Destroyed and then reassembled, undoubtedly. He'd never be the same after all this, but that had been true from the moment he'd tasted Henry's lips, maybe since the moment that he'd met him even if he hadn't known it at the time. He was infinitely aware now.

His eyes shut tightly, he realized that he couldn't hope to last very long before that hand and that far too talented tongue brought him to his release.

"God, fuck... Henry, I'm close. I can't..."