'My god, you are fun to kiss' did not even remotely begin to encapsulate that which Henry felt as their mouths collided, further electricity at the touch of tongue which he was all for, and then he was tasting the unique taste of the other man, it was bright and citrus, a morning kiss full of light and warmth and he would find himself quickly growing addicted to the taste and feel.

Such intimacy was not something allowed, public intimacy even more so. Alex had given him a gift even though he probably did not understand how big it was.

Henry pressed his tongue against Alex's sliding underneath, the taste of champagne was there and lent a certain fizz to it, he answered that hunger quite readily with one of his own that was greedy for the other guy.. starved even.