They were perfect right now, but infuriating to each other as well-- infuriatingly perfect, the sort of feeling that made it more than evident that they were meant for each other. How many times had Henry been annoyed by Alex's charming good looks and that roguish smile, how many times had he wanted to pull the other man by the lapels of his leather jacket and just shake him.
Come to find out he had just wanted to kiss him all along.
That explained so much.
Letting him in like this was like allowing him in a secret spot, a part of who he was as a person; and laid naked like this before him-- Henry knew that the other man would see all of his flaws and his insecurities. Part of himself had been scared of allowing anyone to do just that, until he'd met Alex and gotten to know him and then it had been inevitable. So his fingers clenched into shoulders and then he whispered against mouth, "Please.." and was reward with movement, the hilting which had his mouth parting into a soundless plea, and he tried not to but it came out-- his hips arching upward to gain more contact.
"Good, if you even try--" which was a threat wrapped in a package of subtle low-lying begging.
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Come to find out he had just wanted to kiss him all along.
That explained so much.
Letting him in like this was like allowing him in a secret spot, a part of who he was as a person; and laid naked like this before him-- Henry knew that the other man would see all of his flaws and his insecurities. Part of himself had been scared of allowing anyone to do just that, until he'd met Alex and gotten to know him and then it had been inevitable. So his fingers clenched into shoulders and then he whispered against mouth, "Please.." and was reward with movement, the hilting which had his mouth parting into a soundless plea, and he tried not to but it came out-- his hips arching upward to gain more contact.
"Good, if you even try--" which was a threat wrapped in a package of subtle low-lying begging.