"I'm pretty confident, yeah. I'm a quick learner." His previous hookups with men, few as they were, had been fooling around, hands and frottage and mouths. So he'd never fucked another man before, but he wasn't a virgin, and he wanted Henry so goddamned badly he couldn't imagine this being anything but perfect.

Especially since they still were so very much themselves, poking and teasing at each other, a contest of wits and wills and that edge of competition.

A competition that Henry struck a surely winning blow with when he arched against him, when he made that sound. Alex choked on his breath. "Pretty cocky, your majesty." But he was certain Henry was right, that Alex would be crying out his name, would be spilling out prayers to the other man. But he didn't have to admit that.