"I think I rather am.." he said as he moved his hands to take Alex's jaw and then he was kissing him with far more passion than with reason; he would let Alex's hands guide while his mouth moved over Alex like a man starved. It was time to get out of clothing, for if they stayed in them-- they'd rather ruin them just as much as it was possible for the two of them to do so.

And honestly, Henry was looking forward to peeling that whore shirt right off Alex-- revealing skin that clearly begged for his mouth. "So, Sweetheart-- I think that I am going to start taking off your clothes and then I'm going to endeavor to lick every inch of your skin..." it'd been a while since he's had any sort of sex.. maybe upwards of two years?

Henry had honestly lost track.