[Now undress me. Henry’s hands linger where they are, fingertips light against the fabric of Alec’s pants, just barely there. The command doesn’t usher any urgency from him, but it does make him drift his fingers inward until they feel the line of his inseam — and then glide up until they drift just below his groin.
After that, it is a slow, slow drag of the back of his fingers across the fly of his pants, up towards the button. He tilts his head upwards, just ever so slightly higher, feeling those fingers in his hair.]
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After that, it is a slow, slow drag of the back of his fingers across the fly of his pants, up towards the button. He tilts his head upwards, just ever so slightly higher, feeling those fingers in his hair.]
Do you enjoy bossing me around, Alec?