Henry knew it was wrong, that he wanted to fuck Edward, but he couldn't help it. he didn't want to resist. Edward was there, practically on his hands and knees, back dipped, ass presented so beautifully, bloody from the wounds that marked his back.
Henry had never wanted to fuck another man before, but he was just off kilter enough to think Edward wouldn't count, because they were technically the same person, just split into two bodies. He dropped the whip, spit into his hand, and reached under his skirt to grip his cock. Within seconds he was advancing on Edward, kneeling behind him and taking hold of his hips to line himself up.
He moved forward as Edward's hips rolled against Kakia, breaching him with a gasp as Edward grunted and pushed back against him.