Alex was not a stranger to kissing, not a stranger to enjoying kissing, to makeouts. He had never had a kiss make his knees feel weak, but here he was not entirely certain he could trust his feet beneath him. Maybe that was why his hold tightened on Henry, or maybe it was because there was a growing sense of desperation, of need to kiss the prince utterly breathless.

He'd forgotten where they were forgotten everything beyond Henry and that effervescent taste of champagne on the other man's lips, now on his own, and going straight to his head. His fingers were still buried in Henry's hair as he finally broke from his lips, though did not draw back far, lips still nearly touching.

"Oh..." Eloquence at its finest. "Wow." Alex Claremont-Diaz struck speechless. Somewhere pigs were sprouting wings.