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Bunny had been at Henry’s throat for two long and grating days, and Henry was beginning to feel a sharp pinch of a headache between his eyes. He had offered to take Francis out to dinner a few nights ago, and they had made the great mistake of agreeing upon a restaurant Bunny was quite fond of. Seeing as Bunny was staying at Henry’s for Thanksgiving break, and Henry made no effort to hide the night from Bunny, he found out before Henry could hardly pull his coat off and wasted no time berating him for being "sneaky" and "unkind".
Being as temperamental and petulant as he was, Henry was as accustomed as one could be to his antics. Despite this, however, he was taken aback by Bunny’s frustration that evening. It was still unusual for him to be so explicitly angry, and further still to demand no retribution.
The following days spared Henry no unpleasantries, as Bunny continued to berate him, belittle his character, and question his generosity. Although he was less harsh with the others, he spared them no relief from his poor temperament either. One evening, he managed to insult everyone thoroughly in a matter of hours. He picked apart Camilla and Charles’s appearance over dinner, relentlessly belittled Henry’s intelligence and judgment while studying in the sitting room, and most viciously, called Francis a queer right to his face before bed.
This carried on for many days until he shuffled into Henry’s room late one afternoon, muttering about losing a matchbox he was fond of. Henry was seated at a small desk a few steps from his bed, translating the pages of Greek Julian had assigned them that morning. He rubbed at his temple methodically.
“I haven’t seen any sort of matchbox of yours,” he told Bunny, not looking up from his paper.
Bunny walked over to his desk.
“Oh, like you’d know. Your eyes are probably cross from having your head in that book all day,” and before Henry could respond, Bunny began shuffling things around on his desk.
Henry had had it. He stood up at once and placed both his hands on Bunny’s shoulders and pushed him back. Bunny stumbled backward until he fell onto the bed with a thump.
Truthfully, Henry hadn’t meant to push him that hard, but he was far too angry with Bunny to admit that and instead said firmly, “Enough.”
Bunny’s eyes were wide and his breathing shallow as he propped himself up on his elbows. He spoke slowly and with disbelief. Henry had never touched him like this before.
“Where the hell do you get off?”
Henry took a step forward so that he stood over Bunny. “Where do I get off?” He took off his glasses and glared down at Bunny crossly. “Why are you pestering me, pestering everyone, nonstop like a bratty child? What has gotten into you?” he said, staring down at Bunny with a pinched expression.
Bunny sat up now, meeting Henry’s gaze the best he could. “Oh yes, well excuse me for not being all jolly glad that you fancy taking a faggot like Francis out to dinner rather than me, or that you would rather read—”
“Is that what this is really about?” Henry said incredulously. “I’ll gladly take you wherever you’d like if you stop this tantrum of yours.”
Bunny sat up, avoiding his gaze, and shoved him on the shoulders like Henry had done to him. “Oh, no one wants to go to dinner with you anyway.” He began to walk past Henry, but Henry grabbed Bunny’s arm, to which he began to flail without allowing Henry any time to speak.
“Get off me, you fag, you nothing liar, you.”
Still holding firmly to his arm, Henry could see Bunny’s eyes grow glossy and his lip tremble. Henry reached for his other arm to steady him, but Bunny jerked back, slamming his calf into the mattress and pulling them both down this time.
Bunny was writhing around, pushing on Henry's chest, muttering profanities and letting out little breathy grunts. His shirt began to ride up, and without thinking, Henry let go of Bunny’s shoulders and took the flat of his palm and pushed it to his exposed stomach. It covered more of him than Henry thought it would. Bunny’s squirming subdued, but Henry could feel him panting into his palm. He let his gaze wander up and down Bunny for a few moments until Bunny called gruffly, “Stare much?”
“Sorry, Bun,” he whispered, but he didn’t pull away. He slowly ran his hand up Bunny’s bare torso, pushing softly into his ribs. He then took his other hand, swinging awkwardly at his side, and ran it up Bunny’s chest until it reached his nipple. He circled it softly with the pads of his thumb a few times.
“Sorry,” he said again.
He watched Bunny’s squirming and arching and whining for a tense, heavy moment before muttering, “I haven’t been spending much time with you. I’m sorry.”
