#Red White & Royal Blue smut

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Happy Friday! This rec list is lengthy, kinky, and explicit. I'll have an additional list up soon, but this one is dedicated to some excellent E-rated gems.

Please remember to mind the tags - especially for these recs! - and kindly skip anything that doesn't suit you.

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in the dead of night | @littlemisskittentoes | E | 3.8k

“Hm, am I still dreaming, or is there a very pretty boy playing with me under the covers?” Alex’s voice is gruff. Its edges are coated in lingering sleep, and the drowsy-slow pull of the words slows them to a deeper accent than he usually lets slip through. The syrupy drawl skitters the length of Henry’s spine.

or, Henry knows he can always rely on Alex to tire him out when sleep is far off.

If We're Caught in a Wave (I Will Carry You Over) | @sparklepocalypse | E | 5.9k

There it is, up ahead – the small island just offshore, with Alex’s favorite broad, flat stone outcropping, perfect for sunning himself in seclusion. He splashes into the shallows and dives in when the water’s up to his knees, and it’s a matter of maybe a minute’s swim to reach the island. Alex finds his footing among the sand and pebbles, pulls himself upright, and shakes the water out of his hair, then pushes it back from his face. He can practically hear the outcropping calling to him -- you know, if inanimate rock could speak.

Alex stretches, his mid-back satisfyingly popping, and then skirts his way between some larger rocks until his sunning rock is in view. Except – there’s someone already on the outcropping, their short blond hair shimmering in the sunshine, the upper slant of their shoulders visible from where Alex is standing.

(Movie or Bookverse AU; Alex rents a remote beach house and Henry is a cecaelia.)

What I Need Tonight | @sparklepocalypse (again, always, etc.) | E | 3.5k

It’s two in the morning on a Tuesday when the clatter of something hitting the bathroom floor startles Henry awake. At first, his groggy mind assumes it’s Alex – but then Alex snuffles in his sleep behind him and tightens his arms around Henry’s waist.

There’s another clatter, and then a shuffling noise, and Henry’s eyes widen. He reaches back and grabs Alex’s thigh, shaking him.

(A temporal folding M/M/M AU that takes place post-canon but pre-bonus chapter.)

It's Called Tact, Fuck-Rag! | largepeachicedtea | E | 12.8k

Texas had been an odd choice, some might say. Henry thinks it's perfect. College is a time to go crazy, after all. A Scream AU

when he walks in (i am loved) | @kill8a | E | 10.3k

Henry has chores. They’re chores he’s allocated to himself, ones he loves to do in his free time, when he’s home alone. But he can’t keep thinking about Alex, what he did to him this morning, and it proves to be a distraction.

or, henry gets well fucked and well loved.

[ My final rec is for the four-part series please, please have me by @everwitch-magiks; the total word count is 29.7k. I really love the summaries for each installment, so I've included 'em all.]

Hope and Glory | E | 3.5k

Any moment now, that door will open again and another man will enter, another stranger will bare himself and quietly slot himself into the hole in the wooden panel. And Henry will swallow him down, willingly, greedily. He will use his mouth and his tongue and both of his hands, and he will lose himself in every little sound, every low groan and trembling whimper, every sharp intake of breath. He will bring the stranger to the brink and then over it, will smile faintly as feels the man pulsing in between his hands, will brush a chaste kiss against the tip before he lets go.

Henry joins an exclusive, members only sex club and lives out an impossible fantasy. Along the way, he forms a connection with an enigmatic lover.

Everything I Never Thought I'd Ever Find | E | 5.3k

The man is rubbing his length alongside Alex's as promised, his breathing heavy as Alex engages him in a series of wild, open-mouthed kisses, all teeth and tongue, give and take. Alex is shaking with want as he struggles to keep his arms still, to keep kissing, to keep himself from losing control entirely, to be good. God, he wants to be good.

Alex had never dared to hope that his sexual escapades with an irresistible stranger could turn into so much more.

That Look In Your Eyes | E | 4.7k

They’re trying something new. It’s a bit of an indulgence on Henry’s part. Earlier that night, he had walked into the now familiar room to find Alex as utterly irresistible as always: naked and blindfolded and so impossibly willing, so wonderfully eager. In that exact moment, Henry had decided that it was time for something a little bit different.

One brief but intriguing conversation later, Henry had been very pleased to pull the silk scarf from his own neck. Clearly, they'd just found a better use for it.

When The Time Is Right | E | 16.1k

“Maybe I could challenge you more,” Henry suggests, his eyes carefully trained on Alex. “And hold you accountable for longer. How does that sound?” “That sounds fucking amazing,” Alex tells him, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. That. Please.” “Alright, then.” Henry offers him a sly grin. “Alex, love. You just gave me a wonderful idea.” It’s really something, how quickly Alex’s heartbeat picks up. “Oh? Do tell.” Henry’s grin widens. He looks alarmingly pleased with himself. “How would you feel about a staycation?”

When Alex asks Henry for something a little more intense in the bedroom, they end up taking more than just their sex life to the next level.

I've got another post in the works with some longer fics that are a mixture of all types of themes, ratings, and so on.

Feel free to request fic recs anytime!

XOXO,

Amy | NoCoastPosts

[soulofapatrick]

Freeze Time - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader 

Summary: Late night noodles leads to blowjobs

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: blowjobs; gay; semi-smut; fluff

Notes: I have no idea how noodles led to a blowjob but enjoy

Y/N’s POV

The White House is a far cry from the familiarity and grandeur of Kensington Palace. As I walk in, I’m immediately struck by its simplicity and functionality. The walls are painted a clean, crisp white, and the countertops gleam under the bright overhead lights. The stainless steel appliances stand in stark contrast to the ornate furnishings I’m accustom to at home. The kitchen is spacious, with enough room for a team of chefs to prepare meals for the First Family and their guests. It’s well-organised space, with pots and pans neatly hung on the walls, and a long island in the centre where ingredients are laid out for easy access. It feels more like a professional culinary workspace than a royal palace kitchen. 

