Henry lifts his head after drinking for a long moment, listening to Steven's heart and breathing the whole time. He rubs his thumb along the puncher marks before pressing down on them a little.

"I mean it, Steven, no one else will touch you," He rumbles low and deep, "Do you have a word you use when you need someone to stop?" He asks, pressing a delicate kiss to where he had bitten down.

"Do you want to go to my room, or should we stay right here?" He asks, moving in for another drink, hand sliding up, avoiding Steven's cock to rest low on the man's stomach.