Henry
If someone else could pick things out that looked good, fit, and didn’t cost a fortune, he was all in. He had a sneaking suspicion the last of those didn’t matter to Eduard, or to most other people who could actually afford a personal shopper.
Well, technically, Natasha and Jack were to blame. Emily didn’t like reality TV much either. She had a thing for Korean dramas that he didn’t quite understand, even though he might possibly have watched a few of them with her.
Within seconds, his phone buzzed with her reply, which mostly consisted of question marks and exclamation points. Will tell you later, he replied. His phone continued to buzz repeatedly, but he stuck it in his pants with a chuckle. She was gonna kill him.
“Thank you so much for helping us, Bebe,” Eduard practically purred. “I don’t know what I would have done without your help.”
“Darling!” Bebe actually grabbed Eduard’s cheeks in his hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You divine creature. Of course I have to help these poor souls. Your cousins would eviscerate the poor boys if they showed up looking like this bedraggled mess.”
Draco squeezed Henry’s hand. It hurt a little.
Henry squeezed back. But at least Henry had figured out that Bebe knew exactly what he was dealing with, at least in society’s terms. He had to wonder if Bebe weren’t some sort of mystical creature himself.
It was tempting to open his magic and poke around, but he refrained.
He’d ask Eduard once they were back on the bus.
It would be soon enough. Besides, he really didn’t want to miss a minute of this.
Eduard pulled Sawyer to his feet and presented him to Bebe.
It took every ounce of willpower Henry possessed not to die laughing.
Sawyer had worn jeans and a random T-shirt he’d gotten at an event at his university.
It was worn and faded, but really soft. Sawyer had a thing for soft T-shirts.
Bebe whimpered and put his hand over his mouth.
“Oh, sweetheart. It’s tragic. You’re too beautiful to be this depressing. ”
Draco growled and Henry squeezed his hand again.
“Work your magic,” Eduard said. He wrapped an arm around Sawyer’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Bebe then turned to the rest of them. “This is going to be fun. You, with us,” Bebe demanded.
He’d pointed at Andvari, gesturing impatiently. Andvari scowled but stood and followed them to the other side of the room where a small area was cordoned off with privacy screens behind the racks of clothes. A small platform stood in front of a bay of mirrors. Natasha would be in freaking heaven.
Draco, on the other hand, looked like he was about to crawl out of his skin. “What’s wrong?” Henry asked.
“Nothing.”
Since the others were distracted, Henry climbed onto Draco’s lap, still holding one of his hands. He cupped Draco’s cheek with the other. “I thought we didn’t lie to each other?”
Draco sucked in a breath and his eyes darted up to meet Henry’s. “We don’t.”
“Then tell me what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours.”
“Too many people. Strangers,” Draco confessed.
“You’re not a city boy, are you?”
Draco scowled. “No.”
“Yeah, didn’t think so. What can I do to help?” Henry wiggled his hips even as he leered suggestively.
It got him the smirk he’d been looking for. “Keep doing that.”
“Yeah? Daddy wanna play?”
That got him a full-on smile. “You’re a naughty boy.”
“I know. But I don’t like it when you’re tense. It makes me tense. Who wants that?”
Draco slipped his hand under Henry’s shirt and stroked his thumb over his ribs. “Not me. Sorry, baby.”
“Don’t apologize for it. I know we’re all freaked out over what happened yesterday, but we’re doing what we need to do. We’re getting Sawyer somewhere safe, even if that means we have to make a pit stop for new clothes. Which I’m still not sure I understand.”
“You’ll understand when we get there,” Draco said. He slipped his hand further up Henry’s shirt and tweaked a nipple. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.”
“Yeah?” Henry glanced over his shoulder and made sure the others were still busy then looked around the room. He spied an open door leading to what appeared to be a bathroom. “Wanna take me in that bathroom over there and let me blow you?”
Draco growled his reply.
“And maybe if I’m a really good boy, once we’re back on the bus, you’ll take me and Sawyer back to the bedroom and show us who’s boss?”
“You’re playing with fire.”
Henry wiggled his eyebrows. “Well, I’m certainly getting hot.”
Draco groaned. “You’ve been spending too much time with Sawyer.”
“Too much? Not possible. Now come on and put your dick in my mouth before it’s our turn to play dress up.”
Draco didn’t need to be asked twice.
