Alex was not surprised at the intensity, not really. Because yes, he had sensed it beneath the surface, the irresistible rip current of this man that threatened to pull him under and never let him surface again -- and oh he would happily sink into those depths with eagerness. Another quiet sound, halfway into a moan was lost into the kiss at the taste of Henry's mouth, at the slide of their tongues together.

His hands gripped at Henry's hips, holding on for dear life as they pressed together, rocked against one another. There'd be no missing his own arousal, awake and alert and aching at the prince's proximity.

"So..." he didn't break from Henry's lips even as he spoke. "Welcome to chez Alex." A pause to dive back into kissing the prince. "Make yourself at home."