Henry would of accepted anything as long as it meant that Alex would continue to look at him like that and to lavish affection upon him. He wanted to feel the Alex's proximity, the warmth of his body and the heat of his kiss-- and it drew him like a moth to the flame. And wasn't Alex glowing incandescently.

A shiver roams through him at the touch of fingers against his chest, hitched breath that Alex can feel underneath hand, the barest tease before his trousers would be summarily divested as best as was able. "Speaking of, I suppose this means that you should like to lounge upon me?"

It was not an illusion that his legs cheated apart every so slightly.