Those evenings that Sterling had spent within Henry's bed nearly a year and a half ago were short but, none the less, passionate encounters. At least, those ones he could remember. Never in their checkered past had they had something like this. There'd never been a date with those teasing words, never the welcomed bottle of wine before the fireplace, never the way in which Henry had so relentlessly teased his figure, so easily eliciting a reaction from the warlock. Unfortunately for Sterling, those touches, those caresses, and hell, those kisses, hardly lasted terribly long before his lover so pulled away from him. Those words of so declaring that, perhaps, they should wait were met with but the briefest glimpse of consideration before Sterling found himself so readily begging for Henry's touch, for those sensations to so continue. God how he found himself yearning for those sensations even further down his physique, in all the spots Henry had so purposefully avoided. How he doubted Henry knew what he was so capable of doing to the man! His own touch was entirely gentle as he tried to tug at Henry's shirt, so attempting to pull the man back against him in at least some fashion or another. He could hardly deny how much he simply hoped that his boyfriend would give into those carnal desire that so often filled his lover's system.

He hardly anticipated the silence that he was presented with, or the way in which, without even saying a word, Henry's head slowly leaned forward only for his lips to press together in a ginger kiss upon the flannel fabric of his pajama pants. His breath hitched within his throat at that entire simply, soft touch such a kiss so finally afforded him, that warmth of Henry's breath so sending a shiver up his spine in that moment. There was no denying that he was very muched aroused by his lover. He squirmed under Henry's fingers as the man reached up to pull the waistband of his pants, so effectively pulling those pants low enough to reveal those more intimate areas of the man. A soft moan left his mouth as Henry's lips pressed against him, his breath quickening as Henry's fingers so embraced him. That movement of Henry's fingers against his skin so provided a nearly glorious friction that he so craved for, those nerve endings entirely alight as the warlock leaned back, his eyes fluttering closed as his boyfriend's lips once again settled down upon him. His fingers reached down, entangling within his lover's hair with a touch of affection as Henry's tongue so began to move around his sensitive skin, so eliciting that sweet sounds from the man's lips, "God...Henry..." He muttered softly, allowing the man to do exactly as his pleased with his body in those wonderful moments.

STERLING TENEMBRAGE