It did rather shed some light on the tension that had existed between them, why all their traded jabs had seemed so charged, even as they'd grown friendlier and friendlier, closer and closer that tension had continued.

And now it was this, lips on lips and bodies entwined and the world made more sense than it ever had -- even this world, which was still an impossible place to exist in.

A shiver ran through him at that whispered plea. God he'd given Henry the stars in the sky if he asked for them like that, would spend the rest of his life chasing them down until he had the whole sky in his hands for the other man.

"Wouldn't dream of it, gorgeous. Not until you come apart for me." He gave a slow rock of his hips, drawing back and rocking forward to bury himself fully in that welcoming body again and again.