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1. The Rites of Bacchus by ch3rubd0lls

   Fandoms: The Secret History - Donna Tartt  

   • Explicit
   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • M/M
   • Complete Work

   31 Dec 2025

   Tags

   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • Richard Papen/Henry Winter
   • Henry Winter
   • Richard Papen
   • Porn With Plot
   • Porn
   • Porn with Feelings
   • Hate Sex
   • Implied/Referenced Cheating
   • Blow Jobs
   • Anal Fingering
   • Hand Jobs
   • Choking
   • Choking Kink
   • Degradation
   • Degradation Kink
   • Verbal Degradation
   • Anal Sex
   • Somnophilia
   • Mildly Dubious Consent
   • Non-Consensual Somnophilia
   • referenced orgy
   • Referenced bacchanal
   • Hickeys
   • Biting
   • Biting Kink
   • Scratching
   • Rough Sex
   • Unconscious Dove: might cause allergic reaction
   • Don't Like Don't Read
   • Like the dove isn't dead but it's not doing great
   • On Life Support
   • They're both freaks and very into it
   • Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane
   • Bottom Henry Winter
   • Top Richard Papen
   • Angry Sex
   • Angry Richard Papen
   • Developing Relationship
   • Henry and Richard get more OOC with every installment but i tried to make it work
   • In my humble opinion this could still be in the canon realm

   Summary

   'You saw Dionysus?' Henry let a thick billow of smoke curl past his lips lazily.

   'We did a whole lot more than see him.'

   'What,' Richard snarked, 'was he a part of your little orgy?' He himself heard the jealousy dripping from his tone. Henry just inclined his head, a silent, infuriatingly nonchalant admission.
   Richard glared at him coldly. Henry felt his fury through the room and was growing quickly tired of it. He rose from his chair, took a step toward the door.
   'You sit back down,' came the harsh order from Richard. His eyes spat fire. 'Now.' Henry raised a brow, but obliged. Sank back into his chair.

   Or: Henry undergoes THE bacchanal (r.i.p. farmer). Richard isn't all too pleased. Revenge somno ensues!

   Series

   • Part 5 of Theory of Forms (TSH)

   Language:

   English

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