Bunny sat up on the bed abruptly, nearly hitting their heads together. Henry pulled his arms back and climbed off the bed immediately, watching Bunny’s chest rise and fall with ragged breaths.
This was wrong. What he was doing was wrong. He had acted feverishly and scared Bunny. He looked down at Bunny’s face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment. He saw Bunny’s disheveled hair, glossy eyes, and lips parted slightly, panting.
“I should have asked first, Bunny. I am sorry.”
Not really knowing what else to say, he stepped aside gingerly to let Bunny leave this time.
Bunny swallowed hard and stared at the wrinkled bedsheets below his legs. Then he slowly sat up on his knees and shuffled closer to where Henry was standing at the side of the bed. Although Bunny’s head was down, Henry saw a glimpse of a new emotion flowering in his eyes. Want. He had seen this on Bunny’s face in shopping malls and restaurants, but never like this. Never in his bedroom. He felt his stomach flip.
He wanted what he thought Bunny would never give him so badly, and he had made a fool of himself trying to take it. He certainly was not going to force anything further, for both their sakes. He turned slowly and began to walk to the door.
Bunny stood up from the bed behind him, then grabbed his arm hard yet unsure. He turned around to face Bunny and found him closer than he anticipated. Bunny let out a few ragged breaths and then, without letting go of his arm, pulled Henry’s neck down and pressed his wet, chapped lips to Henry’s soft ones. The kiss was soft and breathy at first. After a moment, neither of them pulled away.
They began to press harder into each other, nipping and huffing and licking at each other’s lips with a sort of need that neither of them would be able to speak of aloud. Eventually, Henry couldn’t take it anymore and put his hand on the small of Bunny’s back. To his surprise, Bunny pushed his knee in between Henry’s legs, and they stayed like that for a long time, kissing and softly moaning into each other until Bunny had to break away for air.
Henry panted wildly and tried to meet Bunny’s shifty gaze until he realized with a sort of horror that Bunny’s leg was still between his and that the tent in his trousers had probably been very plain to Bunny for a while now. Henry made a kind of whiny grunt and tried to untangle himself from Bunny at once. Bunny noticed what Henry was trying to do and began to shift his leg away when Henry noticed that Bunny was just as excited as he was.
They stood like that for a moment, the air around them felt ripe and hot and fragile. Eventually, Henry leaned in softly and whispered huskily in Bunny’s ear, “It’s okay,” and then added, “If this is what you want to do.”
Bunny didn’t say anything, but he didn’t move away either. If anything, he leaned ever so slightly into Henry’s chest. Henry rubbed circles into the small of his back until it was clear that Bunny wasn’t going to say anything. He felt a pang in his heart and tried to hide his disappointment as best he could.
“Perhaps I draw you a bath?” he said softly.
“No,” Bunny said.
Henry’s hand faltered on his back for a moment before beginning to draw little shapes and patterns against his skin. “All right, Bun, but I have to hear you say it.”
He didn’t want to be cruel, but he didn’t want to make a mistake either.
“It’s… it’s just important to have good communication with these kinds of things, is all,” he said, all businesslike.
Bunny scoffed. “So you’ve done this before?”
Henry felt his cheeks heat. Bunny would surely not make this easy. He cleared his throat. “No, I haven’t.”
Bunny was practically leaning into him now.
“Well, me neither,” Bunny muttered into his shoulder. “M’not gay or anything.”
Henry didn’t say anything to that. He understood the way the Corcorans were and how hard many things were on Bunny because of it.
“I’ll be gentle,” he said.
He felt Bunny swallow again and the firmness in his pants push into his leg before Bunny whispered, “Okay.”
Henry guided them back to the bed, his arm still wrapped around Bunny’s torso. He gently laid him down and pressed a soft kiss to Bunny’s exposed collarbone. Bunny’s breath hitched. Henry kissed at his chest and stomach, then crawled off the bed and knelt at the side of the bed to kiss at his thighs. Bunny arched softly off the mattress, and Henry took the opportunity to lace his fingers under his back and pull his crotch closer to his face.
Bunny was panting and muttering like last time, and Henry couldn’t help but touch himself through his trousers as he watched.
God, he’s attractive, he thought.
