He moved away slightly but this time it was to move Henri so he was flat on his stomach, it was necessary that the Prince was comfortable so he placed a pillow under his stomach to prop up his hips, sliding a hand up his dipping back to provide warmth when he shivered a little.

He knelt in between Henri’s part legs, reminding himself to keep to the program and not bury his head between his pale legs to get a taste of his sweet-smelling shimmering slick.

Claude reflexively held down Henri’s waist when he jolted as the Alpha brushed the pad of his thumb over his hole, pushing his slick back in. It was a struggle not to get distracted by that, Claude barely remembering what he intended to do.

He held his breath as he gently pushed in his forefinger, watching with a manic fascination as Henri eagerly sucked his finger in, the Omega thrashing under his firm hold as he cried into the sheets.

Slick spurted out as Claude pushed his finger in deeper, pressing his finger against the Omega’s wet velvety walls. He gently thrust in and out, keeping a close eye on Henri’s reaction to his movements. He knew that Henri wouldn’t be able to protest if he was doing something wrong so he was very careful, but if his whining and shaking were any indication, Claude could say he was on the right track.

He pulled out his finger and pushed in two this time, his middle finger reaching deeper in. He glanced at Henri again to find the Omega staring at him with desperate teary eyes, clarity in his glassed-over grey eyes.

Henri should have probably been mortified out of his mind when his head cleared enough to realize that Claude had a finger deep in him but there was no chance of that, not when he felt so unsatisfied. It felt like he kept missing a spot, not to mention that he was moving tortuously slow.

He tried to communicate this the best he could, his hands clutching the sheets when Claude turned to look at him. Curse him and his weakness for half-naked Alphas because what he wanted then was for Claude to drape himself over him and press him into the bed.

But before then, he needed Claude to push him over the edge before he went insane from frustration. Unable to stop himself, he pushed back on Claude’s fingers, whining out the Alpha’s name.

Henri yelped when that caused Claude to curl his fingers, thighs trembling as pleasure exploded in sparks behind his eyelids. If it weren’t for the pillow propped underneath him, he would have been sprawled on the bed already, his entire body felt like it was made of liquid.

He desperately clawed at the sheets when Claude sped up the pace of his thrusts next, angling it so it hit whatever spot inside of him that made him see stars, weak screams of Claude’s name, and frantic little ’ah ah’ spilling from his parted lips as his eyes slipped shut.

He shuddered so hard when he orgasmed that it made his moans quake, shoulders shaking as he sobbed in pleasure. This time, he didn’t so much as blackout as he fell asleep from pure exhaustion, his skin cooling, that seductive red dusting on his pale skin fading away.

Claude reluctantly pulled out his fingers when Henri fell quiet, his entire hand was drenched in slick all the way to his wrist. The insides of Henri’s thighs were also wet with slick, as well as the sheets under him.

Claude’s pale eyes dimmed at this, his shoulders sagging in exhaustion - somehow, he had survived. He pushed to his feet, gingerly picking up Henri’s limp body. He planned to give the Prince a bath before changing the sheets, and after settling him into his clean bed, he would leave.

By the time he went to get Henri from where he left him soaking in the wooden tub, he could see that his complexion had returned to normal and that he was peacefully sleeping. Claude tried not to stare too hard at the reddening spots that he had left behind on Henri’s soft skin, wishing he had bit and sucked more into his skin.

He dressed Henri in a simple dress shirt knowing that his skin must still be a bit oversensitive before tucking him in. Claude pushed a hand through his short red hair, wishing it still had its length so that he could let out some of his frustration that way.

He snatched up his long discarded shirt, taking a gander at the time to see that it was already past four - it would be dawn soon. He was relieved that it was still so early because it would be a little difficult to explain why he was waddling to his room with a painfully obvious hard-on in his pants.

On his way back to his dorm room, he could finally think of other things like what could have caused this. He knew for sure that Alexander had something to do with this but unlike other times when he would want to kick the Alpha Prince’s side till he bled, he wanted to send him a fruit basket and a letter of thanks.

Because of the idiot’s scheming, he had gotten to be many of Henri’s firsts in a single night. Claude had a shit-eating grin on his face as he walked past his sleeping roommate to his bathroom, sure he was so hard that it hurt, but that didn’t douse his satisfaction.

"Oi! What the fuck are yo-" His roommate sat up to ask when he opened his bathroom door, the other Alpha sleepily rubbing his eyes only to freeze up. "Hold on- why do you smell like an Omega in heat?" He stopped to ask, voice raspy. "Did you... Fucking hell..."

Claude just took off a shoe and hurled it at his roommate, hitting the Alpha on the head with scary accuracy. "Shut it." He added, but there was no missing the grin in his voice as he continued into the bathroom.