Did he like it? Like wasn't a strong enough word. It sent shivers through him, over his skin like a roaming caress, straight to the heart of him where it quickened his pulse into a fluttering mess and due south where it had his body stirring in response, far more quickly than he'd want to admit. Henry had such an effect on him.

His fingers curled tighter in that hair, breath leaving him in a trembling sigh. His other arm slipped around Henry, pulling him closer, hand running up his spine, around his side, anywhere he could touch.

"Fuck, Henry..." A quiet curse. "Of course I like it. It's... you're... perfect."