"Good. Then that decides it. We'll take it and we'll make it ours." And, Alex thought, draw out that moment as long as it could possibly last. He watched Henry's face, meeting that unfairly sky-clear gaze as he continued his ministrations over his prick, enjoying the hitches of breath, the way that Henry looked, beautiful and wanting and, for tonight at least, his.

He considered the other man for a long moment. "You look so good in my bed." It was frankly ridiculous.

A glance to his nightstand, considering. "I think I have something we can, ah... use." Conveniently enough he'd picked up some massage oil that he liked the smell of, figuring that sore muscles from questing were likely inevitable. But he looked at Henry for confirmation that this was okay, that it was what he wanted.