[ Ohhh fuck, that's so hot. If the point of this interlude wasn't to sleep together, then that plan is rapidly failing. Henry is warm and solid on top of him, his fingers painting a trail of fire along Alec's jaw.
And whatever questions he might have are swiftly cut off. Only a small noise escapes him before Henry so thoroughly claims his lips, and he finds he doesn't care to protest. He slides his hand around the back of Henry's neck, arching indulgently into the kiss. ]
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And whatever questions he might have are swiftly cut off. Only a small noise escapes him before Henry so thoroughly claims his lips, and he finds he doesn't care to protest. He slides his hand around the back of Henry's neck, arching indulgently into the kiss. ]