Alex was distracted. How could he not be distracted? Henry was playing his body and his heart like a master musician plied their instrument of choice, and Alex would dance to whatever song it was that the prince was playing.

He leaned into the wall where he found himself trapped, glancing back over his shoulder at the other man. His dark eyes were darker than usual, pupils nearly subsuming the iris entirely. His lips parted around a rush of breath, the arousal dizzying. Or was that the heat from the shower? Or just being in Henry's presence?

So really, Alex did the only reasonable thing a person in his position could do -- begging. "Please, baby..."