Dom’s laughter was contagious, and they fell onto the bed, grinning like fools and harder than Henry thought possible.
This was how it was supposed to be.
Dom set lube and condoms on the bed beside them, and Henry parted his legs in invitation, drawing his knees up to his chest.
“Hurry.” Henry panted, biting his bottom lip as he watched Dom coat his fingers with lube.
Dom raised an eyebrow. “You know that makes me want to take my time, right?”
“And usually I’d be totally on board with that, but I’m afraid I might come from your fingers alone, so please hurry and put your cock in there.”
Dom closed his eyes on a groan and gripped the base of his own cock. “Fuck. I’ll be joining you at this rate.”
Henry reached for his other hand and linked their fingers, waiting for Dom to open his eyes before repeating Dom’s words back to him. “We have all night, remember?”
Dom nodded, and with a deep but shaky breath, he shuffled forwards on his knees and did as Henry asked.
“Fuck.” Henry hissed at the burn as Dom slid inside him. He’d let him get two fingers in before batting his hand away and begging for his cock. He only had himself to blame for the lack of prep, but as the sharp sting eased and pleasure began to take its place, Henry regretted nothing.
He wrapped his legs around Dom’s waist, hand on his arse cheeks urging him to go faster, harder, wanting everything he had to give.
Each thrust tipped him closer to the edge, Dom’s powerful body blanketing Henry’s, making him feel both safe and hot as fuck as he loomed above him.
Sweat slicked their skin, the scent of sex hung in the air around them, and Henry clung on as long as he could, not wanting this to end. Grabbing Henry’s thigh, Dom manoeuvred his leg over his shoulder and pounded into Henry with a grunt, the new angle hitting him just right, and when Dom looked down at him, eyes heavy lidded and filled with so much want and need, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Head pressed back into the pillow, he gripped his cock and came two strokes later s they probably heard outside, his other hand gripping Dom tightly as his dick pulsed between them, coating them both.
Dom fucked into him hard, once, twice more before shuddering above him, then collapsing on top of him as his arms gave way.
It took a moment for either of them to get their breath back. After Dom rolled off him and disposed of the condom, he snuggled back into Henry’s side and reached for his hand.
“Now we’ve got that out of the way. How about a shower, then food, and I’ll show you the rest of my house?”
Henry smiled at him, still a little awed that this was his life now. How things could change in a week. “That sounds perfect.”
They showered, they ate, and true to his word, Dom gave Henry a tour of his house. Unsurprisingly, Dom had a beautifully decorated tree in his living room, and they ate dinner on the sofa under its flickering fairy lights.
Henry couldn’t remember enjoying a Christmas Eve more. Well, except maybe when he’d been little and obsessed with presents. But this definitely ranked up there with the Legolas on a horse he’d got when he was eight.
“Hey.” Dom nudged him, and Henry smiled as Dom’s hand found his. Holding hands seemed to be one of his favourite things, and it made Henry all warm inside. “I have a bottle of champagne in the fridge. How about we take it upstairs?”
Henry raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to get me drunk, because you know I’m a sure thing, right?”
Dom laughed softly. “Oh I know how easy you are.” He grunted when Henry elbowed him and smirked at him, that playfulness back in his eyes. “It’s almost midnight and I wanted to celebrate our first Christmas morning together. But I also know I’ll want to get you naked sometime soon, and I thought we should combine the two.”
Henry nodded, struggling to find words as Dom’s sank in.
Our first Christmas.
That implied there would be more, that he was already thinking ahead.
When he finally found his voice, it was way rougher than normal. “I like the sound of that.” All of it.
After turning off all the lights and locking up, Dom grabbed the bottle and glasses from the kitchen and once again took Henry upstairs to his bedroom.
Of course, as soon as they were naked, they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. One blow job later and Dom coming all over Henry’s chest, they finally opened the bottle of champagne.
Henry gave himself a half-hearted clean up with his discarded T-shirt, and when they were safely under the warmth of the quilt, Dom poured them each a glass, then set the bottle on the bedside table. As the time on their phones flicked over to midnight, he clinked his glass against Henry’s and whispered, “Merry Christmas.”