I pull out a stool and take a seat at the island, the cool surface beneath my hands a stark reminder that I’m far from the comforts of Kensington. The White House kitchen is an oasis of tranquility compared to the perpetual hustle and bustle of Kensington Palace. Here, in the heart of American power, the quietude is striking. The silence is almost reverent, as if the walls themselves are whispering tales of history and diplomacy. 

Gone are the echoes of footfalls and the distant hum of activity that I’ve grown so accustomed to the corridors of Kensington. In this austere American kitchen, the only sounds that break the silence are the gentle clinking of utensils and the soft sizzle of something cooking on the stove. One lonely cook stays behind, making me some noodles with a soft smile on her face as if she loves her job more than anything else. It’s a stark contrast to the constant movement and chatter that fills the air at home. 

One lonely cook stays behind, her presence a reassuring island in the sea of quietude. She moves with a graceful efficiency, her every action precise and deliberate. Her eyes meet mine, and there's a warmth in her gaze, as if she finds solace in her solitary late-night task. It's as though she loves her job more than anything else, and in that moment, I can't help but admire her dedication. 

With a soft smile, she places a steaming bowl of chicken ramen in front of me. The aroma is intoxicating, the rich scent of broth mingling with the savoury notes of chicken and herbs. The steam curls upwards, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace, dispelling the chill that had settled in my bones. 

I thank her, and she nods before retreating, her footsteps fading into the background as she leaves me alone with the bowl of ramen. As I take the first bite, the flavours explode in my mouth, each ingredient perfectly balanced. The noodles are tender but still have a satisfying bite, and the brother is a symphony of umami, with hints of soy sauce and ginger. It’s a taste of comfort, a reminder of being home and having late night meals with Henry and Bea, and I savour it with every spoonful. 

Just as I’m lost in the delicious embrace of the ramen, I hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching. I turn to see Alex, my heart quickening at the sight of him. His disheveled hair and causal attire are a stark contrast to the polished image he presents to the world. In this quiet, intimate moment, he’s just Alex. 

He smiles as he approaches, his eyes lighting up when he sees the ramen in front of me, ‘Late night noodles, huh?” 

As Alex takes a seat beside me, our shoulders brushing against each other, a warm and tingling sensation spreads through me. It’s as if the simple act of siting next to each other has the poser to chase away any lingering shadows of loneliness or uncertainty. In this moment, the world outside the White House kitchen fades into insignificance, and it’s just the two of us. I watch him with a fondness that never seems to wane, even after all this time. His disheveled hair, slightly tousled from the busy day, only adds to his charm. Gone is the meticulously styles appearance he wears for public events, replaced by a more relaxed and authentic version of Alex. 

He shoots me a mischievous grin as he reaches for a fork and playfully swipes a mouthful of my ramen. His russet eyes meet mine, and there’s a spark of playful flirtation in them, a reminder of the chemistry that has always crackles between us, “Late night noodles are elite.” 

His presence is magnetic, drawing me closer despite the narrow divide between us. I catch a whiff of his familiar scent, a combination of his cologne and the subtle traces of the day’s activities. It’s a scent that’s uniquely his, comforting and inviting. 

As our knees touch under the table, he leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to my ear, “You know, Y/N.” He murmurs, his voice a velvety whisper that sends shivers down my spine, hand large hand falling to my thigh and sending a jolt through me, “I’ve always thought you look especially irresistible when you're enjoying a good bowl of ramen.”

As my cheeks burn with the heat of Alex’s bold statement, his large, warm hand finds its way to my thigh, sending an electrifying jolt through my body. The intimacy of the touch sends my heart racing, and I can’t help but respond to the magnetic pull between us. I turn to him, my breath hitching as I lock eyes with him again. The velvety timbre of his voice still lingers in my ears, and the unspoken desire smoulders in the air. There’s a raw and undeniable chemistry that has always existed between us, and in this moment, it’s impossible to resist. 

With shared intent, we finish the last bites of the ramen, the flavours a backdrop to the escalating tension between us. As the empty bowl is set aside, Alex’s lips find their way to my neck, leaving soft, tentative kisses in their wake. My skin tingles with each gentle press of his lips, and I can feel his warm breath against my sensitive flesh. 

My fingers find their way into his hair, entwining in the soft strands. With a desperate urgently, I yank him closer, my lips seeking his in a kiss that’s fierce and unrelenting. Our mouths crash together, a tumultuous storm of longing and desire. The taste of ramen lingers on our lips as we devour each other, the tension that had simmered between us now ignited into a passionate blaze. His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, seeking entrance, and I part my lips eagerly, granting him access. The sensation of his tongue mingling with mine sends a shiver down my spine, and I respond in kind, our mouths locked in a passionate dance that knows no restraint. 

But the, as if overcome by a sudden burst of desire and urgency, Alex pulls away, his eyes  dark and smouldering. He murmurs huskily, his voice laced with longing, “We should take this to the bedroom.” 

His words send a jolt of anticipation through me, and before I can even respond, he grabs my hand with an eagerness that matches my own. Without hesitation, we sprint down the quiet halls of the White House, our footsteps echoing almost too loud in the stillness of the night. Up the stairs we go, each step bringing us closer and closer to his room. The thrill of our urgency intensifies with each step up the grand staircase, my heart racing in tandem with our hurried ascent. The quiet elegance of the White House feels worlds away as we sprint through its hallowed halls, driven by an irresistible need for each other. 

