[Henry doesn’t reply at first. When his tongue slides from base to tip, it then lingers at the head of Alec’s cock, before his lips seal over it in another slow—almost lazy—kiss. Mm-hmm, he answers in a hum, in a way that purposefully draws out each syllable so that Alec can feel the reverberations of each one.
One might get the sense that Henry is more than willing to take his torturous time with him; give him the benefit of the doubt, and maybe it’s because this is a new experience, a new act for him, never mind his eager willingness.
But Alec probably knows Henry well enough by now to guess that he’s just being difficult. Even on his knees, he can exert a little bit of his own brand of control.]
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One might get the sense that Henry is more than willing to take his torturous time with him; give him the benefit of the doubt, and maybe it’s because this is a new experience, a new act for him, never mind his eager willingness.
But Alec probably knows Henry well enough by now to guess that he’s just being difficult. Even on his knees, he can exert a little bit of his own brand of control.]