Henry nods understanding, "Alright, I won't let anyone else touch you, Steven," He pauses, arching an eyebrow, a devilish smirk spreading across his face as he picks Steven up like he weighs less than a puppy and sets him on the scrubbed wooden table, He leans in and whispers against Steven's ear, "What if," He pauses, "What if it's someone whose touched you before?" He laughs softly, pushing him back, so he's lying down on the table.

He spreads Steven's legs, hands moving along his thighs again, "Are you still opposed to me using my mouth on you?" He smiles a little. "I could teach you not to climax right away, not allow you to," He looks around a little before looking back into Steven's eyes, "Would you like to move someplace more private?"