Henry’s c**k, despite having just had what might’ve been the best release in the whole of existence, perked up feebly.
Theo noticed, because of course he would, and brushed a fingertip over the nape of Henry’s neck. “All mine. And so eager, and so sweet. How are you feeling?”
Henry managed, with drowsy effort, to raise one amused eyebrow at that.
“Yes, thank you.” Theo drummed the fingertips over his neck, lightly. “You haven’t been coughing as much. I was wondering if it was something about being here. Your home, I mean, not this specific inn.”
“I like this inn. I like this bed. Do you know, I hadn’t noticed…” He thought it over. “Maybe. I hadn’t thought I’d felt any different—it’s always come and gone, not a s*x reference, don’t say it—”
“I wasn’t,” Theo said, with such perfect sinc
