Theo literally couldn’t breathe for want, for a moment: dizzy with it, with rightness.
Henry also nudged fabric out of the way, still without using hands; and then, as Theo’s stiffened heavy c**k emerged, Henry bent and took him in, not fast but without pause, until all of Theo’s length lay seated down his throat.
Theo heard someone make a sound, shocked and hungry: himself, he realized. His hand gripped Henry’s hair.
Henry pulled back. His eyes were brilliant with happiness: knowing he’d pleased Theo.
“Yes,” Theo managed shakily, “yes, go on, show me how good you are, you’re all mine, show me how much you’re mine,” and Henry practically glowed with pleasure, with being wanted, and got back to showing him exactly that.
With sweetness. With eagerness. With vast skill—and that thought h
