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The sigh that escapes Alex’s throat as he drops his bookbag on the floor of his bedroom can only be described as exasperated. Scheduling as many lectures on Wednesdays as he could seemed like a good idea in theory, but the way his brain feels as he kicks his shoes off to be dealt with later makes him want to faceplant into his pillow. He doesn’t, however; he unlocks his phone and pulls up Henry’s contact. Their last text exchange ended just before Alex left his last lecture, a simple “I’ll be waiting,” message from Henry that sent a shiver down Alex’s spine and left him making a beeline through the Residence to his bedroom. It’s been far too long since Alex felt Henry’s skin against his own- a mere three weeks since their last rendezvous but too long nonetheless. Without thinking any further, he presses the button to video call Henry and lets it ring through his earbuds. It rings exactly twice before Henry’s perfectly kept hair and perfect complexion floods his screen. There’s a small smile creeping across his face, but otherwise he remains stoic. The only small tell indicating that Henry’s already worked up is the faint tinge of red on the tips of his ears and the faint flush of his bare chest, which Alex can only see the top of.
“Made it home alright?” Henry asks, neither of them taking the time for a “Hello.”
Alex nods, swallowing. “Yeah, was alright.”
Henry nods in response, giving a small hum. “Mm, good. You’ve been keeping me waiting…”
Immediately, Alex feels his cheeks flush red. “Sorry, baby,” he apologizes.
“What was that?” Henry corrects.
“Sorry…” Alex says, marginally louder. As he adjusts how he sits on his bed, the seam of his jeans makes itself known with some friction. The look in Henry’s eyes is familiar, yet not entirely readable until he speaks again.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to call me ‘baby’?” Henry taunts, a slight blush creeping through his pale cheeks this time as he fights off a mischievous grin. From their interactions over text earlier, Alex expressed his desire for Henry to take control tonight- nothing they haven’t explored before- but letting himself experience Henry’s royal authority in real-time will never cease to make him shiver.
Alex swallows harder this time. “Oh,” he hesitates. “I’m sorry, sir.” He feels some of his blood rush south as his heartbeat creeps up to his eardrums.
“I suppose it’s alright, love. Have you taken your clothes off yet?”
Alex shakes his head. “No, sir, haven’t. Called you as soon as I got home.” He instinctively starts tugging at his belt in a frantic haste.
“Alex, mon cheri, slow down. What’s your color?” Henry’s voice momentarily loses it’s edge, becoming softer by the syllable.
“Green,” Alex says immediately. Then, after a moment of thought, “I’m green, promise.”
Henry nods, taking a slow breath, and Alex follows suit, and Henry’s voice quickly regains composure. “You’re being so good for me, Alex. Can I take care of you tonight?”
Alex slowly nods in response, making eye contact with Henry through his phone screen. He shifts back in his bed, sitting up against the headboard with his phone in his hands, awaiting his next instruction.
“Alright, darling. Do me a favor and slip your belt off, set it down somewhere. We’re not using that today.” Henry says steadily, and Alex complies. “Good job. Do you want your shirt on or off for this?”
Pondering for a second, Alex tugs at the hem of his shirt. “Off… is that okay?”
He briefly sees Henry falter before blinking away whatever thought he had. “This one is up to you. Either way is okay with me.”
To this, Alex sets his phone down and pulls his shirt over his head with both hands, tossing it towards his laundry basket. After it hits the edge of the hamper and falls to the floor, Alex sets his phone up so that his hands are free and most of his body is in frame. He can see Henry’s eyes trace from his forehead all the way down his chest and stomach, finally landing on his waistband. There’s a newfound sense of confidence coursing through his veins now, only amplified by the way he shifts to adjust how his pants sit.
“I’d like you to take your trousers off now,” Henry guides, “But you’ll be keeping your boxers on for the time being.”
Looking at his own reflection in the corner of the screen, Alex lifts his hips up to slide his jeans off, momentarily glancing to look at Henry. They end up in a pile at the foot of his bed, and out of the corner of his eye he happens to notice Henry’s arm moving tactically.
With a small bite to his lip, Alex decides to take the adventurous route and inquire. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
A grin spreads across Henry’s face. Not his usual silly grin, rather a devilish and extremely calculated grin. “Why yes, Alex, I am.” He says, making direct eye contact through the phone. “In fact, I’ve been touching myself since the minute your class ended.”
