don't slow down.

It’s not the time or the place and Alex is clearly not in the mood, but oh fuck, Henry really is. His freedom tastes like stale beer on the breath of his beloved and it feels like his dick getting hard in the middle of a pub and he’s ready to indulge.  He kisses Alex again, briefly, and then excuses himself to the bathroom.  The door to the stall is barely closed behind him when he’s furiously unbuttoning his pants, reaching in, jerking off into his own hand. His other hand is pressed against the cold metal of the stall door, keeping him upright as his knees go weak. He drunkenly strokes his cock, almost lazily, and somewhere in the back of his booze-fueled mind, he is put off by how quickly it takes him to come.  When he’s done, he makes quick work of cleaning himself up and returns to the table, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright. Alex gives him a sly look.  “Enjoy your bathroom break, darling?” Alex asks, and Henry nearly chokes on his beer.