[ He's not sure if Henry is deliberately playing to his ego or not. The slight hint of teasing in his words makes it hard to tell. Either way, he certainly likes to hear that Henry would do whatever he likes. It sends a little thrill fluttering through him. Alet lifts a hand in a the scant space between them to take his own turn at Henry's favorite gesture, tucking one knuckle beneath Henry's chin. His thumb traces the swell of Henry's lower lip.

Lovely, just lovely. ]

I want to see your lips around my cock. I want you to make me come with just your mouth. [ A tilt of his head, a small flicker of a smirk, dancing across his features in the same way lightning flickers in his eyes. ] Can you do that for me, Henry?