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Henry’s back arched off the mattress. One of his legs was tangled in the sheets, effectively trapped. His other leg was resting on Alex’s shoulder, heel digging into the muscle, giving himself a bit of leverage.
Alex raised from between his thighs, chin wet, lower lip swollen where he’d been dragging it over Henry’s hole for the last ten minutes. Alex’s fingers were busy still, slowly easing in and out.
“Do you think I could make you squirt?” Alex asked, voice rough, eyes wide with curiosity. He wiped his mouth on the inside of Henry’s knee, leaving a glistening stripe. “Like, proper gush. All over my hand. Maybe you could like waterboard me or something.”
Henry huffed a laugh. “I am already dripping, you fiend,” Henry rolled his pelvis, feeling his swollen dick stretch. “Pretty sure that’s as close to ‘squirt’ as this body gets.”
Alex shook his head, slow and certain. “Nah. You’ve got a special spot…same as any guy. Just gotta treat it right.” He crawled up Henry’s body, kissed him messy, letting Henry taste himself on Alex’s tongue. When he pulled back his eyes were dark, determined. “Roll up. Pillows under your hips. I’m going full research mode.”
Henry’s laugh vibrated into a groan, but he obeyed, shoving two pillows beneath his pelvis until his arse tilted up, thighs spreading easy. He hissed as his wet cock was exposed to the cool air. He wasn’t sure if he appreciated being denied the orgasm just seconds before.
Alex knelt in between his thighs, palms smoothing over his thighs, gently spreading him even further. He was open and vulnerable, but never shy. Not when his boyfriend looked at him with such reverence.
At the heat in Alex’s eyes, his hole fluttered…pink, and slick from the oral he received.
“Gorgeous,” Alex muttered, almost to himself. He drizzled more lube, watched it slide down the trench and pool down at Henry’s asshole. Without any hesitation, two of Alex’s fingers went back in, curling and instantly brushing that spot until Henry’s spine bowed and a broken “fuck” punched out of him.
In a few quick slides of Alex’s fingers, and his own hand at his dick rubbing in circles. Henry came in seconds. No excessive liquid explosions on that offical first try.
The second attempt came in mere minutes later. This time, Alex put his elbow to it, burying his fingers to the last knuckle. This time he was relentless. The pressure built just as quickly as before. Henry’s head was thrown back, eyes shut…too fast…too soon.
“Fucking come, baby.” Alex growled, voice tense.
At that, Henry politely obeyed, clenching around Alex’s digits. No gush, just the familiar pulse of regular orgasm, leaving him panting and Alex frowning.
“Christ Alex. That was—” Henry rasped out.
“Okay, we rushed the warm up. More lube this time, slower build up, and get off that hand off your cock. Leave that to me. Round three.”
In response, Henry used his heel to physically push Alex’s forehead from his hole. “Leave me cock alone, either I blow you or it’s your hand, darling. My hole is done.”
“Your hole.” Alex said, sitting on the back of his knees, “is a national treasure. But I will take that blow job you so kindly offered.”
Henry rolled his eyes but then pounced on his boyfriend, bringing Alex to tears in seconds.
***
Next evening, they tried again. This time Alex was licking him as he fingered his hole, crooking his fingers, giving it 150% effort. Henry came and came. Alas, no liquid explosion.
“Maybe, it’s just an urban myth.” Henry got out, chest moving up and down, trying to catch his breath.
“Fuck that, it’s like all over porn, there’s even a paper on it. Alex said, licking his lips to catch all the drops left. “When we go next, don’t pee beforehand.”
Henry just shook his head, spreading his legs again, making room for Alex’s cock now.
***
The morning after, they were in the shower. Henry hadn't had a chance to go to the loo, before Alex pounced him. He brought Henry’s favorite vibrator into the stream.
He eased it into him from behind, rubbing Henry's cock with his free hand, as his spot was massaged at the highest speed setting. Henry’s knuckles were white clutching the wet tiles in front of him,
Again, he came and came. His knees went weak with the intensity of that one.
He was moderately wet…no squirt.
“Next time I’ll edge you, until you’re crying and then we will try.”
Henry nodded, drunk on endorphins.
He loved his overachieving boyfriend.
***
It was one of the best and most frustrating nights of Henry’s life. Alex has been edging him for hours, never letting him past that peak.
Henry begged and begged, but Alex would only lean in, breathe hot over Henry’s hole, then retreat, blowing cool air until Henry’s hips twisted. Every time his hole leaked out more than usual, not yet squirting, Alex would feed him the fluid, hushing the whimpers it got out of him.
It felt like it had been going for hours, every time he was brought back down, Henry would groan in frustration. Alex was ever the most patient with him.
Eventually, Henry came, body jerking desperately, but any come that left him was stubbornly thin and not at all excessive, it was just a slow seep, making everything pleasantly wet.
Eventually, Alex relented, allowing himself to rut against Henry's sensitive cock, painting his body in come.
