A Moment Of Weakness For Henry

[Benedict Bridgerton]

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#24: My muse is being punished by yours.

THIS IS NOT HOW HE EXPECTED THE NIGHT TO GO. They are alone. The night is quiet, still. Lucy is in the country at her family home, so Henry has been living alone in their home -- which, in turn, has meant his home has been open to men coming in and out without having to disturb her sleep. Let it be known that Henry absolutely has a promiscuous streak in him. Alfred has been long gone from his life since his marriage, and Henry has used this time to find himself again in many ways. What he did not anticipate was that someone was watching from afar. Perhaps it is jealousy that brings Benedict here tonight. Perhaps it is something else, but Henry has not seen that look in his eyes before. 

There's something. . . primal about his gaze, as though Benedict Bridgerton was going to eat him alive. He smiles as he backs up, feeling as though he is prey. "Bridgerton. Coming to my home uninvited in the dead of night now? How bold. Though, perhaps not unexpected with how our friendship has progressed." His back presses against the wall, and his eyes lock on to those familiar blue. There is a tightness in his pants as his heart starts beating more rapidly. 

"What -- " He pauses, wetting his lips. His mouth feels so dry. "What can I do for you?"

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

                                                   I'm not bound by the rules of society                                  

A conversation with Lucy days before had brought him to Henry's residence in such a state. It was safe to say that the woman was rather . . . adventurous when it came to sexual relations. He had quickly discovered that the first night he had met her. The conversation had been rather, enlightening. Mostly centered around her platonic husband. Benedict had always been a confident individual when it came to his relations with women. What he lacked in confident with art, he more than made up for in this area. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ But as he and Henry came closer together, closer in ways that Benedict had not been with any other man . . . he found this confidence starting to build within him. Why should it be so different as it was with a woman? He cared for Henry, more than he thought possible to care for a male . . . and it was not as if he did not hold desires for the man. Enough to make him lay awake at night and let his mind and hand wander. But it had been his conversation with Lucy, that truly solidified it and thus, gave Benedict the last bout of confidence he needed. So one night, planning it to be in the absence for an audience -- for this was far more intimate than that -- prior to which he had perhaps drank a little extra for liquid courage, though remained sober -- his eyes fixed on Granville as he opened the door. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Would you prefer I not be?" He asked him almost rhetorically. Bold. Lucy had assured him that her husband would not reject him . . . and Benedict trusted not only her, but his own instincts as well when it came to what he knew of Henry Granville. He smiled as Henry back up into a wall and Benedict kept moving forward, stopping only when his body was pressed against Henry's, practically feeling his excitement. Benedict reached into his pocket and pulled out a cloth. Leaning forward he pressed his lips against Henry's ears, ensuring to further press his body against him too. "Do you trust me?" He practically breathed in his ear, folding the cloth a little as he proceeded to to tie it around Henry's eyes, serving it as a blindfold. Should the older male show the slightest indication of protest, Benedict would of course stop. But, perhaps this was punishment indeed, for Henry making Benedict desire him so fervently. Tag bunny Note: Better layout coming soon!!

         

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BENEDICT IS. . . so very close all of a sudden. Henry feels heat against his cheeks and neck. Mm, Benedict is warm against him, and he enjoys the weight of his chest. The artist tentative presses his hands to the other's sides, shivering at the whisper in his ear. Do you trust me? It doesn't surprise Henry when he murmurs: "Yes." It is always a surprise to him when he melts so easily at dominance, but can he help it? He is always so in control that he enjoys letting it go as well. It is therapeutic for him. 

The blindfold slides around him, blinding him. "Oh my, what do you have planned, Benedict?" His given name rolls off his tongue so easily now, especially in a position like this. He presses his thumbs against Ben's sides, rubbing circles into them above his clothing. "What a lovely surprise. What ever will you do to me?" He asks with a light laugh, a smile forming on his features.  

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While Benedict knew that there was a level of trust between them, hearing Henry say it -- especially in this context -- inevitably brought relief to the younger male. Though of course, he showed no sign of this. He attempted to remain confident, not that it was incredibly difficult to do so. Being with Henry allowed Benedict to be free of judgement. And if this was what brought a smile to Henry's lips, and pleasure throughout his body . . . then Benedict was willing to do all that he could for the man before him. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Once the blindfold was secure, Benedict slowly drew back his lips, brushing them over Henry's jawline. Reaching his lips and instead of kissing him, let them linger just barley apart. Close enough to feel his breath but not close enough to close the distance. Each of Benedict's hands went to each of Henry's wrists, gently wrapping around them and slowly moving them away from where they had been touching him. "If I told you, it would not be a surprise," he teased with a smile, knowing that since Henry could not see him, he could at least hear it in his voice. Drawing back from Henry a little, Benedict looked over him, tilting his head to the side a little as he felt as if he was seeing him for the first time. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Mainly due to the fact of this new level of intimacy they had reached, or were reaching. Not saying or doing anything, and letting that sit in the air for a moment, Benedict re-approached, his hand moving to Henry's shirt as he slowly undid the the top button. With what little skin it exposed, Benedict leaned forward and kissed it. And then, another button as he did the same. Purposely, moving agonizingly slowly. After all, they had all night. "What do you think I will do to you?" Benedict asked him, a mischievous tone in his voice, as he spoke between each kiss, keeping him pressed against the wall with his own body. Tag bunny Note: Better layout coming soon!!

