Alex was not a strong enough man to resist sinking his teeth into that neck as Henry's head fell back, teeth and lips worrying over perfect, pale skin, leaving a very obvious hickey that would very obviously not be easily covered without a turtle neck or a scarf. It was like he wanted to taste the pleasure off Henry's skin as the prince came.

A groan of his own at the sound of his name of that curse, such delightful filth from his poised prince.

His own hips jerked hard against him, burying himself deep before he finally let go, letting the clenching of those walls around him milk his seed from him, painting that tight passage white with his seed. "Henry..." just his name, a roughened groan before he kissed soothingly at the bite mark that he'd left.