This was, of course, a thing bros did. Casual, purely casual, and not earthshattering or heart-changing. Nope, of course not. His world wasn't shattering and rebuilding itself in brighter colors, kinder edges, shaped around his prince.

His hips drove into Henry with growing desperation, on the heels of his release. He bit at the skin where his face was pressed, no doubt leaving a mark, but it could probably mostly be hidden by a collar. Probably. Maybe not. He'd apologize later. Possibly. In all likelihood he'd just be pleased with himself over it, a small staking of a claim he had no right to make.

God though in this moment he was too caught in that increasing throb of his impending orgasm, so close, but he wanted to hold out, wanted to fall together with Henry.