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“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?"

“You were always so arrogant,” A hauntingly familiar voice rang out. The colour drained from his face. His racing thoughts rushed to a halt. His stomach turned, and every sense that he had told him not to turn; he couldn’t bear to face the true source of his deep anguish. But - against his well wishes - a magnetism he could not name forced him around.

Bestial, yellow eyes crinkled around a twisted smile, “Hello, Sirius.”

His vision went black, and he fell to the floor.