[The denim crumples at Alec’s feet, at Henry’s knees. It might as well be altogether forgotten, because now he’s too busy appreciating that bulge pressing against the fabric of Alec’s underwear, the line of him already half-hard from anticipation. He drifts his fingers up and along those contours, suddenly caught between wanting to take his time with him, and wanting to adhere to exactly what he says.
Ultimately, he decides that even that thin fabric needs to go, and slides his underwear down, letting it drop and freeing his arousal completely. To be appreciated from a decidedly new angle.
Henry doesn’t wait to be asked this time. He wants to touch him, never mind what else follows — he reaches up and wraps his long fingers around Alec’s shaft, his face still tilted up to gauge his reaction.]
Already eager.
[(As if Henry isn’t; like there isn’t a bulge between his legs, as well, only less prominent because he still has all of his clothes on.)]
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Ultimately, he decides that even that thin fabric needs to go, and slides his underwear down, letting it drop and freeing his arousal completely. To be appreciated from a decidedly new angle.
Henry doesn’t wait to be asked this time. He wants to touch him, never mind what else follows — he reaches up and wraps his long fingers around Alec’s shaft, his face still tilted up to gauge his reaction.]
Already eager.
[(As if Henry isn’t; like there isn’t a bulge between his legs, as well, only less prominent because he still has all of his clothes on.)]