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“Do you come here often?”
Henry turned away from his drink to his right side where the owner of the voice was; leaning on his elbow against the bar.
“Pardon?”
The man, who now leaned closer slightly shaking the partly filled cup of what looked like scotch, gave a wide smile and flickered his eyes down Henry's body. He glared down to the jut of his hips brazenly and back up to his lips.
“Didn’t know they had some of your kind in a bar like this, but I'm not complaining.”
Henry rolled his eyes at this shameless man's advances and leaned further back in his seat.
“By my kind do you mean british?”
“I mean gorgeous, baby.” The fiercely confident man answered almost immediately. Although he had only been staring for a bit, his gaze seemed to last forever before he broke eye contact and glanced around the bar.
“You here alone, honey?”
Grabbing his own glass of wine from where it sat in front of him at the bar, Henry looked down at his hand and raised it for the handsome man in front of him to see.
“Yes, actually. I came here with my husband. We're newly wed, you see. Which means he’s been extra protective of me, as of late.” Henry takes his own look at the shiny gold band sitting on his finger with more love than he could fervor.
“Oh, Is that so?” Somehow the daring stranger had not gotten the hint and continued his advances, taking another step closer to Henry at the bar, if that were even possible (so close, Henry could catch the rugged smell of Santal 33 coming off his suit).
“Yes, it is so.”
“Well, if it is so, my prince,” the man mocked Henry's posh accent and leaned his head to level with his, “then where is your king now?”
From how close the man stood now, Henry could almost taste the bourbon on the beautiful strangers lips that his wine drunk mind couldn't help but stare at. He needed to control himself, but he could feel his will slipping by the seconds.
The dark haired man lifted his free hand to his thigh and Henry let out a soft gasp at the action, eyes hazing over, drunk on the spell this oh so daring man had put him on. He leaned past Henry's face, grazing his lips against the peach fuzz on his cheek to whisper into his ear.
“If you know any better, sweetheart, you’ll ditch this sucker and come home with me tonight.”
Henry’s body shuddered at the suggestion and he felt a half chub growing in his pants, creating a small tint right next to where the man's thick hand lay. Quicker than ever, his demeanor was falling and he was officially getting seduced by a random stranger at a random bar.
Even worse, he was barely considering his husband in his lust filled thoughts.
“Why is he a sucker,” Henry looked up to meet the eyes of the handsome man whose eyes were filled with as much desire and emotions as his own, “my husband.” He clarified.
The man took another glance at Henry's lips and lifted his palm a little higher on his thigh, grazing what was definitely more than chub just slightly, enough to make Henry whimper at the possibility.
“Because nobody will ever be able to deserve someone as beautiful and gentle as you in their life.” He leaned closer, their noses touching and breaths mingling. Henry closes his eyes in anticipation, “He's a sucker because no matter how much he tries, he will never be able to fuck you as good as I could.”
Henry feels the man lick his own lips, his tongue grazing his own, and notices something hard pressing against his suit. His own hard throbs, now fully erect against his thigh. The ice in their drinks had melted and they were the only ones in the bar.
“So?” The man asks, taking his hand off of Henry's thigh to grab and intertwine their fingers. A matching golden band glitters on his hand and he brings their intertwined hands to his lips to kiss it while gazing into Henry's eyes.
“Would you have said those same vows in front of my grandfather as well?” Henry says teasingly, breaking part of the spell they were both in.
Alex groans and gives his hand a squeeze, “Babe, please don't bring up the king of England while we roleplay.”
Henry lets out what is probably his tenth full body laugh of the night and shakes his head at the betrayed look on his husband's face.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Give me a moment, strange man. I have to get back into it.” He lets out the last of his giggles while Alex rolls his eyes.
His laugh quickly turns into a gasp when his husband's thick hand comes to contact with his still hard and clothed cock. He grits his teeth at the contact and the teasingly gentle strokes that come with it.
“You won't find things so funny when I’m inches deep into you. Do you still want that; yes or no?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, god.” Henry’s keeled over Alex’s shoulder now and his pants are starting to pick up with his strokes.
“Well, then,” the strokes come to a sudden stop and this time, Henry actually does groan, right into his husband's ear, “let's get out of here, shall we?”
Within no time, Alex is fully separated from the flushed boy still sitting at the bar and sets his drink down. Henry is still coming to terms with the absence of his hand when their security service is walking into the cleared out bar ready to escort them out.
Alex is reaching for his hand to pull him out of his seat, smiling mischievously, when he feels a tug back. He looks at his husband confused for a moment then Alex nods towards his crotch worriedly where a rather large and dangerously obvious erection stained his pants.
Realizing what he meant, Alex laughed and leaned back into his ear, “Let him see. I want everyone to know how hard I make you, how easily I can turn you on.”
Henry lets out a soft breath and the suggestion and feels the leg on his thigh throb painfully. He knew because of who they were, no one would actually see anything that was happening with the two boys. If they tried hard enough, POLITICO or some other gossip tabloid could capture some blurry, far away shots of them leaving the bar but considering they were islanded away for their honeymoon, he doubted the stakes were actually that high for tonight.
Still, the possibility that they might get caught in the lustful state they were in now, hard, tipsy and moments away from pulling each other's clothes off, was alluring enough to pull Henry from his stool seat and towards the exit of the bar, only steps behind Alex (their hands never untangling).
