Something in Alex shattered. Or maybe it was everything in him, everything except that unfailing need to give Henry exactly what he wanted. So he let go, letting that desire and need take over, hips crashing to Henry's ass over and over, hard now, as if he fully intended on knocking the breath from his lungs with each thrust.

He was chasing his own pleasure, groaning softly with the bliss of burying himself inside his lover in each hard drive of his hips.

"You are... so perfect..." How dare anyone be so perfect.

Burying his face against Henry's neck, he moaned the other man's name again and again in a litany of prayer and pleading and encouragement.