As Alex swallows down the knowledge that Henry’s already more keyed up than he is, Henry adjusts his phone’s position so that Alex can see his entire body. His legs are spread in a V, bent at the knees, and most importantly, he’s entirely naked, and completely on display. Henry’s long fingers methodically trace around his hole, slipping in briefly as his mouth drops open. Fighting how his mouth waters, Alex suppresses a little whine which quickly draws Henry’s attention back to him.
“So, I presume you can see why I wasn’t too happy about being made to wait,” Henry says, his words accentuated by the dark aura surrounding his pupils.
Whether intentionally or not, Alex’s hand comes down to sit against his own crotch. With only the small amount of pressure he applies, his whole body shivers. As much as he’s been focusing on Henry, his own cock stayed silently screaming for attention.
”Alex,” Henry warns, “I haven’t given you permission to touch yourself yet, have I?”
Immediately reaching to grasp the bedsheets in his hand, he quickly shakes his head. “No, sir, I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
Henry clicks his tongue once, pulling his two fingers out of himself and wiping the wetness from them on the sheet. He adjusts how he’s sitting, taunting Alex with the way his thighs tense as he lifts off the sheets.
Restless as ever, Alex shifts against the headboard and the growing wetness in the fabric of his underwear becomes incredibly present in his mind.
“Whatever shall I do with you, darling?” Henry teases. “I had such a plan, but you’re not being very patient with me.”
Alex’s cheeks burn beneath his skin, and every nerve in his body is positively on fire. His lips subconsciously part at the way Henry’s body moves- the way his abs twist and his legs turn on the bed- as he reaches off-camera to his bedside table and returns with a dildo in hand. It’s a toy that Alex is all too familiar with, as he recognizes it immediately. While the pale blue color of it might seem disarming at first, Alex knows how perfectly it fits into his own harness and he knows the sheer size of it. If he’s not mistaken, it’s the biggest toy that Henry owns, but he’d figured it was out of commission while its harness sat in Alex’s still-packed suitcase. Alex is quickly proven wrong, though, as Henry uncaps the bottle of lube with one hand and pours some of it on his other hand, sensually spreading it down the silicone length.
“I have another plan, now that you’ve promised to be good for me. I’ll let you watch, only if you promise not to touch until I let you.” Henry says, as if entirely ignoring the slick toy sitting in his hand.
With the feeling of his heartbeat pounding in his chest, Alex nods feverishly. “I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
Henry lifts up on his knees, fully pushing his head and shoulders out of frame but giving Alex a spectacular view of his V-line and the small dick poking out through a patch of hair. Whatever noise escapes Alex’s throat, he decides that he shouldn’t be held responsible for it. From above the camera, Henry says, “I know you will, love. You're just going to have to be patient.”
Still nodding, Alex can only sit and watch as Henry widens his knees, places the toy underneath him with a practiced ease, and sinks down into frame with his head thrown back and a low moan escaping his open mouth.
Alex's jaw turns slack at the feeling pooling in his stomach. Not only is the lamp light reflecting perfectly off of Henry's chiseled jawline, the way Henry exhales as he adjusts to the feeling of being full deserves to be framed and put in a museum.
“Baby, I-” Alex starts, a direct result of his mind wandering, then quickly stops as he realizes his error.
He doesn’t realize quickly enough, however, as Henry’s head snaps back up and his eyes lock with Alex’s. Immediately, Alex's cheeks burn beneath his skin and he's sure Henry can see it on his face.
“Alex,” Henry says, “You can call me ‘baby’ when you've earned it.”
“I'm sorry, sir, I just-” Alex’s voice trails off, and his hands begin fidgeting with the hem of his boxers.
With another deep breath, Henry straightens his spine and says, “I know you want to be good for me,” to which Alex can only nod, “but I’m going to need you to listen. For now, you're going to put two of your fingers in your mouth.”
Alex’s eyes widen.
“And you're going to suck on them while you watch me fuck myself, okay? I don’t want you to take your eyes off me. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes sir, I'll be good,” he says, adjusting how he’s sitting to get the best view of Henry, and tugging at his bottom lip with his first two fingers before pushing them back to sit on his tongue expectantly, starting to suck gently.
“You’re always so good for me, Alex.” Henry’s tone of voice paints the air to be a lot softer than it is dirty, but Alex's eyes quickly snap to where he’s casually circling the tip of his dick with his index finger. A small “ah,” escapes his parted lips before he continues, “I wish you were here right now, you know? They’d be my fingers instead.”
