Well not wanting to move was stopping him, because he was horny and the man he loved was touching his dick and it was great. But he wanted to do this right, or else he would just stay like he was and it would all be over.
With a grunt, Henry lifted himself up a little, and he started kissing downwards. Iestyn had put on a shirt and Henry didn't know if Iestyn wanted it removed or not yet. "Can I take it off?" he asked, his hands going to Iestyn's shirt, though he would follow what his husband wanted.