Henry reached up to cup Iestyn's face, before realising that was a lot of scratchy cast he was going to have against him. So Henry let his hands hover a little bit, though his thumbs smoothed down Iestyn's cheeks. "I uh- I can't uhm...get myself off? And I've been having sex dreams the past week, and they've all been lovely and there you were in your starring role, looking gorg. Only today I had one and it wasn't you and I'm a little horrified about it."
Thank everything, at least, that it hadn't been Armaan he had dreamed about. The sex Henry had had with Avery was forgettable, probably for both of them. They'd been smoking pot and chatting and it had been a kind of 'we might as well because we're dating' before they realised there was no real attraction and they worked better as friends. His night with Armaan had been fucking hot, not that he was ever going to tell his husband that.