[His muscles tense and tremble, the slowing touch producing an ache as Henry looks at him, skin flushed. It had only been a week or two for himself and he felt deprived; he could only imagine what it was like to realize it'd been missing for years.
Still-damp fingers brush the side of Ryan's face, as he darts in to kiss him. It's clumsy but full of affection, lips sliding together, before he pulls back, nodding as he tries to find a breath.]
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Still-damp fingers brush the side of Ryan's face, as he darts in to kiss him. It's clumsy but full of affection, lips sliding together, before he pulls back, nodding as he tries to find a breath.]
Please, Ryan--