Before he could notice though, he stopped to run both hands up his Bunny's thighs, stopping at his hip bones. He pressed a breathy, open kiss to Bunny’s bulge and whispered, “Doing okay?” to which Bunny nodded right away.
He circled his hip bones with his thumbs a few times before he began to kiss and suck at Bunny through his pants. Bunny let out several moans, which made Henry’s stomach ache with lust.
Before long, he couldn’t take it anymore, and he unbuckled Bunny’s belt with ease. Bunny lifted his hips to help and began unbuttoning his pants feverishly. Henry pulled them off slowly and discarded them on the floor. He felt dizzy looking at Bunny this way, from this angle. His mouth watered and his pulse quickened gradually until Bunny snapped him out of his thoughts by toeing at Henry’s own belt.
“Get a grip, old man.”
Bunny wanted him to take his own clothes off as well and was smiling smugly. Henry flushed as he unbuttoned his shirt and discarded his pants and belt on top of Bunny’s. Bunny was propped up on his elbows now, clearly having enjoyed watching Henry undress. They were both breathing heavily as Henry ran a finger under the elastic waistband of Bunny’s boxers and pulled them down his thighs. He was hard and pink and leaking with precum.
“Nnhg,” he breathed, pushing his legs together to hide himself.
Henry was having none of it. He pulled Bunny's boxers off the rest of the way before putting a hand on his knee, forcing him to expose himself again.
“Are you going to be able to behave yourself?” he murmured, grabbing the base of Bunny’s cock with his right hand.
“What—hmm—what are you talking about?” Bunny growled, still on his elbows and watching Henry tentatively. His face was flushed like Henry had never seen.
“I think you know exactly what I mean,” Henry said calmly as he spit into his hand and began stroking Bunny slow and steady. Bunny’s eyes widened and he breathed out in pleasure.
“You still expect me to believe you haven’t been acting out because you’re—” Henry glanced up to make sure he had Bunny’s attention. “Jealous?”
In any other situation, Bunny would have fired off a number of retorts and insults, but in his vulnerable position, staring at Henry’s broad chest and feeling his thick palm between his legs, he faltered. It was true after all. He had wanted Henry’s attention and went to great lengths not to have to ask.
Henry smiled lovingly at him. He didn’t have to ask.
After a moment more, Henry paused to pull down his own boxers. Bunny watched, still propped on his elbows. He was only slightly bigger in size, perhaps a bit thicker. Bunny’s shy demeanor grew more uncertain as Henry returned his attention to him. It was the first time Bunny had seen another man outside his own family. Henry, by contrast, had owned a few magazines featuring nude men as a teenager and had also read books that addressed the topic. He hadn’t even considered the idea that Bunny hadn’t done the same.
“Wha—Henry,” Bunny said, “how does this work exactly?”
“I mean, I know you’re going to…” He cleared his throat. “…put it in me, but I don’t think—”
“I’ll open you with my fingers,” Henry said softly. “So that it will fit. It may be uncomfortable at first, but it should feel very good afterward.”
Henry got up and rummaged in his night table drawer. “I’ll use this,” he said, holding up a bottle of olive oil.
Bunny licked his lips. “Okay.”
Henry nodded and sat between Bunny’s legs on the bed. He poured some oil onto his fingers and brought them to Bunny’s entrance. He pressed his fingers to him and circled gently. Bunny squirmed.
“Shh,” Henry soothed. “Good job.”
At the praise, Bunny relaxed a little, so after a moment Henry added quietly, “So good for me, Bun.”
Bunny scoffed breathlessly, but Henry paid more attention to the way his cock twitched and his abdomen tightened ever so slightly.
Bunny let out a rigid, breathy moan as Henry slipped the tip of his finger in, massaging softly. His whines grew louder at the second, but when Henry felt Bunny was ready for a third, Bunny reached for his hand.
“Just a minute,” he breathed.
Henry stopped immediately. “Tell me what you need.”
“Just… a breath.”
They stayed like that until Bunny told Henry it was okay to continue. Henry tried to ignore the blood rushing to his crotch as he carefully added a third finger and kissed Bunny’s inner thigh. Bunny watched Henry endearingly as he did this with characteristic concentration and precision.
Henry massaged his fingers in and out of Bunny, focusing on his breathing until Bunny’s breaths turned into quiet moans and mutterings.
