It is Sunday morning, and Henry is on his third Nutella-covered croissant. David is at his feet, hopeful eyes riveted on the golden pastry. Alex is watching him fondly, careful not to disturb this simple pleasure as he enters his 28 weeks of pregnancy.
(I'm cooking a tiny human, Alex. I'm allowed, alright?)
It has been a harrowing three months, what with the pregnancy being tricky during the second semester, with big words like hyper gravidarium being thrown around. In the end, it wasn't such a severe condition, but as the doctor called them to let them know and Alex gave Henry the 'good' news, the man was hunched over the toilet bowl, puking his guts out and sending his husband a scathing glare, telling him with no words but in no uncertain terms where to shove his good news.
The thing is, it's been three months of vomiting, heartburn, headaches, and back pain.
And no sex. At all.
Alex hasn't had a good look at his balls lately, but he is pretty sure they are blue—the same shade as his lovely husband's eyes.
"Alex?"
He puts down the morning paper. "Yes, baby?"
"I want to have sex."
Alex grins. Sunday morning is suddenly looking up. And hopefully, so is he. "Really?"
Henry takes the last bite of his croissant, rubbing his hands to get rid of the crumbs.
"I think?"
That tempers Alex's excitement a little bit."You think, or you're sure? Because we're not doing anything unless you are sure, sweetheart. Your health is more important than a tumble in the sheets."
Henry takes his sweet, sweet time to answer, taking the spoon out of the Nutella jar and licking it clean, and Alex almost lets out a feral growl.
Henry smiles. "I'm sure. I'm horny, and a tumble in the sheets sounds rather appealing right now."
Alex gets up, and the loud chair scraping startles David, but Alex has other priorities right now. He'll make it up to the dog later.
"Couch or bed?"
Henry squints at him, his smiles fading quickly. "Do I look like I would be comfortable having sex on the couch, Alex ?"
Alex's brain freezes. He is painfully aware that the way he phrases his answer is of the utmost importance if he doesn't want his balls to go from blue to fucking purple.
"You look like you deserved to be worshipped on a bed, sweetheart."
That does the trick as Henry smiles again, and Alex exhales a discreet sigh of relief.
Gracias Dios y a todos los santos del cielo.
He takes Henry by the hand and helps him up the stairs, pushing the bedroom door and helping his husband get comfortable on the bed. Henry removes his t-shirt and pregnancy pajama pants, wriggling a bit to take off his boxers and Alex chuckles fondly.
Alex promptly removes his clothes, joins Henry on the bed, and leans into him. Their lips join in a tender, smiling kiss, Alex's hand cupping his cheek and Henry's fingers tracing his shoulder and biceps.
Even just making out had been complicated for a while. Henry felt too nauseous most of the time, and on the one instance he had felt like trying, he had promptly vomited all over Alex's lap. Alex loved his husband and worshipped the ground he walked on, but he did not have a puke kink, so that was the end of that for a while.
Right now, though, there doesn't seem to be any regurgitating mishap on the horizon, so Alex takes full advantage of it and nuzzles his nose against Henry's cheek. "I want to make you feel good, babe," he whispers hoarsely, and Henry bites his lower lip, letting out a needy little moan.
"I want you to feel good too, my love, you deserve it," Henry says, his blue eyes gazing adoringly at Alex, and Alex basks for a few minutes in this intimacy they were denied for the last few months.
With a last aerial kiss, Alex moves back, softly opening Henry's knees and settling between them, one hand resting reverently on his belly, the other wrapping his hand around Henry's cock and taking him deep in his mouth, relishing the weight on his tongue and the taste that is so inherently Henry, all the while checking for any sign of discomfort on his husband's face.
He only finds pure bliss.
He barely has time to do this thing with his tongue, which Henry loves so much that he comes down his throat with barely a warning. Alex chokes and let go of his dick, coughing, and sputtering. He had not expected that, and though he loathes to admit it, he is a little bit out of practice.
