Henry tightened his legs around Iestyn as well, as his arousal grew. If Iestyn wanted to see him fall apart, he was going to get his wish. His kissing grew sloppy as he edged closer to climax. Eventually he gave up on kissing entirely and sort of just smashed his face against Iestyn's, panting and moaning as his hand worked almost desperately.
"Fuck. Fuck-" Henry hissed, and orgasm rose up to meet him, blurring his vision and curling his toes, clenching his muscles around Iestyn. He cried out Iestyn's name, his free hand gripping Iestyn so hard. "I love you," he panted against Iestyn's cheek. "God, I love you."