Iestyn's hands on him felt so good. Henry really leaned into the kissing, wrapping his arms around Iestyn, his hands sliding up into Iestyn's shirt. He threw his leg over Iestyn's as well, pulling their bodies closer. As their kissing grew more passionate, Henry's arousal grew and he didn't even notice he was making small sounds of desire. Every kiss drew another half whimper out of him, which he didn't hear because he was entirely focused on kissing Iestyn.