As we reach his bedroom door, Alex doesn’t waste a moment. With a fiery passion that mirrors my own, he shoves me gently against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless and dizzy. It’s a kiss that tastes of desire, need, and the years of longing we’ve shared. Our lips move fervently against each other's, a symphony of heat and hunger, and in this stolen moment, I can't help but marvel at the intensity of our connection

With a deft hand, Alex fumbles for the doorknob, his urgency clear as he pushes it open and ushers me inside the bedroom. The soft lamplight casts a warm glow, revealing a room that is very much Alex. Before I can really take in the room Alex’s lips claim mine and he’s guiding me backwards until my thighs hit his bed, and we tumble down together in a tangle of limbs. 

Giggle and gasps escape our lips as we fall onto the soft mattress, the weight of Alex landing on top of me. The bed dips beneath us, and we’re a mess of arms and legs, tangled together in our fervour. The laughter that bubbles up between kisses is infectious, a testament to the joy the fills our hearts in these stolen moments of intimacy. Alex’s hands start their slow descent. With a deliberate slowness that heightens the anticipation, his fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, one button at a time, each revealing a bit more of my skin beneath. 

His lips, still flushed with desire and tasting of the sweet promise of our connection, following the path his hands take. They leave a trail of delicate kisses along my chest, the warmth of his mouth igniting a fire within me. It’s as if each kiss is a silent declaration of his love and longing, a testament to the tenderness we share. 

With a final, lingering kiss at my navel, Alex’s attention shifts lower. His fingers dance skilfully over the button of my jeans, and he slowly, tantalisingly, eases them open. The fabric gives way, revealing the growing desire that has been building beneath. It draws a gasp from me when he traces a line of hot, moist kisses along the exposed skin of my hips, his breath coming in soft pants against my flesh. I raise my hips slightly to aid n their removal, allowing him to slide them down my legs and cast them aside, leaving me in just my boxers before him. 

With a gaze that’s both intense and loving, Alex takes in the sight before him. His russet eyes are almost black as they slide over my body as if I was carved by gods, settling on the bulge in my boxers that is nowhere near going away, especially when he looks at me like that, his hunger palpable. But he doesn’t rush. Instead, he savours the moment, the intimacy. 

His lips, warm and moist, continue their journey upward, tracing a path of kisses up my inner thighs. Each touch is a delicate caress, a testament to the desire that courses through our veins. The sensation of his breath against my flesh sends a thrill of excitement through me, and I arch my back, offering myself to him without reservation. That’s all it takes for him to practically rip my boxers down my legs and throwing them aside. I raise myself to my elbows to watch him, watching the way his face as he stares my throbbing erection, pressed against my stomach. Lust glimmers in his eyes, the intensity of his desire reflected in their depth. His love for me is evident in the tenderness of his touch, and there’s an unspoken promise that goes beyond physical. 

But I also see something else in his eyes, a hint of fear and nervousness that tugs at my heart. It’s as if he’s baring not just his body but his soul, and the vulnerability of the moment weighs heavily on him. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his anticipation, eyes flickering up to meet mine. 

“You don’t have-“ I can’t even finish the sentence, my breath gets stuck in my throat as he licks a bold stripe up the underside of my dick. His large hands are gripping my hips, rubbing soothing circles into the skin before he kisses the head and I think I die a little. My hands find comfort in his hair, tangling in those dark locks as he goes at his own pace, lips feeling heavenly. He closes his lips around the head, dragging his tongue excessively over the tip, where pre-cum has been dribbling across my lower stomach, drawing an embarrassing sound from my throat. He doesn’t move, just keeps his lips there and I want to push him down but this is… I don’t want to rush Alex. 

“A-Alex please,” I’m whining and the fucker pulls his lips away, looking up at me through those pretty eyelashes, lips parted in a teasing grin, “Stop teasing me.” I’m growling out, gripping his hair almost painfully tight and his eyes flutter for a moment as a sound rumbles in his chest. He meets my gaze and lets his mouth drop open, eyes daring me to do my worst and I think I may have just come then and there. I pull him down the same time I raise my hips, head flying back against the pillows when his throat constricts around me and he lets out a choked sound. 

That’s all he needs to take control, hands finding my hips and gripping hard enough to promise bruises in the morning as he finds a steady rhythm and I loosen my grip on his hair, letting him set the pace. That pit in my stomach starting to tighten and my hips jerk as much as his hands allow, his tongue doing dirty dirty things, making my thighs tighten around his shoulders. 

“A-Alex-“ I tug on his hair in warning and instead of pulling off he loosens his throat and fuck, that’s all it takes. I’m spurting white hot ropes down his throat, his name dying in my throat as my hips jerk and my thighs shake. He stays there, mouth open, lips flush and looking up at me with the most innocent eyes as if he isn’t currently blowing one of the Princes of England. 

I finally let his hair go, letting him pull away and expecting him to go spit in the toilet but instead he’s swallowing and licking his lips, a knowing grin on his face. 

“We should have done that much sooner.” He’s murmuring, chest heaving a little and all I can do is stare at him, brain fogged with everything Alex. The way he’s leaning over me, fingers brushing over my cheek gently and a look in his eyes that I always want to see. It's not quite love in its full bloom, but it's on its way there, and I want nothing more than to stay in this moment forever. 

“Can we just freeze time?” I whispers he words escaping before I can even think, fingers playing with the soft tufts of hair at the base of his scalp. 

