[It’s nice to feel Alec move beneath him, to feel him arch a little as he kisses him. And Henry harbors no illusions about this starting and ending as a simple makeout session on the bed, either; if words aren’t enough to relay the depth of affection he feels for this man, then he’ll just have to show him physically, wherever that might take them.
And so he parts his lips, deepens the kiss into something more seeking and self-indulgent on his own end. But that hand that’s seated itself behind his neck… Henry raises his own to take Alec by the wrist and remove it, repositioning it up and over his head, pinning it down—firmly, not roughly—into the mattress.
50/50 chance Alec will let him get away with it, but he pulls away to murmur into his mouth-]
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And so he parts his lips, deepens the kiss into something more seeking and self-indulgent on his own end. But that hand that’s seated itself behind his neck… Henry raises his own to take Alec by the wrist and remove it, repositioning it up and over his head, pinning it down—firmly, not roughly—into the mattress.
50/50 chance Alec will let him get away with it, but he pulls away to murmur into his mouth-]
Let me touch you. Let me spoil you for a little.