[It was strange, the brief feeling of having more experience- or at least, a more recent familiarity. But technique was the last thing to occur to him, not when he had the taste of him at his lips, tongue lapping eagerly against his, encouraging more of the same.
He'd be breathing him in if he was remembering to breathe; the growing dizziness is the only realization that he wasn't. Even then, he can't leave his mouth entirely, hand slipping into Ryan's hair and holding on, as if trying to kiss himself unconscious from sheer intent.]
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He'd be breathing him in if he was remembering to breathe; the growing dizziness is the only realization that he wasn't. Even then, he can't leave his mouth entirely, hand slipping into Ryan's hair and holding on, as if trying to kiss himself unconscious from sheer intent.]