He let the man move him without struggling, grunting softly as he was plunked on the table, and Steve reclined without a fight. The whispered words though, had him shoving up on an elbow.

"No touching Henry. I swear to god I'll just leave if you let someone touch me." Steve was tense as the man spread his legs, aware that there were already eyes on them, and that there had been for a while. Being looked at wasn't that important, not when he was sure Henry would keep off any extra hands. But he wasn't sure the guy would do that at the moment.

"I can deal with the eyes as long as you keep off any hands. I swear it Henry, if anyone else touches me . . ."