Alex’s smile in response is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. It’s a smile that makes my heart swell with warmth and happiness, a smile that reassures me that we’re exactly where we’re meant to be. And then, without a word, his lips find mine in a kiss that speaks of everything we are and everything we’re becoming, a kiss that leaves me breathless and yearning for more. 

Tears spring to my eyes as our lips part, the intensity of the kiss leaving me emotionally overwhelmed. Alex, ever attuned to my feelings, brushes one the tears away with his thumb, his touch gentle and reassuring. His voice is a soft murmur against my ear as he whispers, “Sure, we can freeze time for a while.” 

It’s a promise and it soothes the storm of emotions raging within me. With a tenderness that speaks of his devotion to me, he shifts to lays beside me, our bodies pressed close. His forehead meets my cheek, a gesture of affection that feels like a warm embrace and he’s pulling the duvet over us, “We’ll freeze time for as long as you like.”

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[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

(Dil)Do It Yourself

RWRB | E | 16.6K | Now Complete, Start Here

Key Tags: Alternate Universe, Strangers to Lovers, Meet-Cute, Smut, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Feelings

Summary:

“Listen,” Nora starts, turning her body once more so that she’s sitting sideways in the chair with her legs thrown across the armrest. “I did the math. There’s a 79% chance you’re gonna become a slut to the power of the prostate, and while we’re not dating anymore, it’s my duty as your fellow slutty bisexual to get this party started.” Or, when Nora drags Alex to a holiday dildo workshop, he doesn’t expect to find someone to use it with.

I'm going to be honest: I'm really proud of this work and it's kind of beautiful that it's my final fic of the year—I feel like it really shows my growth and strengths as a writer. I hope y'all love it half as much as I do :) It's fully written and chapters will be updated throughout the next week!

[judasofsuburbia]

king of my heart, body, and soul || firstprince smut

rating: explicit || pairing: alex claremont-diaz/henry fox-mountchristen-windsor || word count: 2624 || read here 

summary:

“Did you finally find what you so rudely abandoned me for?” Henry says with a pout.

“Hush, you big baby,” Alex chides as he fiddles with the object in his hand. It’s a tube of… lipstick?

or: in the midst of sleepy delirium, alex writes the word “king” in red lipstick on henry’s chest and they go a smidge insane over it.

[siriuslyblack12]

a drabble i wrote inspired by casey’s prince henry ama!!

“I can’t believe this does it for you,” Henry says matter-of-factly.

Alex can’t quite believe it either. Alas, he is only a man, weak to the impossible charm of his boyfriend. Especially when said boyfriend is wearing cowboy boots, jeans so tight they may as well be painted on, a flannel shirt and a stetson.

“Fuck,” Alex mutters, making Henry’s smile grow wider. “Baby, you look incredible.”

“I feel a bit silly, if i’m honest,” Henry says.

“You look like sex on legs, hen,” Alex says with a frown, fisting a hand through his hair. Henry is still standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest with his eyes firmly fixed on alex, who is laid back on soft bedsheets already palming himself through his sweatpants. “Fuck, c’mere.”

Henry obeys happily. He crosses the room with an almost unnoticeable skip on his step, falling on to the bed and crawling until he sits near alex‘s legs. Unable to take a moment longer apart, Alex pulls him forward by the hips until Henry’s legs straddle him - and if this wasn’t already one of the hottest sights he’s seen, he may have crumbled then and there. He lets his thumbs draw circles on Henry’s hips for a moment as his eyes greedily take in the sight, and he feels Henry’s arms wrap around his shoulders sweetly.

"I can’t explain it," Alex says, almost to himself. “You’re just… so fucking sexy, sweetheart. I can’t get enough.”

“If I'd have known you'd react like this, I'd have worn this a lot sooner," Henry says with a soft smile and blush rising on his cheeks.

“And I'd have had a heart attack,” Alex shoots back. “Do you want to kill me?”

“I suppose not,” henry says with a thoughtful look in his eyes, before leaning forward and letting their lips brush together gently. It's soft, teasing, intimate: slow because they both know they're not in a rush. They have all the time in the world. They can be vulnerable with each other, sweet, movements aching and belaboured as they kiss over and over, with neither of them ever getting sick of it. Their kiss becomes more heated - hands roaming freely, tongues dancing, Alex's teeth biting softly at Henry's lips - but there's still a tenderness to it that makes Alex's heart burst.

Henry pulls back for a moment, throughouly flushed and already half-hard, "How the hell will you survive moving back to Austin? You know I'll have to wear stuff like all the time."

Alex smirks, "I'm counting on it, baby."

"We are never going to finish renovating the house if you're as horny as this," Henry says, his stupid, posh accent making the words sound even more scandalous than they are.

Alex groans, pinching Henry's hips, "You complaining?"

Henry scoffs, "Of course not, love. I'm just worried for you're productivity."

"There's bigger things to worry about right now."

Henry leans forward to press a few kisses against Alex's mouth, smiling into it before raising an eyebrow at him, "Was that a dick joke, Alexander?"

"Why yes it was, Your Majesty," Alex mocks with a frankly terrible impression of Henry's accent. After all these years of living together, sharing a home and a life, he is still no better at it. "Now, are you going to put those riding boots to good use?"

[myheartalivewrites]

Smutsgiving 2023!

Happy smutsgiving to all who celebrate! I have never written a drabble in my life, and did not quite succeed today. Down below the cut you'll find something in the neighbourhood of 100 filthy words. No gods, no masters✌️

Picture: Kensington Palace, post Wimbledon.

“He touches and touches until he brings Henry to another brink with only his fingertips, only his breath on the inside of his thighs, the promise of Alex’s mouth where he’d pressed his fingers before.” (Red, White & Royal Blue)

Alex raises his hands to Henry’s cheeks, pulling them apart; the ghost of his breath on Henry’s hole making him shiver again.

