Alex was more than a little drunk off it, the way it felt to have Henry lean back into him, move against him. One hand ran up Henry's side, to press flat to his chest, holding the other man all the closer while his other hand continued to work his cock, to coax more reactions from him, greedy for every little sound and hitch of breath from him.

A turn of his own head brought his cheek brushing against wet hair, lips brushing his temple as he spoke. "Mmhmm. Don't worry. I've got you, baby." He had him, and he would not let him go -- physically in this moment and metaphorically for so much longer. Mine was the thought in his mind, the one he had no business having but was there nevertheless.