The moment Henry crosses the threshold, Alex reaches around him and closes the door, locking it softly so no one else can hear.

"Well feel free to blow anything else you want," he says, pushing Henry back against the door as his body pressing against the Prince's form.

There's no hesitation, his mouth claiming the British royal's mouth with a wild groan that shows just how needy and hungry he is for this moment. His hands slide over Henry's form, tracing the line of his hips before one pushes up under his shirt, no desire for hesitating or testing the water. Just needful and eager.