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“Why am I doing this again?” Alex sighed, straightening his tie for the fifth time.
“Because you love Henry and you heard that the crowned bighead didn’t want you there, so your dramatic ass decided you would be there no matter what.” Nora informed him with a laugh.
He was in his room at Buckingham Palace, waiting for someone to come get him for the royal portraits. Nora was on a video chat, his phone propped up on the desk in the room. He was always a little annoyed when they put him in this room when he visited and confused why they wasted energy getting this ready when everyone knew he was going to spend most of his time in Henry’s room, but right now he was happy for it. He liked having this time to freak out in private with only Nora there to help soothe him.
“Well… I wouldn’t put it that way.” Alex said, though he couldn't help but smirk at the idea of how huffy certain people would get about him being in the portrait.
“That’s why I did it for you. You’ll be fine. It’s literally just standing around looking good. You’ve been doing that for years.” Nora teased.
“You always help my ego.” He laughed.
“As if you need help.” She smirked.
There was a knock on the door and Alex took a deep breath immediately.
“This is it, I guess.”
“Have fun.” Nora told him before hanging up.
Alex straightened his tie and looked himself over in the mirror again before heading out of his room. A guard was there and guided him. It was one of the ones that didn’t really talk to him which he actually preferred right now. He was never sure if it was a snobbery thing, like they thought he wasn’t good enough to be in the palace, or if it was a strictness to duty, like they weren’t supposed to talk to anyone of power so that extended to him.
He was almost the last person to arrive, of course the “crowned bighead”, as Nora, and secretly Alex, called them, wasn’t there yet. Philip, Martha, Bea, and Henry were already milling around the small, for palace standards, room. The painter was still setting up. The backdrop was simple crushed velvet.
Alex took another deep breath and looked around, eyes searching for his love. Seeing Henry always soothed him. He finally caught him, which wasn’t hard with the limited people in the room, and didn’t exactly feel soothed. A different kind of feeling spread through him as he looked at Henry wearing his crown.
Of course Alex knew he had a crown and probably saw pictures of him in it before they were together, but it did something to him now. He looked so dignified. Alex wanted to see how much he could do to Henry without the crown coming off.
He very quickly stopped that train of thought because he still had a painting to sit through and he really didn’t want to get hard in front of Henry’s family.
Henry turned from his conversation with his sister and smiled brightly at his boyfriend. He came over and greeted him with a soft kiss, ignoring the noise Philip made.
“You look stunning, darling.“ Henry told him happily.
“So do you.” Alex told him, looking Henry over despite himself.
“Thanks.” Henry chuckled, reaching up to adjust the crown.
Alex just barely managed to stifle a noise of interest at that. An image of Henry, flushed with arousal with the crown askew on his head flashed in Alex’s mind and he quickly shoved it away.
Thankfully he didn’t have to dwell on trying to keep himself occupied long because he felt the energy stiffen and knew who was coming in. He took Henry’s hand as everyone shifted into their places.
The portrait was tedious. Alex didn’t think it’d be thrilling but he hadn’t expected it to be so boring. It was more difficult to not think about the dirty thoughts with how bored he was. There was nothing to occupy his mind since he was just standing there staring at an intense artist who barely talked, so his mind tried to become overrun with dirty thoughts of Henry and his crown.
Alex decided to start planning out his thesis essay to try to get those images clear of his mind. He really didn’t need to get hard surrounded by Henry’s family.
Finally the artist thanked them and the guards led the country's leader out of the room. Philip led his wife out immediately after without saying anything else.
“Charming as always.” Bea chuckled. “I am getting out of this ridiculous dress and then I think we deserve some dessert. Make your own sundae bar in the guest kitchen in an hour?“ She asked the two happily.
“Absolutely.” Henry chuckled and nodded.
Bea smiled and squeezed their arms softly before heading out. Henry smiled as he watched his sister leave. He then turned back to Alex and was surprised by the serious look his boyfriend had. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but Alex spoke before he could.
“My room, ten minutes, crown on.”
Henry knew that tone and felt a flush go through him.