He doesn’t think. He’s not done this before, but Henry is completely melted underneath him, pink and soft and glistening, and when Alex lowers his mouth to him he mewls like it might be too much, while at the same time spreading his legs further and arching into Alex’s mouth.

Alex works his tongue around and into him, the feeling so fucking heady it makes him ache. Henry’s moans turn into sobs, but he’s still offering himself up to Alex’s mouth, so he keeps going until—

“Alex, fuck me. Please. I need you to.”

Hope you're suitably blushing in the middle of your family gatherings lol (or alone time, or normal work day if you're not in the US!)

[wordsofhoneydew]

IT’S WEDNESDAY MY DUDES

here is the extended version of Henry’s wet dream!! might post this little ficlet on ao3, what do y’all think??

thank you for the tag <3 @firenati0n @littlemisskittentoes @getmehighonmagic

enjoy!

Fire. That's all Henry felt as his body pressed flush against the other’s, their naked chests rubbing up against each other feverishly, slicked in sweat. It felt so real: the burn, the unbridled passion that emerged between their bodies. The exchange of their energies to each other.

There were no words shared between them—there didn’t need to be. Henry looked into his brown eyes, relishing in the attention from them. Those eyes that he had seen in his dreams so many times before they’d become almost as familiar as his own. That’s what they felt like in a way. His own.

Henry threw his head back as he felt the other man lick down his neck and over his pulse point while his hands were firmly wrapped around both of them, pumping their lengths furiously—the movement of his hands and the thrusts of Henry’s hips both sloppy and inexorable. He lets out a moan and the man increases the flick of his wrist, running his thumb over Henry’s achingly red, leaking tip. He was edging closer and closer with each pump, both of their bodies beginning to sweat more, sliding against each other faster—it was all becoming too much for Henry.

He threaded his fingers through the man’s dark curls, pulling as the coil in his stomach grew stronger. Henry pressed their lips together heatedly, teeth clanking and tongues dancing with one another. Henry wasted no time pouring his loud, drawn out whimpers into his mouth, having them swallowed without hesitation. The pure ecstasy that coursed through his veins, pumping its way to his head, made Henry feel so lost in the most unrivaled way possible.

The man’s body blanketed Henry’s as they both let go, the shivers of their vigorous orgasms taking over both of their bodies. They look into each other’s eyes, and it's buoyant, weightless, nothing and everything all at once.

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henry: do you think you can hold onto this for tonight?

alex, cockily flipping his hat on: this?

henry: you’re vile

quote from: three is the magic number! on ao3

[hyunjin-amore]

Henry fox x top male reader (smut)

🤍 Henry Fox was always a mystic, a reclusive individual with mysterious origins and a natural grace and charm. Although he had gained some notoriety, he had never truly been in demand. Well, until the day he ran into the most well-liked M/N.

🤍 While on a trip, M/N discovered a manuscript. Henry Fox was portrayed as a daring, handsome, and extremely dangerous man. This M/N was interested in learning more, so he set out to find the man who had been the subject of many bizarre rumors.

🤍 He came upon a windswept hilltop at twilight, where Henry stood by himself, taking in the pink dusk sky. They drove together the whole length of the soggy, two-lane street until a desire began to grow between them. Henry gently lifted M/N into his strong arms and lowered him onto a bed of wildflowers, causing their skins to tingle as if they were drawn to each other's touch.

🤍Henry was mesmerized by the M/N's intense gaze as they explored each other's bodies with kisses, tugs, and explorations as pleasurable whispers resounded through the night sky.

🤍 After a long and blissful night that deepened their unbreakable bond, the reader knew he would never be able to think of Henry without feeling a fierce passion when the first light faded.

🤍 Henry Fox had become the reader's smut from that night on, and his mysterious figure was inextricably linked to his imagination.

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Made To Be Mine | E | 3.6k

“On your knees.”

Henry watches Alex sink down without a second thought and knows that he’ll never grow used to the sight of Alex kneeling before him. His whip-smart mouth is completely silent, his eyelashes fanning out as he blinks slowly. He’s totally malleable like this, ready to bend and fold without any resistance.

For the briefest moment, Henry struggles to maintain his hardened exterior. The knowledge that no one else will have Alex like this makes him melt inside. Still, he keeps his resolve, motivated and determined to give the man in front of him exactly what he needs.

No one else, Henry thinks, no one else.

This is round three of Soft Dom Henry and Sub Alex, but this time it’s from Henry’s POV.

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[sparklepocalypse]

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More of He Thinks My Tractor's Sexy for you -- and even though it's past midnight, I'm still counting it as Wednesday because I am still awake. 🤣

Alex extends a hand. “Give me your phone,” he says, beckoning with his fingertips. Henry unlocks it and hands it over, watching Alex’s hands as he navigates to the messaging app and sends himself a text. When Alex returns his mobile, Henry catches a glimpse of the message and chuckles. “Hot Farmer Henry?” “I mean…” Alex gestures meaningfully at Henry. “I’m not one to mince words, Henry. You are both a farmer and very nice to look at, so. Hot Farmer Henry, until I know your last name.” He tilts his head, considering. “Probably afterward, too.” “It’s Fox,” Henry laughs. Christ; Alex is funny, charming, and gorgeous – if he’s hung as well, Henry’s a goner. “I don’t know yours either. Suppose I ought to come up with a superlative for you as well?” “Claremont-Diaz,” Alex replies. “And call me whatever you want, sweetheart. Just be sure to call me.” He winks, and Henry very casually grabs the support pole of his Easy Up market tent to help himself remain upright. “I’ll see you later, Henry.” “You will,” Henry agrees.

