"You ask so nicely," he uses a hand to hold Leo's hair and the other to get in.

Leo is tight, and slick, and feels feverishly hot after the cold pool water. With Henry's hand in his hair, he squirms even more.

"Oh, fuck - so big -"

He grabs Henry's guiding hand and leads it to his clit. "P-please-"

Fuck. This is hot. "Well, thank you." He makes his way in with that helpful hand. "I hope you are not having second thoughts."

"N-no, sir," he says shakily. "'m just - used to fingers."

"A pretty boy like you that goes around butt naked? Clearly, you are not getting enough dick." Henry is remedying that, very hard.

"Fuck- kiss me again?"

Henry does. "Maybe ask please next time." This is punctuated by a thrust of Henry's hips.

"P-please, sir!"

Leo clenches around Henry, and slick drips down his legs.

Henry kisses him, deeply and passionately. The pounding intensifies.

Leo keeps cumming, his pussy pulsing around Henry like a frenzied heartbeat. (He keeps going for a while, when it hits him right. This is hitting very, very right.)

And Henry himself can't hold for much longer. He unloads himself with a gasp, and catches his breath half collapsed on Leo, before rolling, so they are side by side. He is riding the moment, caressing Leo's hair absently. "Fuck, it has been so long. Since pussy that is."

Leo shudders a couple more times, cum and slick dripping out of him, and kisses Henry lazily, panting into his mouth. "That was fucking incredible. I'm never going nineteen years without sex again."

Henry blinks, and looks at him. "Wow, did I...? Well, I am glad that it was memorable." Kiss. "And incredible too."

"You got my first kiss, too. Which is also fun, as it turns out."

"Wow, well, that sure help explains the whole... naked on someone's pool kind of horny." He stars kissing Leo and then stops. "I am Henry, by the way."

"Leo! Pleasure to meet you."

His eyes droop for a second. "Wow, I'm... pretty tired. Maybe I should head home."

"You do look... not quite here. I am not sure we have coffee, but I could check. And we could exchange contact information."

He smiles vaguely. "Aw, that's sweet. I don't really do coffee, though, it fucks with my ADD. Um, my phone's... over there filming us... so if you want I can text you." He yawns. "And my car's out front, and..."

His eyes glaze over a bit, and he reaches for his train of thought. "Um... and I drove here, so... I should be fine?"

Henry looks over the phone. "Uh, okay." He says about the phone. "And you don't really look okay to drive."

"But... hmm." He considers. "Hmmm."

He considers further.

"D'you want me to stay?"

Henry also considers. "Sure. Maybe we can learn each other's last names while at it. And if Gabe is awake he will sure love to hear this story."

"I have so many last names," Leo says sagely. "Okay, hup," he says, sitting up so abruptly he almost falls into the pool. He stands, wobbling a bit alarmingly, and offers a hand to Henry.

Henry takes the hand and makes sure Leo is a couple of feet away from the pool. "Don't forget your camera." He takes this moment to pick up his shorts and improvised pool weapon the skimmer.

Leo dries his hands on the shorts and picks up his phone, then follows Henry like a duckling. (His thighs are a sticky mess, which is uncomfortable, but ultimately it's fine, he's post-orgasmic and barely conscious.)

Henry is paying a lot of attention to that area of Leo's body and has noticed the dripping. "I should get you clean."

They reach the door, which leads to the kitchen.

The room is bare, of any furniture or appliances that are not bolted down. There is no fridge, but there is a cooler box next to a countertop stove. Even the lamps are a cheap light bulb type that doesn't match the sconces. "Uh, we literally just moved in, but I own the place. Just moved in a hurry," he says self-consciously.