"Mmmyes," Henry purred against Iestyn's skin. They should definitely be more naked, but they shouldn't do that in the kitchen.
Or. He did think that until Henry slid his fingers into the back of his jeans, and he groaned. "B-bedroom?" he gasped, since if he didn't say it now, he was going to take all his clothes off right here and poor Tinsel was going to get an eyeful if she came home.