"I won't share you, Steven; I won't do anything you don't want me to," He says, pressing a kiss to the bite marks on the blonde's inner thigh.

Henry dips his head back down and moves over to the other thigh, drinking again just a bit before digging around in the pocket of the kilt and pulling out a small tube of lube, and squeezing some out onto his fingers before taking Steven in hand and giving him a few long strokes. "Once you come, I'm going to use that mouth of yours," Henry rumbles, biting Steven again and licking away the pears of blood before smacking the bite marks. "Or would you rather get to go for a ride... could just flip you over and take you on your hands and knees right on this table..."