[soulofapatrick]

Secret's Out - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: Henry comes to visit you at the Lake House to take a break from studying

Words: 1.8k 

Warnings: None really, heavy making out

Notes: I have one more Henry story in the works then an Alex one

Y/N’s POV

The summer sun bathes everything in a warm, golden glow as I sit by the window of the lake house, my heart beating a little faster with each passing moment. This place has become my refuge for the past few months, a quiet haven where I’ve immersed myself in my studies, allowing me to escape the world and focus. 

My heart and mind have been a whirlwind of emotions ever since I realised just how strong my feelings for Prince Henry were and how Henry wasn’t ready to tell the world. He wasn’t ready to share our relationship with the world, and even though it ached inside, I had agreed to wait patiently. Love is not about rushing someone; it’s about giving them the time they need to find their own comfort. 

A soft knock on the door rouses me from my thought, and I find Alex, my older brother standing there with a knowing smile. He’s been my confidant throughout this journey,, the one who’s listened to my heartache and dreams. 

“Hey Mouse,” Alex Alex's mischievous grin is enough to make my insides twist with a combination of nervousness and excitement. The nickname has stuck with me since childhood, a playful jab at my somewhat introverted nature. But today, hearing it from Alex feels different, almost like he knows something that I don't. "Ready for some company?”

“Company?” I respond, my attempt at casualness belying the fluttering nerves that seem to have taken residence in my stomach. My heart beats a little faster, and I wonder what Alex is up to this time. 

As I watch him step into the room, his vibrant energy filling the space, I can't help but wonder what my wild-child of a brother has in store for me today. Alex has been persistent in his efforts to drag me away from my books and studies, insisting that I need a break. Little does he know, this very house is where I feel closest to Henry, where I yearn for him the most, as it became our secret sanctuary a few months ago.

“I have a surprise for you.” Alex announces, his grin growing even wider. I raise an eyebrow at him, my curiosity fully engaged now. 

“A surprise?” I I echo, the corners of my lips tugging into a reluctant smile.

“Close your eyes.” He instructs, and although a part of me screams to hold onto my reservations, I comply. I shut my eyes tightly, letting my other senses take over. The rustling of fabric and the faint sound of footsteps gradually diminish as Alex seemingly exits the room. 

My world becomes a canvas of darkness, and my ears become hyper-aware of every little sound around me. There’s a quiet hush in the room, the kind of silence that’s laden with anticipation. I can almost sense the air shifting as Alex’s energetic presence departs. The room growing still, almost expectant, until a new set of footsteps grace the floorboards. These are softer, more measured, yet they send my heart into a frenzy. They’re familiar, like a melody that’s been etched into my memory. They’re the kind of footsteps that I’ve been longing to hear for four months - Henry’s footsteps. 

My heart skips a beat, and a rush of emotions floods through me. The surprise Alex had promised is becoming clearer, and my pulse quickens with every delicate football that draws nearer. It’s as if the distance between us is shrinking, and in this cocoon of darkness, I can feel him coming closer to me.  The soft steps seem to echo in the silence, a rhythm that syncs with the thrumming of my heart. They’re cautious yet purposeful, as if he's taking his time, just like he always does. I hold my breath, my body tensing with anticipation. The darkness behind my closed eyes feels heavy, but his presence in the room is almost tangible

And then, it happens. 

His presence envelopes me like a warm embrace, and the world outside of this room fades into obscurity. I sense his closeness, his warmth, and then I feel his breath, sweet and familiar, brushing lightly against my lips. Time itself seeming to hold its breath as our lips meet, and it’s as if every moment of separation melts away. His kiss is gentle but filled with a longing that matches my own, a testament to the months we’ve spent apart. 

His hands find their place on my face, cupping my cheeks tenderly, guiding me to my feet as if I were a delicate treasure he’s been yearning to hold. It’s a sensation that’s both electrifying and soothing, like coming home after a long and arduous journey. My lips parting slightly beneath his, welcoming him with an intensity that mirrors the love we share. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, whispering promises of the moments we’ve missed and those yet to come. There’s a sense of completeness, of being in the arms of the one person who truly understands me. 

As our lips linger in that tender, perfect moment, I feel like I’m floating in a sea of emotions. It’s a kiss that defies the bounds of time and space, a kiss that shakes off all the stress and anxiety from studying. 

But then, with a gentle and lingering touch, Henry breaks the kiss. His lips part from mine, but his thumb continues to stroke my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He looks at me with bright blue eyes, glistening with affection and longing, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. 

“Hey,” he greets me quietly, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile, scared moment we’ve created. 

“Hey,” I respond, my voice barely above a whisper matching the intimacy of the moment. There’s no need for grand declarations or elaborate words. He’s here, standing in front of me, and that’s all I need right now. 

Without a second thought, I stumble forward, closing the gap between us and wrapping my arms around him. I rest my head on his shoulder, finding solace in the familiar scent of his cologne, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the sensation of being enveloped in his warmth. Henry’s fingers gently card through my hair, a soothing gesture that sends ripples of comfort down my spine. It’s as if he’s trying to convey all the words he can’t express in this moment through the gentle caress of his touch. 

In a hushed murmur, he whispers soothing words, his voice a melody that dances through my ears, “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart.” He murmurs, lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, “I love you, more than words can say. I’m so proud of you.” His words hold an intimacy that goes beyond mere declaration of love, a connection that has thrived despite the challenges and secrets that have defined our relationship. 