“I think I can do that.” He nodded, trying to seem less affected than he actually was.
Alex straightened up his jacket and nodded before turning and walking out of the room. Henry took a moment and gave the artist a small smile and nod before leaving as well. He had to force himself to walk slowly, normally. He passed a few people and nodded to them respectfully as usual with a smile.
He hoped they didn’t notice how turned on he was.
Finally he made it to Alex’s room and found himself glancing around. He quickly stopped himself since this was ridiculous, he was going to his boyfriend’s room. Everyone knew they were together and this was his home, he could do what he wanted here. He nodded to himself and stood taller as he knocked on the door.
Alex opened it with a smirk.
“Right on time.”
He took a step to the side and Henry walked in. Alex was quick to close and lock the door, then he was on Henry. He kissed him hard and heatedly.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Henry asked between kisses as he worked Alex’s jacket off.
Then he got to work unbuttoning his shirt. Alex’s hands were rougher and more hurried. He de-jacketed Henry and got his shirt half unbuttoned in the time it took Henry to get Alex’s jacket off.
“You in that crown. Fuck, it drove me crazy.” Alex informed him.
He moved to bite along Henry’s neck.
“Really?” Henry chuckled, arching his neck up for him. “You really fancy it?”
“I more than fancy it.”
Alex shoved Henry onto his bed and the prince was surprised, not having realized how close they were to it. His crown went askew as he caught himself on his elbows.
His shirt was undone to his belly button, showing off his chest, his legs were spread wide, and the crown dipped low onto his forehead. It was like the mental image Alex was trying to not see during the portrait had jumped right out into real life. He growled and yanked his shirt off. He threw it down as Henry watched him with pupils blown wide.
“I am going to ravage you.” Alex informed his boyfriend.
He kicked his shoes off as he said it. Henry felt his cock twitch in his pants and quickly moved his hands to get them off.
“I suppose you want the crown to stay on.” He smirked.
“The crown and nothing else.” Alex nodded.
He kicked his pants off, not caring when they went flying. Henry smiled, even though they had been together for awhile and frequently had sex, he still liked knowing how much he could turn Alex on.
Henry quickly got the rest of his clothes off before moving further back on the bed. Alex pounced as soon as he was naked as well. He pinned Henry to the bed, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Alex easily slid between Henry's legs, the paler man spreading them for him.
Henry wrapped his legs around Alex's waist as he tangled his hands in the dark hair. The American moaned, smiling into the kiss. He loved when Henry grabbed his hair, sometimes, when they were apart, he got off just to the memories of those talented hands making a mess of his hair. Henry rolled his hips up against Alex, making them both moan at the friction.
“Fuck, you are so fucking hot.” Alex groaned into the kiss.
He moved away to kiss and bite at his neck, too turned on to stay in one position for too long. His hands trailed all over, not mapping so much as skimming every line and angle of him.
“If I’d have known this reaction, I would have sent you pictures of me in the crown before.” Henry teased, voice breathless as he arched his neck up.
“I am going to take fucking pictures of you in that fucking crown before I leave.” Alex informed him.
He punctuated the sentence with a harsh bite to the middle of Henry’s neck. It was too high up for him to be able to easily cover it, something they had explicitly been warned about… but neither really gave a fuck.
Henry moaned out loudly, yanking Alex's hair.
“Later, right now you need to fuck me.” He said breathlessly.
“Fucking love when you get commanding.” Alex smirked.
He kissed over the bite before pulling away so he could grab the lube.
“You need me to prep you?” He wondered as he fumbled to get it.
“No, you fucked me really good this morning.” Henry smirked back.
He trailed his fingers down his torso before slipping between his thighs to tease the ring of muscles. Alex forgot all about the lube as he watched his boyfriend.
“Fuck, Henry.” He moaned softly.
“Hopefully.” Henry winked back.
Alex laughed as he quickly grabbed the lube and crawled back over.
“Definitely. I want you seeing stars.” He informed Henry, using one of his thumbs to pop open the lube.