At this, Alex can’t stop himself from parting his lips and moaning around his fingers. The way he's sitting now only makes him more aware of the way his own dick screams for attention. Hearing the little noises that fall from Henry’s lips as he starts lifting up and down and fucking himself on the toy beneath him.
“Fuck,” Henry mutters, keeping his gaze steady on Alex as his back arches. “You- God, you wish this was you, don’t you?” His words are quickly cut off by a long, low whine.
“Mmh,” Alex groans. If he closes his eyes- which he's not allowed to do- he can almost see Henry beneath him and how the toy, his toy, fits into the harness he knows so well. He's just about able to imagine that he's the one fucking Henry, that he's the one drawing all those pretty noises out of him.
“If you were here right now,” Henry says, his breath becoming shorter and more desperate, “I’d be riding you until I can’t anymore; and you'd take it so well, wouldn’t you?”
From an untouched depth of his gut, Alex can only make out one word, “Please.” He slips his fingers back into his mouth from where they slid out as he spoke, and he swirls his tongue between them expectantly.
Henry’s movements slow until he's still, fully seated on the toy. Alex hears a small ‘tsk’ and he knows he's made a mistake, but the fabric of his boxers brushing up against his dick is the only thing at the front of his mind as he eagerly sucks on his own fingers.
“Tell me what you need, Alex,” Henry says, a commanding edge to an otherwise soft sentence. At this, Alex's hand comes down to rest on his own chest, beads of saliva dripping onto his skin.
“I need…” Alex says, breathing heavily, “need somethin’. Need my hand.”
Through the thousands of miles between them, through the iridescent light of his phone screen, Alex can feel Henry’s eyes on him. “You can wait, can't you, love? You're doing such a good job.”
Alex whines, clenching around nothing and so desperately wishing for something. “Henry, please,” he says, dropping the honorific in some corner of his mind, but Henry doesn't seem too concerned about it. As Alex’s eyes drift back up to his boyfriend on the screen, he can only sit and watch as Henry starts bouncing up and down on the toy again, throwing his head back and hastily rubbing his t-dick with two of his fingers. “Take your hand away and tell me how badly you want it, Alex,” Henry says, his voice tight.
Henry's words fly straight through Alex's brain and he's none the wiser to question them as his hand lands somewhere on his thigh. “God, please, please-” he starts to babble, “Need you on top of me, need you to ride me and touch me- I miss your fingers so much, Henry, please.”
Past Henry’s low grunts as he continues to fuck himself on the toy, Alex can only hear the lewd noise of the combination of lube and fluid from Henry's arousal sliding against the silicon toy, but he knows Henry well enough to know he's getting close.
“I need your mouth, too. I need you on my cock, just, please,” Alex begs, twitching his hips to no avail.
And with one last glance to the screen, Henry's hips stutter and his shoulders hunch forward as he comes with a groan. Alex feels frozen in time as he watches Henry continue to fuck himself through it, soaking the toy further with each bounce.
It isn't until he finally stills and looks up at Alex, moving some hair out of his face, that Alex is able to blink into the realization that his hand landed on the uppermost part of his thigh, dangerously close to doing something that'll land him in trouble.
He can only watch as Henry's chest rises and falls, slowly awaiting whatever he’ll say next. Despite how Alex’s chest aches and his cock yearns for any kind of stimulation, the waterfall of arousal seems to divert for a second to focus on how ethereal Henry looks. The longest parts of his hair at the front dangle between his face and the camera, partially blocking Alex’s view of his red flushed cheeks and the way his eyes stay squeezed shut, letting himself feel the aftershocks of his orgasm. Alex’s eyes trace from Henry’s lips, down his neck and his chest, to where his thighs tremble as he kneels, still seated on the toy, and God, he looks so pretty when he’s stretched around it- around Alex.
Through the silence, only interrupted by Henry’s breaths, Alex’s last strand of willpower snaps and he lets his fingertips brush across his cock and down to his hole through the fabric of his boxers. There’s something in the back of his mind telling him to wait, telling him that Henry won’t be happy by his direct disobedience, but the blood in his cock seems to win that argument quickly as he throws his head back in tandem with the movements of his hand.
As he breathes and brings his eyes back to his phone screen, Henry’s lifting himself up off the toy and setting it aside. There’s probably a correlation between how the muscles of Henry’s thighs flex as he re-situates himself and how quickly Alex circles his dick with his finger, but he certainly doesn’t have the mental capacity to analyze it.
