[It's harder than it used to be for him to just let go and work at him with his mouth without sparing a thought toward what he can actually handle, but Ryan manages, encouraging sounds matching Henry's own noises-- he can feel that he's close but how soon it hits still almost catches him by surprise. A sympathetic murmur is stifled in Ryan's throat as he gently cleans him with his tongue, finally pulling back to lean his head against Henry's thigh.

His breath still comes heavy, and he just can't stop touching- he's honestly tempted to just lick and suck at him some more until he's aroused again, but he holds off, instead glancing up to Henry's face. There's nothing in that look but desire-- not all of it sexual, but all desire nonetheless-- and he doesn't even consciously realize he's shifted to press himself against his partner's leg until the friction makes him moan. It's almost embarrassingly desperate, and it's been too long since he was last touched for him to care about that, eyes sliding shut as he just gives in to how it feels.]

--god, I need you, please-