Page 2 of Club Royal: Calendar Collection

They wandered around the pond a little quicker this time, and though he was chilly, he paused to look back over his shoulder before he entered the house. He whined, and Master’s hand rested against his head.

“We’ll come out again soon.”

Dusty followed Master until they reached the room, and Master closed the door, removing the leash. Dusty scampered to the fireplace, where the lovely heat warmed him. He curled up in front of it and closed his eyes.

Robert

Robert removed his mask as Dusty settled in front of the fireplace. He’d requested for someone to build the fire for when they returned, and he wasn’t disappointed. Going outside on a snowy day hadn’t been the best idea, but he’d thought it would entice Henry more to go outside of his comfort zone.

Hard limits were one thing, but comfort zones were another.

Henry had explained once that he wanted to be challenged, tested, to become the best pup he could be, and that was Robert’s job.

To see what worried Henry and if there was a way around it to give him what he wanted.

His husband would never truly forget the horrors he’d seen and experienced, but Robert would do anything to give him the most amount of freedom he could.

Even if it went against Henry’s instincts sometimes.

Robert stripped off his suit and slipped into the bedroom to hang it up before redressing in his pyjamas.

He picked up Henry’s preferred bedclothes and took them back to the living room, where Dusty was still relaxing.

He knelt beside him, the heat almost too much for him now he’d warmed up considerably more, and rested a hand on Dusty’s back, stroking down his spine in firmer and firmer motions, bringing him gently out of his slumber.

“Sweetheart,” he crooned. “Time to wake up.”

Dusty whined, nuzzling his face into his paws, before Robert heard the yawn hidden by the mask.

He unfastened the buckles on his mask and slid it from his flushed face, his hair matted to his scalp.

Robert wasn’t worried, though, because Henry’s bright eyes blinked back at him, sparkling with the endorphins still floating through his body.

Lifting a straw to Henry’s mouth, he encouraged him to drink all the apple juice before pulling it away.

“Are you feeling okay?” Henry hummed, his eyes blinking drowsily.

“Ah, ah, ah. No falling back to sleep. We need to get you changed. It’s not bedtime yet, but we’re going with pyjamas, anyway.

” He raked his fingers through Henry’s sweaty hair, brushing it back from his forehead while his jewellery gave a tinkle and his heart a heavy thump.

He loved this man with everything inside him.

There was no denying it. Especially with everything he’d been through.

He deserved the world, and Robert would try to give him it.

Henry cleared his throat and pushed to his elbows. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Robert closed the distance, stopping an inch away from his lips. “You’ll always be welcome.”

Henry smiled and closed the distance, sealing their mouths in a soft, gentle kiss that sent tendrils of heat licking along Robert’s spine.

The almost tentative move was something that made him feel like he was the king of the world because Henry had chosen him.

Smart, shy Henry had chosen him. There was nothing Robert wouldn’t give him. Nothing.

“As we’re trying new things today, I was thinking…” Henry said when he pulled away.

Robert smirked. “That’s always dangerous.”

Henry narrowed his eyes, mock-frowning, though the upward curve to the corners of his lips gave him away. “I was wondering…” He looked down at his hands. “Um, would you let me have you tonight?”

“Yes,” Robert said without hesitation.

“I know we’ve always had it the other way, but I wanted to try. You mentioned that you’ve done it before, and I—”

Robert rested a hand over Henry’s mouth and caught his gaze. “Yes,” he said again, making sure Henry understood. “Yes, you can.”

“I know you said you hadn’t enjoyed it, and if you don’t, we can stop, but I wanted to try just once.”

“Henry, listen to me. Yes.” Robert stated it again slowly.

“Are you sure?” Robert nodded, and Henry’s eyes lit up.

Henry was right. Robert had never enjoyed it when he was the bottom, but he’d be willing to try with Henry because his husband wasn’t like those other people. And, at the end of the day, if he still didn’t enjoy it, he would tell Henry. They didn’t keep secrets like that.

“Tell you what. Let’s get changed, get some dinner, and we’ll have an early night. How does that sound?” Robert said.

Henry’s smile gave his answer, and for the next couple of hours, they were busy. But when their early bedtime came…

Henry stepped closer to Robert, crowding him against the edge of the bed. “Are you certain?”

Robert grinned and slid his arms around Henry’s neck. “Fuck me, Henry.”

Henry’s breath stuttered from his lungs, and Robert closed the gap, fusing their mouths, the heat of his lips branding him.

He would top from the bottom because that was what Henry needed, but he’d let Henry experience this.

If he’d realised it was something he wanted, he would’ve suggested it earlier in their relationship, but that unnoticed need would be rectified that night.

He should’ve noticed it, and Robert would apologise with his body first.

Robert slid his hands under the hem of Henry’s T-shirt, pushing it higher while his fingers skimmed over his skin.

Henry shivered and deepened the kiss, his arms banding tighter around Robert’s back.

Their T-shirts quickly disappeared, and Henry cupped Robert’s cheek, his eyes shining as he stared down at him.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

Robert smiled. “I love you more than you know.”

Henry brushed his lips over Robert’s and said, “Get on the bed, please.”

Robert did, crawling to the centre of the obscenely enormous bed and lowering to his back.

He wanted to see his husband as he took what he needed from him.

Henry climbed onto the bed, bracketing Robert’s body with his arms and legs, and stared down at him for a long second.

