[ Oh, those fingers. Every time they've fallen into bed together, Alec has found a new way to appreciate Henry's fingers. Even now, the way they explore the line of his arousal through the fabric, the way they hook into the waistband of his underwear and draw it away sends a thrill through him.
And when Henry's fingers at last close around him, he breathes out a soft little groan. Alec's eyes flutter closed for a second, lost in the sensation. ]
Of course I am.
[ Like he could hide it at this point. His own fingers curl into Henry's hair, grip firm but not pulling. Not yet. ]
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And when Henry's fingers at last close around him, he breathes out a soft little groan. Alec's eyes flutter closed for a second, lost in the sensation. ]
Of course I am.
[ Like he could hide it at this point. His own fingers curl into Henry's hair, grip firm but not pulling. Not yet. ]
You look so good down there.