And then came the storm, for wasn't Alex exactly that? Something that just is and everything in its path becomes irrevocably changed; or maybe it was just Henry who was affected in such an indelible way.
The fact that himself and Alex were making love felt like an impossibly surreal dream from which he did not want to wake up.
(He was absolutely not going to tell Alez that he referred to it as that-- it was not very 'we're just bros" of him at all.)
His lover crested into him, and like the waves he rose up to meet him, sending the other man in him harder and quicker-- there was no way he could guard his heart and he did not want to, he would drown in this and he would do it gladly. No, matter though, the feel of Alex inside of him was delicious and as Alex thrust within, and buried face in his neck, his fingers slid into locks at the back of Alex's neck and he held him there while he ran alongside the other man, chasing pleasure.
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The fact that himself and Alex were making love felt like an impossibly surreal dream from which he did not want to wake up.
(He was absolutely not going to tell Alez that he referred to it as that-- it was not very 'we're just bros" of him at all.)
His lover crested into him, and like the waves he rose up to meet him, sending the other man in him harder and quicker-- there was no way he could guard his heart and he did not want to, he would drown in this and he would do it gladly. No, matter though, the feel of Alex inside of him was delicious and as Alex thrust within, and buried face in his neck, his fingers slid into locks at the back of Alex's neck and he held him there while he ran alongside the other man, chasing pleasure.