Once they were safely ushered into their unmarked car, their service member not commenting about the state they were in, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
Before the car door is fully closed, their lips are meeting in a passionate kiss filled with the same love that had mirrored the one they had exchanged days before at the royal ceremony but unrivaled in its dirtiness. Alex bit at the entrance to Henry's mouth with his teeth and let his tongue lick the same spot against his swollen lips. They made out dirty and rough like they had been deprived for days, their hands wandered to places beyond imagination.
Alex’s hand squeezed Henry's hip then wandered lower, grabbing a handful of his ass and leaving what was definitely going to be a red hand mark in the morning. Henry grabbed at his hand and lifted it to settle it on his achingly hard cock.
He moaned against Alex’s lips and gave away from their kiss, “Show me what you can do that my husband can’t.” He said with intensity, staring hazily at said man's eyes.
Nodding fervently, Alex wastes no time in taking off his lover's belt and pulling down his zipper. He leans forward for more wet kisses while he pulls down Henry’s pants and boxers all at once.
The sight of his husband's aching cock was always one that left him speechless but now as Alex takes a full look at his disheveled husband splayed across the car seat, he's even more taken. His hair is tousled beyond repair and his shirt is half unbuttoned, making him look straight out of the same porno magazines he used to hide underneath his mattress as a teen.
Alex could've written hundreds of essays based on the state of Henry’s lips alone, wet and thick, throbbing from how Alex had tugged on them before. His husband was a wet dream and he was twitching from the just the impure attention Alex was giving him now.
He really was a sucker.
Alex leaned up to connect their lips again but more gently this time, sliding their lips together with as much love he felt for his husband. Soon the kiss became passionate again and Henry released a whimper when Alex’s thigh grazed his naked hard-on.
Leaving one last kiss to his husbands lips, Alex slid lower and lower, leaving kisses across his chin, neck, and chest before settling on his left peck.
He let his tongue lick Henry's perked nipple before sucking it into his mouth and pulling it with his teeth. Henry lets out gasps and moans as he does the same to his right peck. He trails lower and sucks at spots closer to Henry's belly button, knowing how sensitive he was there. The little gasps he gets are worth the scolding he'll get in the morning for leaving marks on him.
FInally he reaches Henry’s fully erect cock that was sitting on his stomach, furiously pink and dribbling precum from its tip. Alex looked up to make sure Henry was looking at him before he let his tongue measure the shaft of cock from his balls to his warm tip. Henry shivered violently at the action and pinched his eyes. Alex didn't continue until he knew he had his full attention again.
Once he saw his lover's eyes again, he let his tongue circle the tip of his shaft and covered the tip with his mouth, tasting the slightly bitter precum on his tongue and groaning at the taste of it. Henry groaned with him as he lowered his head to take in more of him and hollowed out his throat with the action.
“Fuck. Who taught you that trick?” He looked pained but his eyes never left what Akex was doing.
Alex slowly pulled off from where he was deepthroating on his husband's cock with a pop and lifted his head. “You did.” Henry groaned again.
Getting back to business, he lifted one hand to cup at his husbands balls while the other went to his shaft in favor of stroking while Alex sucked at his tip.
Henry was close. He’d been close to cuming in his well tailored pants all night but his pants had picked up and his moans were getting loud enough that surely their driver could hear them through the partition. Alex felt more precome pool on his tongue from where he was milking Henry to the beat of his pants.
Hearing and feeling Henry coming to his conclusion, Alex opened his throat and took him down to the hilt, hearing what was almost a scream coming from his husband's. Alex groaned himself when he felt his husband shiver and warm strings of come hit the back of his throat. He swallowed as much as he could then let the rest pool at his tongue, lapping at the excess and ignoring his lover's stinged gasps of oversensitivity.
When both of their breathing had calmed down, Alex lifted his head and sat on Henry's thigh before meeting his husband in a sweet kiss, reflecting nothing of what they had just done.
“I can still taste myself on you.” Henry's breath was fanning at his cheek from the awkward way they sat in the back seat of the presidential car.
“Oh yeah? You like it?” He leaves kisses at his husband's nape trailing them to his ear.
Henry pulls Ale’s head back to meet him and kisses him slowly.
After what seems like forever and somehow only seconds, they break apart and Henry lifts his husbands left hand to see the twin bands that lay on their fingers with a look he never thought he’d be able to give someone so openly in his life.
“I love you.” Henry kisses at their twin bands and then pulls Alex in for another deep slow kiss that Alex falls into easily like a lovesick puppy.
“Now clean yourself up before we leave the care, you look like you're the one who was just given phenomenal head.” Pulling his boxers and then pants up, Henry zips up before adjusting his belt.
“I definitely feel like it,” a glance at Alex’s crotch confirms his words. A dark, wet patch of precum stained his pants and despite being left untouched, he was still chubbed up.
“Oh, darling. Do you want me to take care of that for you?” Henry raises his hand to sit on the twitching, clothed cock in question and Alex exhales at the touch.
Just then a knock came at their window from Henry’s side and they both slightly jumped, not realizing they had reached their destination (or that the car had started in the first place).
The service agent announces their arrival monotonously and the two boys look at each other sheepishly for the first time that night, giggling to themselves.
“I don’t usually bring strangers I pick up at a random bar to my place.” He bites his lip and gives a coy smile to the man in front of him.
“Well I wouldn't usually ditch my husband to sleep with a strange man I met at a random bar. Does that make us special?” Henry eyes linger on his jutted lip and feels himself already chubbing up again.
“It sure does.” Alex leans in to kiss him again when Henry pushes back on the door handle and they nearly fall out on top of each other. They pull themselves up, looking as dirty and disordered as they felt before rushing out of the car towards their honeymoon villa where they will spend the rest of the night tangled up in their sheets and each other.