Before I can respond, henry’s lips find mine once more. And the world narrows down to the sweet sensation of our mouths meeting. His lips move against mine with a gentle urgency, as if trying to convey all the emotions he’s held inside during the distance between us. His hands are on my hips, guiding me backwards until my back hits the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat and intensity of the kiss. It’s a welcomed juxtaposition, grounding me in the reality of this moment, where the cool surface supports me as henry’s body presses firmly against mine. 

His lean, muscular form moulds against my own, and every point of contact sends electric shocks through me. I can feel the powerful rhythm of his heart, the warmth of his skin, and the strength of his embrace. It’s as if our bodies are trying to memories every curve and contour, as if they’re saying ‘this is how you fit with me, this is how we belong together.’

Henry’s hands roam my body with a touch that’s both tender and possessive. They glide over my waist, up my back and down to my hips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. A strangled sound is swallowed when he rocks my hips forwards, erections rubbing in a delicious friction as he murmurs against my skin, “Fuck me Darling, I’ve missed you.” 

His lips leave mine in a slow, tantalising descent, trailing down my neck, one of his hands finding it’s way to my unruly locks and tugging almost painful to expose my neck. The sensation is almost painful, but the intensity of the desire that courses through me is undeniable. I arch my neck even further, silently inviting him to leave his mark, to claim me in this secret moment. 

His lips make contact, and the world seems to spin as a combination of pleasure and yearning courses through me. Henry’s lips are both soft and demanding, creating a sensation that’s nearly maddening. The pressure of his kiss sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the heat building between us, a wildfire of longing. His lips lingering for a moment, leaving a mark, a hickey, a visible testament of our stolen passion. 

And then, with a hunger that matches my own, he draws me back into a heated kiss, our mouths colliding almost bruisingly. His tongue brushes against my lips, seeking entrance, and I part them willingly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Our tongues engage in a fierce, passionate battle for dominance, each of us seeking to convey the depth of our desire. It’s a dance of raw, unbridled need, a silent proclamation that nothing and no one can come between us.  

Except my Dad. Who is standing in the doorway, grin like a Cheshire Cat, one hand raised to knock. Henry breaks away from me in surprise despite Dad’s presence calm and unbothered, while I try to flatten down my wild hair. I must look like more of a mess than Henry who’s plump lips are kiss-swollen, hair wild, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with love and lust. If Dad wasn’t watching us I think I would jump Henry right here and now. 

“Well,” Dad clears his throat, shaking his head fondly, “Alex and Bea have already made it halfway through the food, I’d hurry up if I were you.” He chuckles, eyes twinkling with amusement, “You can continue this romantic reunion later.” 

“You’re not mad?” I find myself asking, heart almost pounding out of my chest. 

“Of course not Mouse,” Dad’s grin softens into a loving smile, “He’s a good one, don’t lose him.” 

And with that, Dad turns and leave the room, leaving me and Henry to stare at each other, processing what dad’s said. 

“I fucking love you.” I grin at Henry, watching the way his shoulders slump with relief.

“I love fucking you.”

“Henry!”

He runs off giggling and I can't help but follow, shaking my head with a fond smile.

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it's one of those 2 am wip wednesdays

alright so this will be for i think what will be the 2nd one (unless the junora gets done first) for the series not-so-much one nigh stands cuz the first one (firstprince) was posted monday - this series is gonna get it's own wed and sun banners which are really just redos of the banner i'm plannin to use for all the

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Liam falls back onto the bed when Percy guides him to it, the sheets beneath him feel absolutely decadent, maybe even better than the ones at Alex and Henry’s that he knows Henry’s friend picked out for them. Liam is luxuriating in the feel of the sheets against the skin he has bared, when Percy climbs onto the bed and leans over him. Percy’s mouth latches onto his nipple and he arches his back into the feel. Percy kisses his way up Liam’s chest and finds the spot at the base of his throat that always drives him mad, it’s a combination of ticklish and erotic that never fails to send shivers down his spine. “Oh fuck,” falls from his lips as he tries to bring Percy’s mouth back to his. Unfortunately, Percy has other plans, and he proceeds to nibble and suck his way across Liams clavicle, up the side of his neck until he finds the spot just behind his ear that makes him melt. Somehow this man is working his body, finding all his weaknesses as if he has an instruction manual. Liam finally gets Percy’s mouth back on his and his he remembers why he agreed to join him here after the club. This man can kiss better than any he’s ever kissed, it’s almost as if his lips are a drug that he can’t get enough of. The taste of the gloss that was on his lips is long gone, and his bare lips, are better than any dessert he’s ever had, even better than the tres leches cake Alex made the other day, the one that turned out just like Alex’s abuelas always did when she would visit and feed it to them and practically every neighbor kid. Liam glides his hands down the side of Percy’s body, realizing he somehow is still fully clothed, while Liam is down to very few clothes. He slides his hands under Percy’s shirt and slides it up to pull it over his head. The feel of his skin on Liam’s as he settles onto his chest to kiss him again is heavenly. The kisses continue, and Liam’s lips are so bitten he knows they will be still swollen in the morning, but he can’t find himself to regret any of this in the moment.

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[thiswasinevitable-rwrb]

Their first kiss goes a little bit differently.

[ Movie heights. ]

• • • • • •

"You're as thick as it gets."

Alex knew Henry was upset. He knew it the instant he turned around in the storm of confetti and saw the look on his face. He would have thought Henry was about to be sick, if he hadn't been grinning like the sun just 2.1 seconds ago. Alex knew it in the way Henry pivoted into the crowd to get out of the tent. He knew it as he followed footprints in the snow to the slope of the linden tree, where the branches created a broad umbrella. Thankfully, Alex didn't need to look any further.

And okay, Alex is drunk. Maybe insensitive. He wants to go back to that instant right before midnight, the final seconds of last year, when Henry was beside him, smiling bigger than Alex had ever seen, swaying stiffly because the silly Englishman didn't know how to cut loose...

