That small playful glimpse upon Sterling's features seemed to prompt a flash of worry from his boyfriend, the very kind he was all but content to ignore as he pushed Henry back upon the bed. His hand embraced the very length of Henry, prompting an immediate sound from his boyfriend's lips. How he so loved to hear those groans, much less to be the very one who caused those moans. He leaned over to let his lips brush against Henry's own, even if the press of his boyfriend's lips against his was entirely distracted. He could feel Henry's hips rising to meet the very rhythm his hand had set. A small simper crossed his features as he so listened to that increased breath, those moans too echoing with far more steadiness as Henry fell closer and closer towards that very edge of satisfaction. He was all too aware of Henry's body tensing against him, informing him of what was to occur but moments before Henry found that pleasurable release. A warm simper crossed his features - how long he had wanted this! That very evening spent upon the yacht had seemed near ages ago. How much longer still it had been since the pair had held a steady sexual life. He missed the way things were in New York, even though those memories were a blurry haze.

Sterling nestled all too comfortably within his boyfriend's embrace as Henry's fingers traced patterns against his skin. There was a sort of comfort to be found in that silence together, the man blissfully unaware of those thoughts that lingered on Henry's mind. It was Henry's voice that caused his head to tilt ever so slightly towards his boyfriend. "Hm?" He inquired, easily giving the man his full attention. His eyebrows furrowed momentarily as Henry spoke of that fateful evening. How he despised to even think of those months in which Henry had left him, that sense of abandonment still plaguing him. The last thing that Sterling had expected, however, were those words that left his boyfriend's lips. For a moment, he was silent as he shifted upwards and out of his lover's embrace. "Wait.....what?" He inquired as if he could hardly fathom those words. Henry had...had slept with someone else? Sterling was that easily replaced? Henry had simply abandoned him, thought he was dead, never bothered to check on him, and had just easily lost himself within the arms of someone else? "Who was it" He inquired, his voice certainly showing that hurt and anger that had begun to fester within him. After all those years they'd spent together and still, Henry took pleasure in anyone else he could find. Still.

STERLING TENEMBRAGE