[The look on Alec’s face banishes the bulk of Henry’s disbelief, and the request eliminates whatever fragments might remain. What’s left is the sensation of all he’s kept neatly tucked away starting to unfurl, tendriling warmly in the pit of his chest, constricting in his throat. Let free, and it’s almost debilitating.
Almost.
For once, he does not perceive it as a command for his pride to balk at. His body practically moves on its own, and he manages to shift over to close the space between them, leans in with his forearm bracing himself against the back of the couch, and meets Alec’s lips with his own. He doesn’t care if it comes across as too eager. This encapsulates everything that he wants.]
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Almost.
For once, he does not perceive it as a command for his pride to balk at. His body practically moves on its own, and he manages to shift over to close the space between them, leans in with his forearm bracing himself against the back of the couch, and meets Alec’s lips with his own. He doesn’t care if it comes across as too eager. This encapsulates everything that he wants.]