“Everything,” Henry said, and met his gaze head-on. “Everything, Theo, please.”
Theo smiled at him through candlelight and firelight. “Then I think perhaps you should remove your clothing.”
Henry hopped off the bed and did exactly that, quickly but neatly; he even folded everything, a squared-off pile on the closest chair, and then he returned.
Theo was still dressed, but had shifted to sit at the edge of the bed, and had lowered one hand to the evident bulge in his trousers: rubbing idly, stroking himself through fabric. Henry licked his lips, inadvertently.
“I’d prefer not to get terribly messy.” Theo’s eyes danced. “And as I recall you’re quite good at taking care in that regard. You’re quite good at taking…everything. Will you get on your knees for me, Henry?”
“Yes,” Henry told hi
