More than that.
Theo wanted to give Henry a good and thorough buggering. He wanted to pin him down onto his mattress and climb on top of him and tell him how good he was, how well-behaved, how perfect. And after, he wanted to wrap his naked body in a blanket and feed him buttered crumpets and tea and pet his head.
Theo had never felt this way about anyone before. Not this strongly, anyway.
Arousal, for him, had generally been something he needed to take care of every now and then, and when it presented itself, he preferred to do so on his own. In his bed or shower, with the enchanted glass dildos presently locked under his bed, so he could minimize the mess.
On the rare occasions he desired something more, he found ways to obtain it. He knew about certain halls and pubs and clubs; he h
