There was a certain sort of apprehension that filled the warlock as Henry laid him against his own blankets. He had not, admittedly, shown his boyfriend his scared figure since the first night Henry had discovered those marks that littered his frame. A part of him was almost afraid that Henry was not yet ready to handle those everlasting flaws - that the boy would run away again just as he had one last time. It was that very nervousness that caused him to bite at his bottom lip as he watched Henry and yet, he had hardly been prepared for the boy's assurance that he had something to show him - a gift of sorts. Sterling's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he inquired after that very present. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows as Henry moved to straddle his frame. His bright blue eyes deviated ever so slightly as those orbs of light moved closer towards him, illuminating his own skin and the marks upon it. Sterling remained particularly still as Henry reached out to run his finger along the scar upon his chest, the luminosity upon the very tip of his finger hardly went unnoticed by the boy, subtle though it was.

He was, admittedly, entirely caught off guard as Henry's finger traced his scar, leaving nothing but smooth pristine skin in its wake. It was so...peculiar to see his skin as it once had been, to see those marks removed and that pain that so chronically afflicted him dissolve into nothingness. That disbelief upon his features was surely blatant as his own hand reached up to trace the very skin Henry had just touched. For a moment, he almost didn't believe what he saw - his lips parted as he gaped both at the result of Henry's magic and the boy himself. His bright blue eyes met the like hue of his boyfriend's own, well aware of exactly what Henry had done. He had....healed him, somehow? Was this Henry's power? It was almost curious that the boy might develop the very skill needed to undo what he had accidentally done as if the weight of that night had rested so heavily that it might provoke such a power. He hardly moved as Henry's fingers steadily moved down across his chest and abdomen only to dip towards the hem of his jeans.

His hips shifted ever so slightly in an effort to assist his boyfriend in the removal of his belt. He watched astutely as Henry unbuttoned his jeans and undid the zipper. Sterling's own gaze fell upon that large scar within his groin area - the very one that had once chased Henry away so effortlessly. He watched as Henry's touch brushed against the length of that scar too, effortlessly removing even that one - leaving the man unexpectedly...healed. His gaze met Henry's all over again and yet, Sterling remained silent as he allowed his boyfriend to speak those thoughts upon his mind. "Thank you, Henry." He uttered softly, his lips pressing against Henry's own as the Were shifted upwards. He so easily gave into the heat of that kiss, into that passion and lust and desire. Maybe now...things would be better between them. Sterling could only hope...

STERLING TENEMBRAGE