Alex knows Henry’s watching him- he can feel his eyes on him- but he doesn’t let up, and he’s not sure he’d be able to if asked. Despite how Alex’s mind focuses on his own pleasure, he’s vaguely aware of how Henry moves his phone and briefly rolls out of frame to reach towards his nightstand. When he returns, he places his phone to frame his face, shoulders, and chest as he lays on his side. Alex can see his face more clearly now, and he’s smirking.
“I’m impressed, Alex,” Henry says, finally breaking the silence.
Alex doesn’t speak, only letting out a small, surprised, noise.
Here, Henry takes the liberty to continue, “You did so well- you lasted longer than I expected you to. I thought you’d start touching yourself as soon as you took your fingers out of your mouth,”
“Henry, ngh- please, sir,” Alex whines, “I tried to be good,”
The blue of Henry's eyes is infinitely more prominent now that his phone is closer to his face, and there's an indistinguishable haze over how he looks at Alex. “You've been good, love, so good for me. Go ahead and take your pants off.”
Without any ounce of hesitation, Alex is haphazardly lifting his hips and sliding his boxers off, kicking them off the foot of his bed. Once his eyes return to Henry's face on his screen, it almost seems like Henry's smirk has turned to a genuine smile.
“I think you've waited long enough, Alex. Tell me what you need.”
And just like that, the floodgates open. Any last shred of self-preservation that Alex was hanging onto washed away as Henry’s words hit his ears, and he decidedly wasn’t going to hold back.
“I need you to fuck me with your fingers, baby, I just- I need to come. Please,” Alex finally whines.
He can only watch as Henry’s lips part, a small string of saliva between his top and bottom lips that Alex wants nothing more than to reach through the screen and break with his tongue. His air of dominance falters, and Alex can only watch as his kyanite eyes drift down to see where he’s still got his thumb and forefinger around his cock, and where his hole sits, wet and waiting to be touched.
“Go ahead, Alex, use your fingers like they’re mine.”
Alex leans back and adjusts his hips, sliding two fingers into himself with no hesitation, letting a deep moan out of his chest. All of Henry's teasing rendered him wet enough for his fingers to slide in with no resistance, and he starts pumping them inside of himself the way Henry always does- although Alex can't seem to get the hang of the patience that Henry is able to exercise. As he starts rolling his hips and shifting to hit an angle where he can start to ride his own fingers, Alex's wet eyelashes open to look to his phone screen where Henry holds a new, smaller toy against himself and presses a small button at the end. As if he's trying to kill Alex on the spot, Henry drags a black bullet vibrator along the length of his t-dick and jolts at the sudden stimulation. Alex stalls for a moment in shock, and he distantly wonders when Henry pulled it out of his drawer.
“Keep going,” Henry pants. His voice is higher, exasperated even. “Don't stop those pretty noises, Alex”
With each roll of his hips and glide of his fingers in and out of his hole, Alex lets out a weak ”Ah, ah, ah,” whether it's to Henry's request or that he's too far gone to stay quiet anymore.
“Henry, ‘m close,” Alex says, and he suddenly registers how his eyes have been watering with the intensity of the knot in his stomach.
Henry's voice comes out breathy and desperate, “Hang on, Alex, just, hngh-” followed by a click as Henry turns the vibrator up another notch. His pale hips twitch and Alex wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into the plush skin, but he'll have to wait until the next time they share the same air. Alex squeezes his eyes closed and moves his thumb to circle around the head of his own cock.
“Please, please, let me come, I need to,” Alex whines. He's not sure how many more flicks of his thumb or pulses of his fingers he can take before he'll be soaking his bedsheets whether Henry tells him to or not.
“Not yet,” Henry whispers, “Hang on for me just a little bit longer.”
Alex might go insane, actually. He stills the movement of his thumb and bites down on his lip to distract himself. He squeezes his eyes closed even tighter, since the image of Henry stroking himself with a vibrator is a surefire way to have him unraveling on the spot, but the hum of the vibrator and Henry's broken and overstimulated moans paint an incredibly vivid picture in his mind. He's not entirely sure how long he sits there, pitifully rolling his hips on his own fingers. There's a pitiful cry somewhere in the back of his mind that reminds him of how his own fingers pale in comparison to Henry's, both in length and thickness, but also in pure tactile skill. The fleeting memory of how Henry's fingers contain pure ecstasy as they move inside of him is just enough to bring him right to the edge and leave him teetering over.
“Henry, please, ‘m gonna- please,” Alex whimpers.