If Robert hadn’t known Henry’s need to be sure of situations, he would’ve squirmed under the scrutiny, but he knew enough to stay still and let Henry look his fill.

He must’ve seen what he needed because his mouth curved, and he reached for the bedside table, dropping the lube onto the bed beside them.

Then he lowered himself to cover Robert’s body, heat warming him further, and joined their mouths again.

Their hands pulled at their pyjama trousers, pushing and kicking them away until they were naked.

Writhing beneath him, Robert manoeuvred his legs around Henry’s hips, using them to tug him closer, their cocks lining up nicely. Henry’s moan fell into Robert’s mouth, and he canted his hips, creating more friction between them.

Henry tore his mouth away, resting their foreheads together while he breathed. Robert traced his jaw. “Get me ready. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Henry pressed his lips to Robert’s once more and then pushed to his knees. Grabbing the lube, he slicked his fingers and threw the tube down again. Robert spread his legs further, exposing himself, and his stomach filled with butterflies when Henry stared at his ass.

“You’re beautiful.”

For once, the praise made him blush, but he couldn’t look away.

Henry reached forward, his slick finger cool against Robert’s pucker as he massaged it in, and Robert breathed through the need to clench.

It wasn’t that he’d had terrible experiences as such, just that what he had hadn’t been great, and he’d seen no reason to try again. Not until now.

He bore down as Henry put pressure on his hole, and a finger slipped in.

A slight stinging of the area was all he felt, but that wouldn’t be it.

Henry pushed and rotated his finger, in and out, and Robert breathed through it.

The second finger burnt a little more, but he watched Henry’s face, fascinated with the expressions playing across it.

Henry had learnt to hide his expressions through his childhood for the most part, but with Robert, all his walls came down, and he saw the true Henry. It was enlightening, to say the least.

When Henry pushed a third finger in, his gaze flicked up to Robert’s when a hiss left his mouth unintentionally. “Are you okay?”

“Green.” He grinned through the sting.

The tension in Henry’s shoulders relaxed with his words, as he wanted them to, and he refocused on his mission—to drive Robert insane.

It was already much better than the last time he’d done it.

Did that have something to do with it being Henry who was doing it?

Maybe. Did he care? No. All he cared about was allowing Henry to experience this and being close to his husband.

“Is that enough?” Henry whispered.

Robert nodded. “Should be. As you well know, there will be some discomfort no matter what, but I’m ready for you.”

Henry picked up the lube again, covering his cock liberally before bracing himself on one hand and holding his dick to Robert’s ass with the other.

Henry locked gazes with him and licked his lips.

Then he pushed forward. Robert relaxed as much as he could, and although it burnt, the preparation had been enough to lower it to a bearable level.

Henry was not small, but he was careful, sliding in and out in small thrusts, getting deeper each time.

When he finally went as deep as he could, he paused, staring at Robert, his mouth slack, eyes wide. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I don’t know if I can stay still.”

Robert couldn’t help his laugh, which sent tingles through his body. He wrapped his legs around Henry’s waist and pulled him down to cover him fully. His arms slid around his back, his fingers skimming up and down his spine while Henry got himself under control.

“Breathe through it. If you wait, it’ll feel even better,” Robert said, pressing his lips to Henry’s temple.

Henry’s warm breath ghosted over Robert’s chest as his cock pulsed inside him. They lay there for a few more seconds before Robert loosened his hold. When Henry’s gaze met his, he said, “Fuck me.”

Henry’s entire body tensed, and he closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Then he opened them again and glared at him. “That wasn’t nice.”

Robert smiled. “Testing your limits is always good.”

Henry pushed to his hands, and Robert let his legs drop to the bed. “Are you ready?”

“Always.”

Henry withdrew slowly, his mouth gaping as he did, and then he pushed in again.

The burning had gone, and it was now a pleasurable, agonising glide inside him.

He gripped the back of his thighs, canting his hips more, and on Henry’s next thrust, he hit Robert’s prostate.

Robert hissed, and Henry hesitated, but Robert encouraged him to keep going.

“Good noise,” he explained.

Henry moved faster, holding himself on both hands as he pumped his hips, slamming deeper and deeper inside Robert, chasing his release.

Robert wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking in the same rhythm as Henry.

It wouldn’t take long for him because heat was already pooling in his groin, but he wanted to wait for Henry.

“Come for me, Henry. Take me. Mark me inside,” he growled.

Henry’s breathing stopped, and his eyes widened. He pounded into him before holding himself deep and dropping his head down, groaning. Robert could feel him coating his insides and let himself fall over the edge.

As he came back to the present, Henry pulled free and raced to the bathroom. If Robert hadn’t been so worn out, he would’ve laughed. He returned with a cloth and cleaned Robert, just like Robert would’ve done the same to him. Then he stood by the side of the bed as if he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Henry.” Robert waited until Henry met his gaze. “Come to bed.” He pulled the covers from beneath him and held them up. Henry nodded and slipped in beside him.

Robert dragged him into his body, wrapping himself around Henry as he always did, and pressed his lips to his forehead. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Not one bit.”

“Did you like it?” His voice was quiet, worried.

“I loved it. It might not be something I want to do all the time, but we can do it whenever you want to.” Robert was definitely a top, but he would do it for Henry.

Henry was quiet for a moment. “I enjoyed it, but I think I prefer you doing all the work.”

Laughter burst out of Robert, and he tightened his hold on Henry. “Just for that, you’ll ride me next time while I lay there relaxing.”

Henry smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, my love.”

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