With those pajama pants fitted snuggly around his waist once again, and his body exhausted with that only recently found release, it was only natural that he so pushed Henry to his side, his own fingers reaching down to so gingerly stroke at the front of Henry's loose pants, already feeling that man's hardness beneath that thin fabric. A small simper crossed his features as Henry's fingers brushed against his cheek, the man already well aware of that simple reaction his fingers so immediately received. It was clear that Henry was perhaps yearning for this just as much or even more then Sterling himself had, not that he was terribly surprised. It was his boyfriend's words, however, that saw his head raise, his bright blue eyes so watching his companion and yet, he could hardly help the way in which he so rolled his eyes. He knew well was Henry was trying to do - to ensure he had the option to simply not continue their evening in this fashion and yet, it was utterly undeniable that he wanted to. To so bring his companion to this same satisfaction was entirely rewarding for the warlock. "Henry," He uttered softly, his words but a soft whisper, "Shut up."

There was a small grin upon his lips as his fingers dipped under the line of Henry's pants, his hand so embracing that sensitive area that so clearly desired his attention and yet. Sterling leaned upwards, pressing his lips back against Henry's once again as his hand began to move slowly, softly, at least, at first. He could hardly deny that he enjoyed teasing his lover in this fashion, particularly when he could already tell how much the man so desired him. Slowly, the warlock pulled away from his lover, just enough so his other hand might so pull down that cotton material of Henry's pants. His lover had been particularly attentive to his own needs, surely it was only fair to reward that affection in kind, was it not. His gaze glanced upwards at his lover before he slowly leaned down over Henry's lap, his tongue slowly sliding over his companion's skin, so licking in slow, languid movements. His hand more firmly gripped his lover now, so beginning to provide that friction that was just enough to so stimulate those feelings of simple and undivided pleasure.

STERLING TENEMBRAGE