Calloused fingers run themselves through dark locks, lips occasionally pressing against his scalp. "Your hair feels nice.." Voice was languid, barely coming above a whisper as he pulls Ace toward him.
HIS EYES ARE CLOSED, breathing low & relaxed as Henry runs rough fingers through his hair, the occasional kiss bringing a smile to his face each & every time. He’s half asleep by the time Henry speaks. “Hmm ? Don’t mess it up too much, mi amor.”