Alex knew Henry was upset. But he didn't know just how much until he stormed down to him on the little hill of the tree, and narrowed in 2.1 centimeters from Alex's face. Zero, in fact, as Henry gripped Alex's head and captured his lips.

Alex is in no way prepared for how soft Henry's lips are. Nothing has silenced his overactive brain like this before. It tries to catch up and fumbles, wondering if this is some sort of joke but also Henry never jokes like this -

Their mouths open. Their heads tilt in harmony and they slot together like they never left. Alex feels the tip of Henry's tongue on the seam of his lips, and then he's sliding into Alex's mouth. And Alex's jaw is going slack, letting him in. This is like...like smelling food and realizing he's hungry. Realizing he's been ravenous for a long time.

Alex's hands found Henry's waist and swooped around to hold his floating ribs. Henry shuddered and reared back, eyes unfocused while alarm swam in the intoxicated pools.

"I'm. Sorry," he stammered, and Alex could see, one by one, as thoughts and recoil began to slam through Henry's brain. His hands started to fall away from Alex as his eyes diverted to see his way out, to hide from Alex who stood way too close for hiding distance.

Henry begins sliding out of his hands, when Alex tightens his hold. Henry's eyes dart up, mouth on autopilot as he repeated, "I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Alex breathed, and pressed his thumb into the knot of that silly copper tie, holding Henry in position as he claimed his mouth again.

A weak little moan escaped Henry, and Alex was lost, burying that sound into his dreams and chasing for more. Henry took a moment to feel Alex's sincerity, but when he did, his hands raked into Alex's hair. The tingles across his scalp and nape combined with the blunt intimacy of having fingers in his hair and a moan of his own flew right out of his chest as he broke the kiss long enough to turn his head for another. He briefly saw the effect of his voice on Henry, whose brows tilted together in agony, like he would die if Alex didn't keep kissing him.

Alex stepped up the slope, regaining the precious inch he had on the golden boy and being rewarded for it by Henry's hands tugging him ever closer. Like he wanted Alex inside his suit with him, inside his veins.

Their bodies rocked together until Henry's arms slid firmly around Alex's shoulders, holding on as the latter walked them back towards the tree. An exclamation blurted out of Henry when his derriere landed on the arm of a low branch. The surprise opened his legs and Alex stepped between them, hands slipping underneath Henry's suit jacket. One of Henry's hands grasped Alex's lapel, only to splay across the fabric of his shirt over his chest.

Alex had already been hanging heavily between his legs but as his erection began to kick to standing, it moved along Henry's thigh and groin. That hand slipped down Alex's torso as Henry gasped for air--"Oh, fuck,"--and looked vaguely down to follow the sensation between them. That hand moved around Alex's waist, pulling him right against Henry as a leg hooked behind Alex's knee.

Which was good, because at this point, Alex had no idea how to proceed. His brain, or lack thereof, wanted to rut between Henry's legs like a feral teenager, but dry-humping seemed a bit beneath one of Henry's stock...right?

Henry's panting breath was hot on his face, making Alex completely forget that it was, in fact, snowing. Alex's body needed more of him, and as much as he wanted to be some sort of Casanova with better tact, Alex's hips rocked against Henry's pelvis.

Good news: Henry was not above dry-humping.

Less good news: the effect of him gazing at Alex with low lashes, chest heaving, as his hands found the hillocks of his ass to encourage more, fried Alex's brain beyond all reckoning.

He plundered Henry's mouth, more teeth than lips sometimes and Henry took it all. Alex felt Henry's erection and had never wanted something more in his life. He wanted to see it, to feel it on his bare skin, maybe even taste it -

Henry ripped a moan right out of him when he gripped Alex by the hair and drew him down to his throat. Alex was more than happy to kiss, suck, and bite that neck, only regretting not getting the tie and buttons open first.

Alex didn't know if Henry was even aware he was talking, but he heard Henry exhale, "Alex-ah! I want this. Hahh...I want you to remember me. I want to still taste you tomorrow."

Henry's pelvis was trembling. The reality that Alex was making him cum gave him the biggest power trip and the most humbling desire for servitude, he couldn't think. He could only press his forehead to Henry's and watch, trying to keep his own eyes open as Henry's wrecked face and blissful voice ripped his own orgasm from his control.

One might think post-nut clarity would lend some assistance here, but as they panted in each other's faces, and Alex's lips began to drag along Henry's hairline, he decided, "My room. I want to do this all over again."

"Aren't you the host?" Henry blinked at him. Alex understood his meaning: Aren't you supposed to go back to the party?

"My room," he repeated. "Now."

[judasofsuburbia]

even when the faucet runs dry || firstprince domestic bliss

rating: explicit || pairing: alex claremont-diaz and henry fox-mountchristen-windsor || word count: 6771 || read here

summary:

Henry grabs the conditioner and massages it quickly into Alex’s hair while Alex huffs and instructs him to go slower. Henry yanks his hair in response. An embarrassing little groan flows out of Alex’s throat.

“No,” Henry scolds, tilting Alex’s head back into the spray.

“C’mon baby, that was hot,” Alex whines.

“If we don’t get out of this shower soon, I’m gonna eat you,” Henry says simply.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Alex smirks.

or: ten showers throughout alex and henry's domestic life in the brownstone

shoutout @seths-rogens for being a stellar beta and friend!! hope y'all enjoy!!

[england-would-fall]

FANDOM: Red, White & Royal Blue

PAIRING: Alex x Henry

RATING: Explicit

WORD COUNT: 3664

Yours, As a Magnolia (on AO3)