Down bad. That was what Henry was looking for in terms of idioms, and Alex was down so fucking bad for Henry.
His fingers continued playing through his hair now -- because he wasn't being dissuaded from it and found that he rather loved it, just being able to touch the other man, small bits of affection that couldn't be explained away because of lust or desire or whatever the reasonable excuse for what they were doing falling into bed together was.
"Yeah? Good. I mean, I know you're training hard for the insomniac olympics and all, but..."
Alex shifted then, reluctantly, moving so that he could properly pull out of Henry. He reached over to grab up a simple black t-shirt that had been tucked behind a pillow -- the top he'd been using for pajamas, but right now it would serve a greater purpose -- and with a deliberate gentleness, he cleaned the worst of the mess from Henry's skin. That would buy them a bit of time to linger together in bed.
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His fingers continued playing through his hair now -- because he wasn't being dissuaded from it and found that he rather loved it, just being able to touch the other man, small bits of affection that couldn't be explained away because of lust or desire or whatever the reasonable excuse for what they were doing falling into bed together was.
"Yeah? Good. I mean, I know you're training hard for the insomniac olympics and all, but..."
Alex shifted then, reluctantly, moving so that he could properly pull out of Henry. He reached over to grab up a simple black t-shirt that had been tucked behind a pillow -- the top he'd been using for pajamas, but right now it would serve a greater purpose -- and with a deliberate gentleness, he cleaned the worst of the mess from Henry's skin. That would buy them a bit of time to linger together in bed.