Henry hushes Steve, fondling him teasingly again as he bites down, drinking more, "I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else touch you, Steven, not when it's something you clearly don't want." Henry says, pressing a kiss to Steven's forehead; he lets out a soft groan as Steven squirms in his lap.

Henry smirks against the blond's neck. "Now, Now, good boys, don't just bark more," He says, leaning back a little and tapping his index finger against Steven's lips, "You tell me what you want; ask nicely," He says a wicked glint in his eye, he pulls away his finger and bites Steven's lip drawing blood and pulling back to look the man over.