#henry winter

a/n: kind of nsfw...idk it’s also just shit so enjoy!

it first happens one night in the winter.

it had been a particularly good night; you'd gone out for dinner and discovered a new favourite food, enjoyed maybe one too many glasses of wine and ended the evening with henry reading you some obscure novel in bed.

you're half awake and almost deliriousness from exhaustion, watching his long, white fingers splayed against the cover of the novel, and, for reasons you don't quite understand, your mouth waters with the desire to bring them to your mouth.

and so you do, your brain too tired for rational thought. you pull the hand that's resting on your thigh and bring them to your lips. his thumb is heavy and imposing on your tongue as your wrap your lips around the digit, feeling the faint roughness of the light calluses on his skin. the faint taste of ash and dirt remain on his finger, reminiscent of the cigarette he smoked earlier and how he tended to the garden just this afternoon.

he doesn't even look up, just continues to read with the same even tone as you swirl your tongue and suck sloppily, your saliva drooling down the length of it. you'd be embarrassed by the desperation in your action if your mind wasn't so cloudy, all inhibitions and anxieties thrown out of the window as your eyes slowly blink, trying to force yourself to stay awake.

you fall asleep like that, with your mouth wrapped around his thumb. henry doesn't even try pulling it away when he feels the skin prune.

since then, it more or less became a normal part of your day.

sat on the couch, you'd reach over whenever you felt the urge and suck around his fingers as he works on a translation or completes his greek homework.

its gotten to the point where it's more abnormal for you not to have his fingers in your mouth. it's instinctual, for him to bring his thumb to your mouth, pull lightly on your bottom lip, watching you part your lips willingly and enthusiastically, looking up at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

sometimes he'd press his fingers against your tongue, watching your throat swallow as you gag at the feeling, but never pulling away, you only drool more and flutter your eyes as if you hadn't experienced a greater pleasure.