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[Henry’s smile twitches at “that fucking pickle.” Yes, he still thinks it’s hilarious.]

You got dice, too? What goes around comes around.

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They're purple and everything.

[ The corner of his mouth quirks. He thought it was funny, in an ironic sort of way. ]

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[Oh, yes, he's sure Alec found some amusement in being given dice, all things considered.]

Themed just for you. Mine were similar. [Not purple, but black and red. Fitting.] Some higher power out there thinks they're being funny.

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Don't they always?

[ Even if their sense of humor is often not funny at all. ]

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They think they do, yes.

[But no, it's not funny.]

You're doing gift-giving for the evening, right?

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I think I've gotten everything delivered already, so I'm a free bird. Why?

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In that case, why don't you stay for the night?

[Henry, as seems to be the case thus far, is never shy about asking.]

Or at least for a little while longer. Don't fly off just yet.

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[ Well, at least Henry knows what he wants. Alec can't say he minds. ]

Fine by me. I've got nowhere to be.

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[Henry has always known what he wants. Alec just happens to have slotted himself right into the center of all those wants, as of late, like a black hole devouring all else--

Not that he expected a rejection, but he's pleased to hear his willingness to stay, all the same.]

You know, I'm starting to realize there's more than one use for that portal you've set up in my room.

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You mean aside from me sneaking presents into your room?

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Yes. [As if Alec doesn't know what he's talking about.] Like sneaking you in and out of my room.

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[ He laughs. ]

Keep up, Henry. I thought about that like two days ago.

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[wow.]

And here I was, being practical, while you were motivated for other reasons altogether.

[This is not an actual complaint. (Nor is it serious.)]

[striketwice]

Is that so? And just what are your motivations for having me sneak in and out of your room?

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I told you. An easy emergency escape route.

But now that I know you're just looking for an equally easy shortcut into my bed, well, I hardly know how to feel.

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Did I say that? When did I say that? Please, enlighten me, mister "why don't you stay for the night".

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[His attempt at playing coy, which was never serious to start, falls to pieces. Henry laughs lightly but earnestly.]

I guess you've got me there.

[Oh well.]

You owe me something from the game, by the way. Do you remember?

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[ Yeah, he thought so. ]

I do? I think you're going to have to jog my memory.

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[He steps forward to close what notable space remains between them.]

I think I'm owed exactly one instance of physical touch.

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[ There's that smirk again. His eyes flick up to Henry's. ]

Just one?

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One... and then some.

[Henry reaches out, resting a hand at the side of Alec's face for just a moment before it slides downwards, his fingertips resting gently beneath his chin.

He leans in forward for a kiss.]

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[ It's the "and then some" that he's honestly hoping for. Henry's hand is warm against the side of his face, his touch surprisingly gently when it shifts. But maybe little things like this keep happening. Maybe he doesn't mind it so much, from Henry.

Alec leans in to meet him, his own hand slipping up to curl around the back of Henry's neck. ]

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[There’s always been a flare of hunger in every kiss he’s given Alec, a sort of assertiveness that comes part and parcel with Henry’s actual personality, not just the one he keeps forward-facing towards the world. And it’s no different this time, either; that sharp eagerness exists here and now, as he catches his lips against Alec’s.

But there’s something else, too. The way it lingers, just a half-second before he pulls away, reticent to break their connection — it’s more than just hungry and impatient, like that first day they slept together. It’s almost fond, almost even… gentle. Blame the Christmas present, maybe.

He looks at him with bright, mismatched eyes once he does pull away, the moment dissipating.]

Bed?

[To be fair, he can still be impatient.]

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[ Alec has become quite well-acquainted with the whirlwind of force that is Henry's personality, the fire that simmers beneath that polite façade. It often comes out when it's just the two of them behind closed doors, and it comes out now in the hungry way Henry claims his lips.

And then there's something else. A moment, fleeting as a heartbeat, where this thing between them softens, and Alec very nearly leans back in to try and pursue it. He doesn't. It's over as quickly as it came, and things are back to how they should be.

The corner of his mouth lifts. Typical Henry. ]

Bed.

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[His smile is serene, though his look is sharp with that telltale impatience. At least the track record thus far proves that he’s hardly twisting Alec’s arm.

To bed, then.

…Their time spent together on this night is much like their previous trysts; heated and eager and just aggressive enough to leave marks afresh on each other’s body. But something different happens this time: instead of someone taking their leave—neither seemed keen on indulging themselves in the post-coital languidness for too long before now—he finds that Alec has… fallen asleep. In his bed.

For a while, Henry just watches him, and commits once more the lines of his profile to his memory. It’s strangely serene, seeing him like this, and the rarity of it compels him to make use of his newest holiday gift.

Whether or not Alec eventually awakens to the sound of a pencil scratching gently across paper is yet to be seen. But regardless, Henry sits up in his bed, turned at an angle to see him, crossed-legged beneath where the sheets bunch just below his waist. He's drawing in his sketchbook.]