The very sensation of Henry's lips against him so easily undid the warlock, his breath so quickly becoming unsteady as his chest rose and fell with each fresh wave of pleasure. Those moans upon his lips were all but audible as Henry's name left his lips. That added pressure of his boyfriend's hand against him certainly didn't assist with any sort of attempted endurance. He was well aware of that suddenly increased speed and pressure Henry afforded him, so quickly pushing the boy to the very edge. Sterling's chest rose and fell with each groan, only to find himself pulled from the warm depths of Henry's mouth. His bright blue eyes fluttered open, his gaze shifted downwards towards Henry as the man looked up at him with a warm grin.

That request was one Sterling was more than willing to fulfill and yet, the boy hardly had a chance to respond before Henry's hand increased that glorious friction against him. The soft press of Henry's lips against his chest was almost distracting as his boyfriend shifted to stand above him. How difficult it was to pay attention to the press of Henry's mouth against his! A soft gasp left his mouth, his own breath warm against Henry's own as he struggled to press his lips back against his boyfriend's own. Those very sensations Henry afflicted him with were all but eclipsing. Sterling was well aware of Henry's hips against his thigh, much less the very firmness to his boyfriend's own figure. His fingers slowly reach down to brush against the length of his lover, altogether eager to return those sensations.

His own hand gripped his lover's boxers and yet, Sterling found himself entirely incapable of returning that favor with the same vigor, not when he so stood upon the very precipice of that satisfaction. Those few moments were all but precarious before those groans came faster, the warlock's figure all but finishing within the embrace of Henry's fingers. How utterly glorious it felt, after all those months of waiting and self-satisfaction! It was in the aftermath of those moments that Sterling's breath so seemed to struggle to steady and yet, with himself momentarily pleasured, he saw little reason not to turn his attention so fully to Henry himself. His fingers tugged at the hem of his lover's undergarments, so clearly showing he desired them off in order to devote himself to his boyfriend in turn. This was, after all, what he had been desiring for months even before that drastic night upon the boat.

STERLING TENEMBRAGE