Iestyn still hated being coerced but- but food. It felt like he was being bought, it felt yuck, but also, he was hungry, and Henry was hungry. Henry needed to eat too.
He sucked in a breath through his nose to steady himself, and then nodded. Better to eat than not. Making a decisive move, he put his hand over Henry's crotch, cupping him through his pants and applying pressure to encourage some bloodflow. Looked like they were doing this.