Claude leaned back hastily, his apology catching in his throat when he saw Henri desperately gasping for breath, a fine sheen over his body that could either be water or sweat.
Henri wanted to be angry but he could barely breathe much more carry out such a complex emotion. Did Claude not need to breathe? He looked up at the Alpha to find him looking concerned but other than that he looked just fine. Henri placed a small hand on his own face, touching his wet lips.
He started to get impatient and he communicated this by reaching up to snag Claude's collar. He couldn't work up the energy to pull him back but the Alpha understood well enough because he came easily but not for a kiss. Henri threw his head back with a labored gasp when Claude swept his palms over his chest again and licked a stripe up his neck.
