[Ryan knows the feeling-- he's in a similar spot, thoroughly enjoying all of the contact but still eager for more. He takes in that moan with a little shiver running down his spine at the sound, pleased at the sign he's doing well enough, that he hadn't completely lost his touch at home; his grip is firm without being too hard, pace quick enough not to be teasing without losing any friction to his eager motions.
That want to go further is undeniable, though, and he pulls back from Henry's fingers, leaving a last little lick and kiss to one fingertip. The motion of his hand slows just enough to be noticeable as he takes a moment for a couple of panting breaths, his voice huskier when he manages to speak.]
...let me suck you, love, please, I want to taste you--
[It's pleading, almost outright begging, and the thought of it's enough that his breath catches before he can say anything else.]
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That want to go further is undeniable, though, and he pulls back from Henry's fingers, leaving a last little lick and kiss to one fingertip. The motion of his hand slows just enough to be noticeable as he takes a moment for a couple of panting breaths, his voice huskier when he manages to speak.]
...let me suck you, love, please, I want to taste you--
[It's pleading, almost outright begging, and the thought of it's enough that his breath catches before he can say anything else.]