"I'm so sorry, oh my God. It's been so long," Henry laments with a mortified look.
"Tell me about it," Alex mutters before looking fondly at his husband. "It's ok, baby. Let's take this nice and slow, ok?"
They resume kissing for a while, and Henry puts his hand in his hair, tugging on his curls, and Alex moans in his mouth, letting the sensation and pleasure build again as Henry raises a leg and warps it around Alex's waist. He presses his heel against the back of his thigh, making his demand clear, and Alex is only too eager to comply.
Boy, is he eager.
He grabs a pillow and puts it under Henry's lower back, but as Alex settles himself between his legs, the young man makes a grimace and lets out a painful groan.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Alex asks because as much as he desperately wants to finally get laid, Henry's comfort is the most important thing.
"I do, just not like that. Help me move."
He takes Alex's arm for support and raises himself before turning around and getting on all fours.
"Much better," he sighs with contentment. "Can you get a towel, dear? I don't want to mess up the sheets."
Alex runs to the bathroom, takes the first towel he sees, and brings it back, sliding it under Henry.
"Good?"
Henry nods.
Alex returns to bed, snatching the lube from the bedstand and positioning himself behind Henry. He has a beautiful view of his hole, and he sincerely never thought you could miss a hole so much.
"Hello there, beautiful. I missed you," he whispers reverently.
"I missed you too, darling," Henry says, voice half muffled by his pillow," and Alex doesn't correct him because, to be honest, he missed the hole's owner tremendously as well.
He presses a kiss to the rim, and Henry lets out a strangled moan, arching his back towards Alex.
Alex uncaps the lube, squeezing some on his fingers and warming it before opening Henry up, letting his dexterous fingers work their magic if Henry's gasps and breathless "Ha, ha" are any indication. He coats his dick, aligning it with Henry's hole, and is about to press when Henry raises his head.
"Alex, wait!"
Alex stops. "What? What? Did I hurt you?"
"No, I just…I thought I wanted to pee."
Alex tilts his head backward with a muffled groan. Forget blue balls. At this point, his dick is going to fall off.
"Well, do you?"
"No. I'm fine. Carry on, darling."
Alex can't help but shake his head and chuckle. There is no limitation to the magnitude of his love for this man.
And when he finally pushes into Henry, slowly and steadily, he almost sobs at how good it feels. He doesn't want to be a fucking cliché, but it really does feel like coming home.
He sets out a comfortable pace, restraining himself from thrusting too hard, even if his brain and his loins are screaming at him, mindful of Henry and his well-being.
"Harder, love," Henry pants, turning his head and looking at him with dazed, half-lidded eyes, and Alex doesn't need to be told twice. He reaches for Henry's hand, interlocking their fingers as he picks up the pace, apparently hitting the right spots as Henry quickly comes again, untouched, and Alex gives a few more thrusts, feeling his climax creeping up on him, his muscles tensing before white-hot pleasure explodes behind his eyelids. He leans forward, still panting, pressing a kiss between Henry's shoulder blades.
"Are you feeling ok, baby?" he asks, pulling out and helping Henry turn around and sit back.
Henry smiles blissfully. "Never better, love. Thank you for your patience. I know it's been hard-"
Alex snorts, and Henry swats his arm. "Don't say it."
He presses a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, sweetheart. I'll be as patient as you need."
He takes the soiled towel, gets up, goes to the bathroom to throw it in the hamper, and returns with a wet cloth, softly wiping Henry's thighs and cleft. He throws the towel haphazardly on the floor, not caring where it lands, before getting back and settling with Henry under the covers.
Henry purrs, burrowing himself a bit deeper against Alex, whose hand rests on his distended abdomen, caressing it softly.
"Alex?"
"Yes, baby?"
"I'd very much like a round two if you're amenable."
"I'm extremely amenable, sweetheart," Alex grins.
This is going to be a fucking fantastic Sunday.