[At some point, they'll undoubtedly cross a threshold where the last thing Henry cares about is the state of his hair. Even now, it's perilously close, the feeling of Alec's fingertips at his scalp nearly enough to send a shiver down his spine. He tamps it down for now.
His own hand, still grasping around Alec's arm, trails up to affix itself on his shoulder, giving him a grounding to point to continue leaning into the kiss. And he lets it linger, likes the taste of him, as always -- until he pulls back, just barely enough to give them clearance to speak.
Practically a murmur, a little bit of a tease:] Say it. Ask it of me, and I'll do whatever you like.
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His own hand, still grasping around Alec's arm, trails up to affix itself on his shoulder, giving him a grounding to point to continue leaning into the kiss. And he lets it linger, likes the taste of him, as always -- until he pulls back, just barely enough to give them clearance to speak.
Practically a murmur, a little bit of a tease:] Say it. Ask it of me, and I'll do whatever you like.