[ He and Henry are both in the business of secrets to some degree, so to have this, something they can keep between themselves and be utterly selfish about, is a gift unto itself.
So is kissing Henry, he's realizing. They had that one moment before, free from the burden of expectation and the sharp edge of heat, and he'd thought to himself how nice it was. He never pursued more of it afterwards, but now... well, he just might.
This is soft and slow and warm, and Alec is more than happy to indulge in it for a while. ]
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So is kissing Henry, he's realizing. They had that one moment before, free from the burden of expectation and the sharp edge of heat, and he'd thought to himself how nice it was. He never pursued more of it afterwards, but now... well, he just might.
This is soft and slow and warm, and Alec is more than happy to indulge in it for a while. ]