#sweeter things

I’m Learning How to draw

“I pushed myself a little harder in the gym then I intended too.” Henry confessed to you, his muscles were tight and sore, making sitting still nearly impossible to do.

“Here.” You put your arm around his broad shoulders and coaxed him to shift on the couch, so he could lay his head in your lap.

Henry was both stiff from his workout and not knowing what you were up too. But, you rested back against the couch cushions and started to tenderly stroke the side of his face and his hair, your fingers would linger on the side of his neck for a moment, before curving around to the back and nape of his neck, finding the tangled knot of muscle there. You rubbed and kneaded at it, running your hand over it and the junction at his shoulder. Henry moaned at the warm and pleasurable pressure you applied. You trailed your hand from his shoulder to his back, while your other hand twisted his curls around your fingers, rubbing his scalp in an enchanting way. He practically purred as you played with his hair and your nails grazed the strained muscles of his back, taming them back into loosening up and relaxing.

You pulled up the back of his shirt and pressed the palm of your hand flat against the small of his back, letting the intense heat of your hand melt away the uncomfortable and painful throb that was there from Henry using his glute machine. Henry moaned loudly and pushed his hips against your hand, his spine rolling as you rubbed your hand up and down his back, wanting to feel the firm pressure against his skin.

It wasn't until you felt something warm and wet hit your bare thigh that you focused on Henry's face. It was a mix of glowing happiness to your attention, affection and love, reveling in the sweet and intimate care. But, his face also had a hint of something more tragic, quiet tears dripping down his cheeks and onto the skin of your legs. Your heart palpitated and felt like it had jumped into your throat, seeing your strong bear of a boyfriend, your superhero and Witcher, cuddled into your lap glowing with your attention, but also so emotional.

“Henry.” You whispered his name and tenderly wiped his tears away, leaning down to kiss his curls.

“I'm sorry.” He sniffled back, biting into his lip to try and get a handle on himself.

To no avail.

“Does something hurt?” You asked, worried. “Did I do something?”

“Nothing hurts, now.” Henry replied, rubbing at his wet eyes. “But, you did do something.”

Your heart clinched hearing his words. “I'm so sorry.” You choked, panicked.

“No.” Henry rasped, turning to lay on his back, his head still cradled in your lap as he looked up at you. “Nothing bad.” He tried to reassure you. “It's just..” He paused, feeling a bubble of emotion try to overwhelm him again, fresh tears stinging his blue eyes.

“I've never had anyone do this to me before.” He confessed, taking your hand and hugging it against his chest. “I've never had someone hold my head in their lap, while playing with my hair and rubbing my sore muscles.” He explained to you, threading his fingers through yours. “It feels really nice.” He whispered, new tears finding release.