DnDADs One-Shots

Henry's Favorite Show -Oakson

☁/🍋 --- Fluff and Smut

CW: Semi-public sex, blowjob, riding, powerbottom!henry, open relationships

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Henry wasn't lying when he said his favorite show was the sunrise.

Ever since Henry returned to Earth from the forgotten realms, he made it a routine to wake up right at 5 am and make a fresh cup of steaming tea to watch the sunrise. Mercedes was always too tired to join him from taking care of the twins and Birdie, but Henry always set up their camera so she could watch it when she woke up. It was a moment away from the stress of family and work; a time for himself, to just sit and bask in the breeze.

Darryl began to notice in the early mornings light shining in from his neighbor's windows. At first, it annoyed him, why the fuck were people up so early? So, like any rational neighbor, Darryl decided to wake up before the lights and watch what his neighbors were doing.

Was it weird? Sure. But what was even weirder was waking up at 5 am and not leaving for work afterwards.

Darryl brewed himself a cup of coffee, already regretting his plan. He could've easily gone back to sleep and ignored the lights, but now he was curious. If it was something harmless like waking up to make your kids breakfast before school, at least Darryl knows. Ever since he survived the forgotten realms with Henry, Darryl grew a fascination with Henry and how he functioned. A man so in-touch with nature and yet so disconnected from the modern world made Darryl ponder. He wanted to know everything about Henry. And that's exactly what he was doing.

Darryl took a seat on his screened-in back deck, nuzzling into the soft cushioned couch as nighttime bugs buzzed and toads croaked into the cooled air. Darryl was not the type for early morning nature, most of the time he found it downright annoying, but strangely the soft harmonies of the life around him played like melodies in his ear. It was incredibly calming. The sun began to warm the sky along the horizon, ruby red bleeding out over the sky. The light cascading over the blue looked like it had been plucked straight from an artist's mind. God showing the world his wonderful creation.

Darryl jumped as he heard creaking of a door. His eyes shot over to Henry's back deck, where the munchy crunchy dad stood with a mug of steaming liquid. As much as Darryl had seen Henry in the mornings, something about this morning made hairs stand up on his arms.

Henry's curly blond locks were swept back into a messy manbun, peeks of an undercut along his neck. Speckles of a scruff lined Henry's chin with his glasses placed messily on the tip of his nose. His cheeks were rosy and flushed against the cool nighttime. Darryl's eyes creeped downward as he scanned Henry's exposed chest, following the trickling happy trail on Henry's stomach, the path obscured by baggy green plaid pajama pants. Henry had a sharp v-line that defined his hips, though his stomach wasn't cut like a bodybuilders. Henry had a chubby stomach that barely fell over his waistband. Outlines of plump thighs peaked out from his pants. 

Holy shit Darryl thought. 

Henry brought the mug to his lips and Darryl watched Henry's Adams apple bob with his swallows. How the man was tolerating the piping liquid was beyond Darryl, who had barely touched his coffee in order to let it cool. Though, Darryl didn't need the caffeine rush anymore. He was already feeling flushed.

Ever since Darryl accidentally kissed Henry in the forgotten realms, he had a spark inside of his chest every time the two made eye contact. In the beginning Darryl brushed it off as appreciation or admiration of the headstrong and brave man Henry was, but the longer the two where near, the more Darryl doubted his original thoughts. He began to adore Henry's soft laughter and stupid fucking dad-jokes, along with his determination to protect his sons as well as the rest of the group. Henry put up a lot of shit to get the gang back to Earth, and something about his valor made Darryl weak in the knees. He hadn't experienced such strong emotions since he saw Carol, and it made him feel like a teenager again.