The combination of Henry's hot mouth, the sight of him on his knees and his throat tightening around him has Adonis getting close. "Henry," he groans, his hand tightening in Henry's hair again in a warning, "if you want me to fuck you, you're goin' to have to get up here."

"Or you can fuck me, not too picky."

Because he wasn't. He'll take and give pleasure in equal doses.