[It's a struggle to keep his eyes open as Ryan pushes his clothes out of the way, as even the sight of him, that eagerness, the way he'd felt the damp heat of his breath even through fabric- it was already a lot to take in.
The sound Henry makes is soft, nearly high-pitched, breath shaky as he forces a hand to brush at Ryan's hair, though it's little distraction from the sight of himself brushing against his face, the way lips felt against his arousal. He leans heavily against the wall as he watches him, the trails left by Ryan's tongue slightly cool against too-warm skin.]
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The sound Henry makes is soft, nearly high-pitched, breath shaky as he forces a hand to brush at Ryan's hair, though it's little distraction from the sight of himself brushing against his face, the way lips felt against his arousal. He leans heavily against the wall as he watches him, the trails left by Ryan's tongue slightly cool against too-warm skin.]