"Was there a two-for-one sale on names that day? Your parents had a coupon?" Alex teased gently, suddenly finding his own name a much more reasonable length in comparison. But all right. "Henry Fox," he repeated, like he wanted to taste the shape of it on his lips. Yeah, that felt very right for the man he'd come to know. "Until you're in trouble anyway." Then he'd break out all the middle names, as was tradition.

His hands meanwhile lingered in appreciation of that ass before returning to the very enjoyable task of pampering his... oh god. Not that Henry was his anything, right? Except Alex's heart was quite insistent that yes he was. Clearly. His Henry.

"Turn around baby?"