Oh, Bunny, he thought. Please never take this from me.
He kissed Bunny’s thigh once more before moving to hover atop him. Henry scooped him up, wrapping his arm around Bunny’s neck and shoulders and rocking him gently on his fingers. Bunny moaned unabashedly now, clinging to his neck with both arms.
“Th’s good,” Bunny muttered. “Feels good.”
“Yeah?” Henry strained. He was so hard it hurt. He thought he might come just from listening to Bunny moan on his fingers like this.
“Hm,” Bunny replied. Henry moved in out out of him slowly at first and then faster.
“You ready for me now?” Henry panted.
“Please, Henry,” Bunny whined.
Henry kissed Bunny’s open mouth and breathed in his moans deeper than any breath he had taken all day. He could feel Bunny growing restless beneath him, rolling his body more feverishly. He separated them and oiled his own cock as he watched Bunny pant beneath him, his hair a mess on the bedsheets.
“You’re so pretty, sweetheart,” Henry whispered.
“Pervert,” Bunny smiled.
A smile tugged at Henry’s lips. Idiot.
He pressed the tip of his cock to Bunny’s swollen hole. He wrapped his hands under Bunny's, holding his upper thighs firmly.
“Yeah?” Henry asked.
Bunny nodded. “Yeah.”
Henry watched Bunny’s chest rise and fall, his head turned to the side and his mouth slightly open as he pushed inside him slowly.
“Oh, God,” Bunny panted.
“Bun,” Henry breathed. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last.
“Hm! Henry,” Bunny moaned, squirming again.
“Bun, Bun, Bun,” Henry muttered as he rubbed his rim and buried himself deeper until he bottomed out.
Bunny put his hands on his stomach and looked at Henry with tears in his eyes. Henry waited until Bunny relaxed around him, peppering kisses to the tops of his knees and his nipples, and the tip of his ear.
“So pretty, darling,” a kiss to his neck. “Doin’ so well,” another to his shoulder.
Bunny wrapped his arms around Henry’s shoulders and buried his head in the crook of his neck, whimpering.
“God, hmm, Henry.”
“Feeling good?”
“Move, Henry,” Bunny demanded.
He pulled back enough to brace one forearm near Bunny’s head and the other on his hip. He pulled out and pushed back in, hard enough to make a slapping sound between them.
“Mm,” Bunny panted into Henry’s neck.
Again and again. Hot white pleasure pooled in Henry's stomach.
“So good, yes, that’s so—nnhg—Henry, please, ah…”
Bunny was so vocal.
Henry should have expected this, given how talkative Bunny usually was, but it still took him off guard.
Henry rolled his eyes back, hair falling over them. “Bun, please,” he whined.
The slapping grew wetter and louder until neither of them could bear it anymore. At some point, Henry sat them up and pulled Bunny onto his lap so that Bunny was straddling him. Henry had both hands on Bunny’s slender waist, thumbs pressing into his stomach as he guided him up and down on his cock and thrust into him. Bunny was close now, begging and shuddering, his cock bouncing between them.
“Fuck,” Henry’s voice cracked.
Bunny let out a long, broken moan.
“Bunny, Bunny, Bun, Bun,” Henry muttered, eyelids heavy with lust.
Bunny clawed at him, moaning his name over and over and begging incoherently.
“Henry—ngh! Henry, Henry, Henry,” he cried. “I’m—I’m going to—”
“I’ve got you, Bun,” Henry breathed, wrapping his hand over Bunny’s head. “Let it out, baby. You’ve been so good.”
Bunny’s stomach contracted as he wrapped both legs around Henry. White cum spurted over their bellies.
“Fuck,” Henry cried hoarsely as his own stomach tightened.
He grabbed Bunny’s lower stomach with both hands, thrusting into him until they both went limp.
They panted into each other, desperate and sweaty. Henry could feel the cum dripping out of Bunny and onto the bedsheets before he slowly pulled out.
He brushed the hair from his eyes, then did the same for Bunny, who looked so ruined and beautiful it made Henry feel a sort of tightness he didn’t know how to name.
Bunny looked at him for a brief moment before placing both hands on either side of Henry’s head and kissing him gently on the side of his nose.
“How about that bath?” Bunny whispered.
“Whatever you want.” Henry whispered back.