Henry climbed off Draco’s lap and pulled him to his feet. He walked backward with the dragon pressed to his front, their eyes locked on each other until Draco had him pinned against the door.
“You’ve got ten minutes,” Eduard called from the other side of the room.
Henry peeked out from behind Draco’s shoulder and smirked. “I only need five.”
Draco growled as he pushed Henry into the bathroom and shut the door behind them. Instead of giving Henry the mauling he expected, Draco pulled out his phone.
“What are you doing?”
Draco arched a brow and sat the phone down on the sink. “I set the timer for you, baby. You said you only needed five minutes. You’d better get to work if you want to come, too. Because if I haven’t come by the time the timer goes off, you won’t come at all.”
“Oh, fuck.” Henry glanced at the timer, already ticking away on Draco’s phone. He’d lost thirty seconds. “That’s not fair.”
Draco crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall. He grinned wickedly. “Four minutes.”
Henry scrambled for the snap on Draco’s jeans, tearing them open while fumbling for the zipper. “Why’d you have to wear the tight ones?”
Draco laughed as Henry struggled to get the tight denim down far enough for him to free Draco’s cock. At least he didn’t have to worry about getting him hard. No, Draco was so turned on right now that Henry might have a chance at making this work after all.
He dropped to his knees and used Draco’s biggest weakness to his advantage.
He looked up at Draco through his lashes then bit gently on his lower lip.
Draco groaned and reached for his hair, using it to guide Henry’s mouth to his leaking cock.
He fed it to him slowly, inch after hard inch, using his grip on Henry’s hair to keep him from moving.
This was the Draco he couldn’t get enough of, the one who was able to block out the world and only focus on him.
When they were together, whether it was just the two of them or any combination of their other lovers, Draco’s world narrowed down to them and their pleasure.
He seemed to know instinctively what they needed and craved, and then he gave it to them.
Henry wouldn’t have imagined he liked giving away his control so much, not when he’d had so little of it for the first few years of his life.
But he trusted Draco. Trusted him completely in a way Henry had never experienced.
He loved and trusted his family, but this?
This was something different. Something more.
Draco’s cock filled his mouth and hit the back of his throat.
Henry swallowed around it, his eyes watering and his breath trapped.
He waited, and then Draco pulled out and he breathed in before licking the thick mushroom head.
Draco pushed in again, stretching Henry’s throat around him before releasing his hold.
“Show me what you can do, baby.”
Henry wrapped his fist around the base of Draco’s dick then moved his mouth around what he could comfortably fit in his mouth.
He’d learned exactly what Draco liked and he sucked hard, moving his hand fast, as he tongued Draco’s slit and chased the drops of precome that had formed.
He couldn’t get enough and Draco knew it.
“That’s it,” Draco purred above him. “Such a good boy.”
Henry focused on the head, letting his hand work the thick base, pulling Draco closer to the edge with every swipe of his tongue. He poured everything into it, and when Draco began to tense up, his cock twitching in Henry’s mouth, he looked up and showed Draco his watery blue eyes, and that was it.
Draco grabbed his head and held him still as he pumped into Henry’s mouth with quick shallow thrusts.
It didn’t take long before he was spurting his release, coating the back of Henry’s throat with his spend.
And not a moment too soon. The phone began to chime, announcing the end of his time.
Draco ignored it, petting Henry’s head gently as he came down from the high of his orgasm.
Henry stayed on his knees, gently sucking at Draco’s cock as it softened.
“You were a very good boy,” Draco said. He moved his hips and his cock slipped from between Henry’s lips, and then he bent down and lifted Henry up, showing his incredible strength. “You deserve a reward.”
Henry wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulders and let the dragon take his weight.
“Feel better?” Henry asked. His voice was a bit raspy and Draco’s eyes glowed a bit at the question.
“I do.”
“Then I have my reward. Although once we’re out of here, I wouldn’t say no to some alone time with our guys.”
“You nervous about later?”
They were supposed to reach Eduard’s estate that evening in time for dinner, although Eduard had promised they wouldn’t have to meet anyone until the following day.
“A little.”
“Don’t be,” Draco said. He shifted Henry’s weight until he had his hands braced under Henry’s ass. “They’re a little old fashioned but the worst that’ll happen is that they turn their noses up at us. And honestly, I kinda hope that’s exactly what happens.”
Henry frowned. “Wouldn’t that make Eduard look bad?”