Oh Alex fully agreed. Clothing needed to be gone immediately if not sooner. There was too much between them, and he wanted to feel Henry -- all of Henry -- wanted to learn all the lines and curves and angles of the other man until they were familiar territory that he could map with his eyes closed.

He was clinging to Henry now for dear life the way the prince has the world beneath his feet trembling. That did not stop him from beginning the process of working Henry's fancy party clothes off, that damnably sexy little bow at his neck, the ornate buttons, all of. He was very aware of the absurd wings of his own masquerade outfit pressed against the door, but they didn't matter so long as Henry was kissing him, touching him.

"Oh... Yeah, that sounds... yeah, good. Please, baby..."