"Alright, Steve," Henry says, licking his lips, watching the man swallow down the amber liquid, "I do want a drink, but you're more than a meal; now that you're nice and calm, you're a rather good boy." He smiles, setting the empty glass down. He takes Steve's chin in his thumb and forefinger, tilting it slightly and biting into the soft flesh of Steven's neck more gently than he ever has, taking a few deep drinks.

He pulls back the hand not holding Steven's face, giving the man's ass a few firm pats before softly trailing back up his spine, returning to the back of Steven's neck, then curling into the blonde locks. He lets go of Steven's chin and smiles a little at him, leaning in for another soft kiss.