Henry couldn't help the lustful desires that coursed through his veins. He had always been a sexual being, showing his love by lavishing it on his lovers in a physical sense rather than an emotional one. Henry was not good with showing emotions and sex came much easier to him. That's just how Henry coped. So naturally, it was very difficult for Henry to keep his hands off Sterling. All he wanted to do (and all he could presently think about) was to take Sterling back into the master suite and have his way with Sterling. But he was trying so hard to give Sterling what he wanted. But damnit, it was hard. You have to give the boy some credit, he was trying.

When he spoke about wanting to get a new place together when things got really serious, he had been trying to be serious. Sterling seemed to take it as a joke and Henry couldn't be mad at him. He offered him a smile. "There's nothing wrong with your flat...I just..."His voice trailed off just slightly as he tried to put his words in an order that wouldn't be offensive to Sterling. He wasn't sure that was going to be accomplished. But oh well, he tried. "...I want to love you until the sun comes up tomorrow. A new place just helps me determine when it's appropriate to love you that way. I want you to be ready. I don't want you to feel forced. I'll be patient." His voice was soft as it trailed off into silence. He wanted to love on Sterling so bad and it was utterly killing him not to. But he was going to give Sterling the world this time. And if Sterling wanted a slow pace, he would give it to him. However, Henry couldn't promise that he wouldn't imagine himself with Sterling every evening. It was bound to happen. Hopefully Sterling wouldn't catch him in the act of taking his own pleasure at night. He knew it wouldn't help matters.

Henry would make sure that he did Sterling right this time. He wasn't sure how he would manage, but he would. Did he really have a choice? Henry knew he couldn't fuck this up. Sterling was worth so much more than Henry could give. Being patient with him was the least he could do. "Anyway...I know you open the restaurant on Thursday, so I will pick you up at 4pm after your shift. I'll try to take you on a proper date." He smiled before he finished off his beer and stood from the couch. He grabbed both their plates and walked into the kitchen to begin doing the dishes. He needed to stop thinking about fucking Sterling. It was making his sweats tent at just the thought.