[ The mismatched eyes probably help the duality of that look. Alec isn't sure just what the look is going to lead to, but he's captivated by it all the same. A moment passes, Henry neither acts not rebuffs him. So, that must be progress, right?
It's so much more than that. Henry sinks lower, eyes locked on Alec, and where Alec might have felt victorious days or even mere hours ago, there is something about this moment, that gaze, that sends a tight coil of heat straight to his groin. Something that makes him go oh, yes. He's keenly aware of Henry's hands, those long fingers coasting along the seams of his jeans. ]
Just like that.
[ Low, quiet. His hand slides into Henry's hair again. ]
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It's so much more than that. Henry sinks lower, eyes locked on Alec, and where Alec might have felt victorious days or even mere hours ago, there is something about this moment, that gaze, that sends a tight coil of heat straight to his groin. Something that makes him go oh, yes. He's keenly aware of Henry's hands, those long fingers coasting along the seams of his jeans. ]
Just like that.
[ Low, quiet. His hand slides into Henry's hair again. ]
Now undress me.