They feel asleep before either of them could utter a single ‘I love you.”
***
Next evening, Henry stepped out of the shower towel wrapped around his hips. He was relaxed and ready for a steamy night with the love of his life.
Today he finally picked the engagement ring he was eyeing everyday on his way to work. It screamed Alex. When he finally made the purchase, something in his soul settled.
When he got out of their ensuite, Alex waited on the bed, shirt off, laptop illuminating his face, as he watched something with utmost focus. He was also twirling a bottle of lube in his hand, as if it was a fidget spinner.
“Great, you're finally here. I have some ground rules,” Alex said, patting the mattress. “No touching your dick till I say. Or maybe we tie your hands to the headboard. Yes… that might even work better.” He said scrolling through something now. Then he turned to him and closed the laptop with a loud clunk. “We’re going surfing, not sprinting.”
Henry rolled his eyes, there was no stopping Alex when he got this hyperfocused. And in all honestly, Henry was going to receive multiple orgasms out of this research rabbit hole…he wasn’t complaining.
Maybe ask him that in a couple of hours, but for now he was the most willing participant.
He dropped the towel, crawled up, and let Alex arrange him like he wanted. He was lying on his front. His hips were folded over pillows, thighs spread. His arms were stretched forward, as if in a child pose, during yoga.
Alex started with his tongue alone, long slow licks that had Henry swearing into the pillow before a single finger breached him. Ten minutes of teasing, another five with one finger circling, tapping, never quite pushing that spot until Henry’s legs shook.
When Alex finally slid two fingers in he kept them still, letting Henry rock back onto them at his own pace. The pressure built gradually, a slow coil behind his pubic bone. Alex watched his face. Henry’s cheek was pressed to the pillow, lips slowly exhaling.
Alex waited for the moment Henry’s brows pinched and his mouth dropped open on a silent oh.
“That’s the spot,” Alex whispered with a proud smile. He added a third finger, spreading them wide, then curled them in a come-hither move that pulsed against that special spot. It was as if Alex perfectly matched it with their heartbeats.
There was no excessive rubbing, no flicking of his dick. It was a constant and deliberate pressure, while Henry’s hips started to stutter back all on their own.
“Fuck, Alex, I feel—” Henry’s voice cracked. A hot, heavy ache bloomed low in his gut, different from the usual climb to orgasm. It felt like he needed to piss, to come, to scream, all at once.
“Breathe through it,” Alex said, free hand stroking up Henry’s spine, then it moved lower down to his asshole. His pointer finger just resting on his rim.
Henry whined, forehead grinding into the pillow, fists clenched in the sheets. The pressure kept building. Alex didn’t relent. Fingers pressing and pressing.
And then it broke.
A rush of warm, clear fluid gushed out of him, soaking the pillows and covers beneath him. It was dripping out of him in steady stream.
Henry’s entire body locked up, spine bowing, arms and fingers stretching forward. He dragged them down as his body spasmed. The sound that tore out of him wasn’t a moan or a yell.
It was raw like someone had punched the air from his lungs.
Alex didn’t let up. He kept those three fingers curled, riding the aftershocks, watching Henry’s thighs jerk. The fluid kept coming in smaller pulses, each one milked by the slow drag of Alex’s knuckles inside him, until Henry collapsed forward, chest heaving, cheek plastered to the sheet with sweat.
“Holy…fuck…” Henry panted, voice wrecked, “‘lex, my love. Did I piss myself?”
Alex eased his fingers out, and went to leave a small kiss on his hole, probably feeling the small pulses still running through the sensitive tissue.
“Nah, baby. That’s the good stuff.” He nudged Henry’s hip. “Look at you, so fucking wet.” Henry lifted his head enough to see the dark patch spreading beneath him. The sheets were ruined.
Alex stretched out beside him, palm sliding over the wet skin of Henry’s arse, possessive and proud. “Oh ye of little faith. Fucking told you, I could make you squirt.” He said, dropping kisses wherever he could find Henry’s exposed skin. “I guess practice pays off.” Alex finished, moving his arms behind his head, a proud smile sprouting on his face.
Henry laughed, breathless, turning his face to stare at his boyfriend. “Next lesson?”
Alex grinned against his lips. “Tomorrow. We see how many times we can make you squirt before you beg me to stop.”
***
A few hours later, Henry squirts without a pre-amble, Alex didn't even try that hard. It was just Alex's mouth and his fingers which were providing very little stimulation.
Overall, he effectively waterboarded his fiancé.
(Sometime after that first time he squirted and after demolishing a pizza in bed, Henry proposed to Alex, who enthusiastically accepted).
When the squirting happened, Alex didn’t retreat either. The first spurt caught him in the chin and he just closed his eyes in pleasure, keeping his mouth there. He drank the next pulse, and then the next until Henry’s thighs clamped around his ears and the last shudder wrecked him.
Alex pulled off with a wet gasp, mouth wet, grinning like crazy. ‘Sick. I think I unlocked an Easter egg.”