[Henry might claim to be playing to Alec’s ego if asked, but there is no getting around the fact that hearing those words spoken aloud sends a spark through him. A little flash of lurid excitement, ushering in very compelling mental imagery and a warmth that threatens to coil right beneath his belly.

Alec takes him by the chin, brushes his thumb over the sensitive skin of his lower lip, and Henry can’t help but be enthralled, again, by the stormlight in his eyes.]

For you? I’ll do just about anything.

[(And perhaps this applies to more than just the bedroom.)]

You’re the only person I know who can willingly get me on my knees, after all.