Meeting somewhere like that forced them to talk.
Really talk.
And Henry found himself falling a little bit more under Dom’s spell.
They parted with a quick kiss goodnight in the car park, and although Henry’s cock would’ve been more than happy to follow Dom home, it was nice for once to have an evening that didn’t revolve around sex.
Oh, who was he kidding?
He would totally have had sex if Dom had offered.
But he hadn’t, even Henry could see how tired he was, but it still meant Henry crawled into his bed that night with an erection that wouldn’t go away on its own.
He reached for his phone without a second thought.
Henry: It was great to see you, but I now have a hard on and it’s all your fault.
Dom:? I never touched you.
Henry: Exactly!
Dom: I think those old ladies next to us might’ve objected to me giving you a blow job under the table.
Henry closed his eyes on a groan, one hand automatically reaching for his cock. His breath hitched after the first stroke, and it took all his effort to stop and reply to Dom’s text.
Henry: Thanks. You’ve just made it 10 times worse. And those ladies swore like sailors. I doubt they’d have batted an eye.
The three dots appeared then disappeared, and Henry gave himself another few firm strokes while he waited, heat blossoming in his belly.
Dom: Are you touching yourself?
Henry’s heart stuttered, then set off at a gallop. He read the message twice to make sure he hadn’t imagined it.
How the fuck did he know?
Henry bit his lip, wondering whether to admit to it.
Fuck it.
Henry: Yeah. I’m so fucking hard thinking about you. I miss sleeping next to you.
He debated deleting the last bit, thumb hovering over the button, afraid he’d scare Dom off. But Ella had said to be himself, and Henry wasn’t lying. He did miss him.
He hit Send, then held his breath as he waited for Dom’s response. It came way quicker than he expected.
Dom: Fuck, Henry. I wish I was there with you.
Henry: What would you do?
Excitement flowed through his veins, anticipation grabbing a hold of him, making his pulse race.
Dom: You know what I like, Henry.
I do.
Dom: We’d be naked. You lying on your back, ready for me. I’d kiss my way down that glorious body of yours, tease your happy trail with my tongue.
Henry swallowed, mouth dry.