He made quick work of covering his shaft, wiping the excess off on Henry's hole. Henry moved the bottle to the nightstand before bringing his knees to his chest.
“There's my good boy.” Alex smiled, trailing his cock along Henry's crack. “So flexible, so willing for me.”
“I really fucking am, and also smart. I know you're stalling because you're going to cum if you are inside me right now.” Henry called him out with a smirk.
Alex's entire face shifted to offense and he looked up at his boyfriend's face.
“You think I'm going to cum first?”
“I know you will.”
“You are so fucking on.” Alex laughed.
He thrust in with a graceful move of his hips that had his boyfriend moaning. Alex was well used to fucking Henry, and it never got old… just made it easier for him to blow the prince's mind.
“Alex!” Henry moaned as he was so easily filled.
Their very active sex life was something Henry never would have wasted a wish on, he never thought he'd be with someone he'd want like this. Alex had broken through so many walls so easily, half of them he had never even been aware of. Henry made sure he never took it for granted.
Henry immediately began grinding down on him, legs locking around Alex's waist to make sure his dashing American couldn't go far. Not that Alex wanted to. His hands settled on those perfect hips that fit in his hands so well it was like they were made for this purpose, and used that to yank Henry down to meet each thrust.
The crown pressed harshly into Henry’s flesh as he gripped the pillow above his head but he didn't care, the clothes he wore around the palace would cover whatever marks were left. Only he and Alex would get to enjoy them.
“My fucking gorgeous prince.” Alex groaned softly as he looked at his boyfriend.
His eyes were a little glazed with lust, his chest was dusted with a flush of pink, his strong arms were on perfect display, those lips were pink and puffy, and that crown… fuck the crown was just the cherry on top.
Henry smiled up at him and tightened around him as he let his legs loosen, falling to either side or his hips. Alex groaned, leaning forward to press his forehead to Henry's sternum. This all felt really good, but Henry knew he wasn't going to last long, he never seemed to be able to control himself when it came to Alex.
That didn't mean he didn't still want to win.
He tangled one hand in Alex's hair and braced his other between his shoulder blades before flipping them so he was on top. Alex let out a breath, adorable shock filling his lustful eyes.
“You know I'm a star equestrian.” Henry informed him.
Before Alex's lust addled brain could figure out what that meant, Henry began riding his cock like it was his fucking job.
And what a fucking great job he did. Employee of the year. Deserved every promotion possible.
Henry rolled his hips expertly, grinding and bouncing in a perfect mix. Alex had very little ability to get used to any kind of rhythm and that only made it hotter. The muscles of Henry's stomach flexed as he worked and Alex found himself transfixed by them. He needed to go back to the gym, he was already shorter than Henry, barely though, he needed to add more muscle… it would just be a bonus to see Henry's hungry eyes when he saw it.
Slowly Alex's eyes trailed up his boyfriend. From his perfect cock leaking precum between them, to his glistening abdomen muscles, his strong pecs, biteable clavicles, the pale column of his neck that was growing redder and redder, strong jaw that fit perfectly in Alex's hand, inviting lips, flushed cheeks, bright eyes, tousled hair… that fucking crown.
It was easily the most regal Alex had ever seen him. All dressed up for the painting, perfectly posed for press photos, addressing the masses, none of it even compared to this moment right here. That only Alex got to see.
He didn't want to lose, but he was only a man. Seeing his boyfriend with a crown on his head riding him with such grace and surety… well that tipped him over.
“Henry!” Alex shouted as he came.
His hands gripped Henry's hips hard as he thrust up into him, body desperately trying to bury himself as deep into him as he could as he came inside him.
Henry was only seconds behind him, finally letting himself release when he felt Alex fill him. He came all over Alex's stomach, a bit getting on his chest as well from the force of it.
They both panted as they came down, Henry fell to the side and they just basked in the afterglow. They were sore and dirty and fucking happy.
Henry recovered first and turned on his side to face Alex.
“I love that I keep learning new things about you.” He commented playfully as he kissed Alex's shoulder.
Alex just laughed, grabbing the pillow from under his head to hit Henry with it.