Henry knew without the doubt of a shadow, that Alex would follow through on that promise to make him feel good. But honestly, he would've accepted anything that Alex gave him, the sun that rained down on his ocean--- he soaked it up, sparkled perhaps underneath the rays of it; a shuddering gasp as Alex's hand wrapped around his cock and then gave it a slick smooth stroke; his entire psyche unused to this especially for someone he fancied as more than just a bed partner (he was archaic enough that of course he would use that term)

No one was watching, this was theirs-- it was theirs and he did not want to give it up.

He looked into those eyes, the whiskey desire within them and his fingertips lightly tracing against the curve of a hip, gods he could feel that part where the v would generally slide into pants; he'd seen enough of Alex in magazines-- clad in swimming trunks that looked absolutely decadent.

"I want that.. I want to steal that moment we are given."