Red, White & Royal Blue Stories

• Hold It • Alex § Henry •

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trigger warning: nsfw - piss kink

my friend asked me to write this. i, for some reason, agreed.

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"This is going to be humiliating" Henry braced, sitting beside Alex on the couch and covering his shins with his hands as he threw his legs onto his lap. He had been watching reruns of Star Trek because he was trying to get into it but it was so fucking hard .

"Nothin's embarrassin', babe" Alex replied, words muffled with the handfuls of popcorn he was currently shovelling into his mouth.

"You'll be eating your words" he muttered but sighed, deciding to go through with it anyway because fuck it , he trusts Alex to not mock him, the same principle applies now, to his very unabashed, very odd kink.

"It's something to do with the... bedroom" he trailed off, Alex's ears perked up, eyes alight with curiosity. For the first time the entire conversation, Alex finally reached for the remote and paused the T.V. Henry rolled his eyes.

"Glad to know you're only interested in our sex life-"

Alex guffawed, gently kicking him with his socked foot. "Not true! This is just... more important than I first assumed" he defended weakly. Henry rolled his eyes; unable to count the amount of times he did around him. One day, he fears he might catch a glimpse of his brain.

"Go on" Alex said eagerly, "you know I'd try anything once"

Henry hummed, "that's what worries me"

Alex put the bowl onto the coffee table and crawled into Henry's lap, curling his arms around his neck and bringing him into a soft kiss.

"Tell me" he whispered against his lips, grinning wide in a way he knew he was going to agree with whatever Henry suggested.

He sighed, squeezing his waist, nudging his thumbs underneath the edge of his shirt.

"I know you like when I have control" Henry began, tilting his head up to look into his darkened gaze. "And this weekend we're free from responsibilities..."

Alex shifted eagerly.

"How would you feel if I controlled you, for a day?"

Alex licked his lips, Henry watched his expression shift into that of something criminal. He would've pinned him and fucked his brains out if he hadn't an ounce of self control.

"Fuck, yes baby" he whispered.

"But not controlling in the normal sense" Henry continued, "I don't want you in bed, tied up, I want you... to drink. Water. As much water as you can, and you can only go to the bathroom when I allow it" he finally uttered the odd part of the whole ordeal, Alex's eyebrows rose, Adam Apple bobbing suspiciously.

His arms loosened, he leaned back slightly. Henry felt panic ripple through him until he spoke.

"Baby, fuck..." he said.

"We don't have to" Henry rushed, Alex shut him up with a kiss.

"We're doing it" he agreed. "Like a piss kink, right?"

Henry flushed, looking away. "Christ. You don't have to say it out loud"

Alex laughed not unkindly, pressing kissed across his jaw, other hand sinking into his blond locks.

"That's what it is, baby. You want to see me squirm, don't you?"

Henry shifted, momentarily closing his eyes. He's imagined it. Too many times to be clinically sane. To have Alex under his complete control, to force him to hold it even if he was desperate to go.