[Ryan returns that kiss eagerly, almost desperately; it's a little ungainly, those few years spent alone and without practice taking a bit of the usual ease out of it, but it's no less fervent for the lack of technique. And the more Ryan kisses him, the easier it is to slip back into the memories of being here before that keep returning to him, tongue twining against his with more of the easy familiarity he'd been used to.
His hands settle on either side of Henry's face, fingers brushing into his hair and holding him there, pleased sounds stifled into Henry's mouth.]
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His hands settle on either side of Henry's face, fingers brushing into his hair and holding him there, pleased sounds stifled into Henry's mouth.]