"Nothing important," Alex agreed because what was important was the way that Henry reacted beneath his touch, the way his legs opened further, that permission to touch, to move closer. He had to swallow back a groan of his own as Henry spoke, because it was entirely too sexy the way he said what he wanted, especially when it was something that Alex could give to him.

An insistent slow pressure then, and one finger sank slowly into that tight passage, and Alex had a moment where his brain nearly went blank on him as he thought about being inside him, about how Henry would feel around him, squeezing at his aching cock.

He kept that steady pressure, sinking slowly to the knuckle, twisting gently to begin a slow massage of those inner walls.