Was it good?! Oh dear god, yes. The second Iestyn's shirt was off, Henry's hands were on him, exploring every inch of his skin. He ground himself against Iestyn's thigh and let out a loud moan, as pleasure shot through him. Somehow he had to get a message to Iestyn that yes this was very good, but he had lost the ability to speak, and his tongue was busy anyway. So instead, he reached one hand out and took hold of Iestyn's, guiding it ever so slowly towards his dick. He wanted Iestyn to grope him through his pants, to see how he would react to it.
He wanted to lose himself in this. The last person to touch him like that hadn't been Iestyn, and Henry hated knowing that.