"Yesterday, last week. Yeah, we've got some lost time to make up for," Alex agreed, transfixed by the sight in front of him, of Henry spread for him, eager and wanting. There was something genuinely intoxicating about being so clearly desired, especially when it was desire that mirrored and matched his own. He wanted the other man, and there was something so entirely clean and simple in that wanting, even as it was simultaneously so complicated that thinking too hard on it would send his brain into tying itself in knots.

So thinking could wait. He spent a long moment probing with his finger, feeling the way that tight hole began to soften for him, judging when it was right to add a second. God he was going to be inside him, was going to feel that tight heat clamped around his prick, was going to know what it was like to fuck Henry, to bear over him and move together with him as one body.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. "I can't wait either, sweetheart. You're going to feel so good for me... and I'm going to make you feel good too."