"No one calls me Steven unless they're mad. It's Steve, Henry." He shifted as Henry's hands moved up and down his spine then stayed on his nape. Steve was generally happy to have anyone touch him anywhere, but the way Henry did it was both possessive and dominating. And he liked it. But it was difficult to let control go. He still didn't completely trust Henry, and he wasn't sure he actually liked the guy either. There were certain things . . .

"What would you call me if I said I was bothered?" Steve's words were slow and his voice was soft, almost drunk. Letting someone have such control was better than alcohol or drugs or anything else. It lasted longer too.