         

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Henry hums softly as he feels the lips along his jaw. He closes his eyes behind the blindfold and relaxes against the wall. He lets out a soft whine as he feels Benedict's breath against his lips -- Henry can feel how close he is, but they don't kiss. That causes the artist to pout, leaning forward to try and catch his lips into one. "Oh," he says with surprise as he feels Ben's hands enclose around his wrists. That's a feeling he likes very much, in spite of himself. He cannot help it -- he has always liked the rougher things. He enjoys softness, too. He enjoys everything, to be honest.

And then, the warmth is gone. Henry stands there, breathing picking up as he grows more aroused. Every sense is heightened since he cannot see, and he hopes Benedict will touch him again soon. . .

"Oh, you devil," he breathes out as he feels the kiss against his skin. "You little tease." Henry groans softly. Each kiss ignites him further, sending another burst of warmth below his stomach. He reaches to touch Benedict, to grip his shoulders -- needing something to do with his hands. He cannot just stand still, it seems. "I -- haven't the foggiest," Henry breathes, trying to be patient. "All I know is that it's going to be naughty." 

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

I'm not bound by                                  

Benedict quite enjoyed drawing such reactions from Henry; each sound, each action . . . not to mention the way he felt his body react with need. It further fueled and encouraged the Bridgerton male to continue his attentions . . . taking his time. "Perhaps," he said with exaggerated innocence when Henry answered his question, toying with the idea that it was anything but. He continued to undo each button, his lips capturing the new part of him that was exposed each time, Benedict body lowered as he was reaching the bottom of Henry's shirt. Once all the buttons were open, Benedict remained down, aligned with Henry's lower half. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ But instead of making work of undoing his breeches or relieving him of the constraints of them, Benedict instead place light kisses on the older male's growing arousal, the fabric serving as a barrier between Benedict's lips as Henry's skin. After a few moments, Benedict rose to his feet once more, standing upright as his hands moved over the opening of his shirt, sliding it down and off Henry's body. He then took each of Henry's hands in each of his own and moved them to press them in either side of them against the wall, now pressing both hands and body against it. "What would happen, if I robbed you of touch too?" Benedict asked teasingly, his hands still holding Henry's against the wall. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "What would be left . . . " He both asked and stated thoughtfully. "Taste." Benedict's lips touched the corner of Henry's mouth, still avoiding kissing him properly -- which was becoming more and more difficult to do. To withhold from the temptation. "Smell." His lips kissed right above Henry's mouth, moving along his cheek in anticipation for the next. "Sound." As he reached his ear where he nipped at his earlobe. "Is it true, that all these senses are heightened in the absence of others?" A teasing question that he could not resist asking. Tag bunny

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Benedict's lips feel like heaven against his warm skin, and Henry just enjoys. He moves his hand into the younger's hair, playing with it as he moves lower and lower. He inhales sharply as he feels the kiss gets to the rim of his trousers. "Hnn --" And then, then, Benedict teases him with those kisses over the flap of his trousers. "Benedict," he whispers, pressing against the wall, gripping his hair tighter. . . and then he is gone. 

Henry breathes shakily in the seconds that Ben takes to rise again. He helps him shrug off his shirt, standing there blind, wondering what Benedict has in stone. He's nervous in a good way; he cannot wait to experience it all. He holds Benedict's hands back, his cheeks growing hotter as he's pinned to the wall. Oh. Oh, this is lovely. "I -- " He bites his lower lip, struggling to answer. He's way too focused on Ben's touch than anything else.

He lets out a whine, trying to kiss him as he's kissed all over his face. "Ben," he whispers, before he arches his head back just a little bit. He has goosebumps all over his body from the sensitivity. Where did Benedict's newfound confidence come from? He must encourage it more often. "Hn -- y-yes," he answers, squirming in his grip just a bit, needing some kind of friction. Every bit of his skin feels like it's on fire in the best way. "Please."

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