He's thinking about all the things they've talked about doing, the wicked laws they're even thinking about breaking with the Oval Office... but then Henry is sinking down to his knees in front of Alex and there is nothing in his thoughts but that man.

His prince. Fuck.

"You're cheating. You're wicked and dangerous and beautiful," he breathes out, trembling at the idea of watching Henry blowing him with that way he did that made it seem like he's made for it.