Sterling's head leaned back against those pillows, those soft groans so leaving his lips, his breath leaving his lips in an entirely quick fashion as Henry's fingers so danced against that tender, sensitive flesh. He had forgotten just how capable of a lover his boyfriend was, far excelling his own skills. His memories of Henry's hands paled in comparison to the actuality. He knew well enough that Henry's far superiority in this department was from the numerous individuals that came before him and yet, in this moment, Henry was entirely his and that was a simple fact that made those sensations that assaulted his frame all the more arousing. That touch in combination with Henry's own lips and accompanying tongue were entirely overwhelming for the man, especially after months, or was it a year now, of not being touched by anyone other than himself. He could hardly help the way in which his hips had started to shift ever so slightly with each movement of Henry's hands, only further pushing him towards that edge of satisfaction. He was so close, it was so close, he could feel that pleasure with each brush of the man's fingers, with each breath that so teased at that skin.

A soft whine left his lips, his gaze fluttering open instantly as Henry's mouth left those sensitive parts of his body that so yearned for him. His bright blue eyes refocused upon his lover, his breath nearly panting as Henry's lips pressed gingerly along his stomach, moving upwards steadily across the planes of his chest and further upwards still. His lips eagerly met his lover's own, his hands reaching up to nestle against Henry's neck, so deepening that kiss to show that adoration he so held for his boyfriend. He allowed Henry to pull away, those softly whispered words only further pushed Sterling towards that climax, his companion's hand even further coaxing him to that beautiful end. It was only several moments that passed before that final groan left his lips, his back arching ever so slightly as he so gave Henry exactly what he had requested. His body collapsed against that mountain of pillows Henry had so crafted, utterly exhausted and yet, he hardly remained there long. After all, Sterling was the very epitome of a giver, hardly even so much as capable of being the only one who'd found any sort of pleasure. Ensuring Henry met that same satisfaction was, for him, just as much of a requirement. It was with the slightest motion that he coaxed his lover to his side, fully intending to ensure Henry had found his own satisfaction. "I think...it's your turn..." He muttered softly, his fingers brushing only just lightly, teasingly, against the front of his lover's pants. Was Henry going to let him? Hell, how bad did he want him?

STERLING TENEMBRAGE