hear Alex's breathing hitch and hear what other words will tumble from his lips. Henry pulls back to the head and flicks his tongue over the slit before taking him back inside.

He did enjoy this and enjoyed making Alex fall apart.

Henry is positively fucking amazing. All he'd thought of him before is gone. He's mad for this beautiful and sexy man who had just fucking swallowed him down and Alex is pretty damn sure he's going to collapse if he's not careful.

"Henry. Fuck, Baby. How can I... Going to fucking come for you," he moans, knowing he can't last long with the way Henry just knows how to play him.

He shakes, head bowing so his chin nearly rests on his chest, trembling as he feels how close he is.

Henry slides his hand down the crease of Alex's arse and teases the rim with his finger, tightening his mouth around Alex with a soft sound.

Alex calling him baby will never get old and hearing him come apart was a heady sensation. He loved being the one to make this man moan, shake and tremble with his hands and his mouth.

And God, Henry didn't mind in the least being on his knees for him. He slides his tongue along the vein as he pulls off him. "Come for me," he says, his voice throaty and low, lifting his other hand to Alex's in his hair to tighten it. "Use my mouth."

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