"And not just who but where," he teases, nipping at Henry's lower lip. They're meant to be having the most wicked of liaisons but right now all he can think is about getting his hands on the other man.

Groaning against Henry's mouth, he tongue sweeping over the other's mouth. Loving the taste of him, how his hands feel, and aching for so much more. Unable to help himself, rocking against the other man and grinding himself against Henry's hip. Already hard, achingly so, and not hiding it.