[And Henry's not about to judge Ryan for how much he's able to take in, anything was fine, as long as he could feel him, the smooth heat of his mouth.
Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he just allows himself to feel it, both the slickness and the touch of Ryan's hand, the awareness of him kneeling in front of him, the softness of the other's hair against his own fingers. The quickness of his pulse as he shivered, his other hand moving to cover Ryan's at his hip, holding onto him.]
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Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he just allows himself to feel it, both the slickness and the touch of Ryan's hand, the awareness of him kneeling in front of him, the softness of the other's hair against his own fingers. The quickness of his pulse as he shivered, his other hand moving to cover Ryan's at his hip, holding onto him.]