“Look at me,” Henry says, and Alex complies. His lips are bitten raw, and his shoulders hold a sense of tension that Alex knows all too well; he's close too. “Go ahead, love. Be a good boy and come for me.”
And all at once, the string snaps. Alex’s whole body shakes and his back arches as he tightens around his fingers, still moving inside of him. Distantly, Henry’s voice still comes through his earbuds. “There you go, just like that. So good for me-”
As Alex finally opens his eyes, it’s right in time to watch Henry fall apart for a second time in front of him with a groan that sends shivers down Alex’s spine. It isn't until Henry's shudders subside that Alex finally pulls his fingers out of himself and wipes them on his bedsheets, adjusting how he’s sitting with the newfound emptiness, and he looks back at his phone screen to see Henry's chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Tugging his bottom lip under his teeth, Alex takes a moment to let himself breathe, too, as he waits for Henry's eyes to meet his.
The hum of the vibrator stops and Henry tosses it aside, finally looking up at Alex on his screen. “You did so well for me, Alex. Are you ready to get cleaned up?” Through the affection and softness that now surfaces in Henry’s voice, there’s still an air of shakiness to it, no different from any other session where he wrings multiple orgasms out of himself.
“Yeah, I think I’m ready,” Alex exhales, “But what about you?”
Henry starts to reach over to his bedside table, but stops in his motion. Gently, he says, “Don't worry about me, Alex. I promise. I’ve got supplies here to clean myself up, and I’ll get up and use the loo in just a moment.” A light chuckle escapes Henry’s lips, then, “I'm not looking to put blind trust in my legs to carry me at the moment. I just need a second to gather myself, that’s all.”
Alex leans forward to grab his phone, then props himself up on his elbow, leaning back. “You're alright, though?”
“Yeah,” Henry nods, picking up his phone and bringing it closer to his face. “I’m alright. Are you feeling like you want to take a shower?”
Alex sighs. Part of him knows that he should, but there’s another part of him that wants nothing more than to sink into the mattress and nap until the sun goes down. Before he gets a chance to answer, Henry speaks again.
“You did well for me today, love. I mean it.”
Again, Alex feels his cheeks flood with the warmth of his blush. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I do,” Henry says, “It was intense today; I’m proud of how well you did, and I need to make sure you’re aware.”
At this, Alex runs a hand through his own hair. “Thanks,” he says, scanning over Henry’s face with his eyes. “I’m feeling fine, if that’s what you’re getting at. I promise it wasn’t too much.” Then, Henry’s gaze softens impossibly.
“I might not shower right now?” Alex suggests, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to keep you on the phone, and I feel like I could use a nap.”
“As long as you get yourself cleaned up a bit first, that sounds alright. Can you hop up and head to the bathroom? Grab yourself some clean pants while you’re up.” Henry’s syrupy voice still slips through Alex’s earbuds and flows through his veins as he sits himself up and his feet plant into the rug by his bed. Sure, he could take care of himself on his own if he needed to, but Henry’s voice and guidance feels quite nice wrapped around him.
There’s still an aura of fuzziness around Alex’s mind as he steps into his ensuite bathroom, but it’s not an unpleasant feeling. “Hen?” he says.
“Hm?” Henry responds, now cleaning himself up and gathering his toys to clean them.
“I love you,” Alex murmurs.
Henry’s attention turns back to Alex’s face on his phone screen, and he smiles gently. “I love you too.”
“I miss you,” Alex says shyly.
“I miss you too, love” Henry replies. “I’ll see you again soon, alright? It won’t be long. We’ll figure something out, I’ll see if I can fly out the next time I’m not busy.”
As Alex cleans himself up, he’s distantly aware of his own heartbeat in his chest, and how he aches for Henry’s skin against his own, but he smiles anyways. He slips his clean boxers on, followed by some sweatpants, and slowly pads back to his bed. He’ll throw his sheets in the laundry later, but he decides they’re clean enough to sleep on for now.
He flips his pillow and readjusts it against the head of his bed, then slides under the sheets and props his phone up on his bedside table to where he can still see Henry mindfully stretching. “Will you stay on the phone for a bit?” Alex asks.
“I can do that,” Henry says. “You’re going to take a nap, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Alex nods. His limbs have already sunk into the mattress with their newfound weight.
“Alright. Sleep well, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Then, with the gentle sound of Henry stirring and turning on the faucet to wash his toys, Alex pulls his blanket up over his shoulders and lets his eyes fall shut.