[That gentle touch is enough of an answer for him, though he still tries to hold back; as badly as he wants that release, he doesn't want this to be over so quickly. His breath comes harder as his fingers tangle into Henry's hair, other hand clutching desperately at the blankets to try to ground himself. Even with that, though, Ryan can't help the way his hips press forward eagerly, and trying to stifle his own moans and whimpers is just out of the question by now.
It doesn't take long for him to give up on any attempt at self-control, back arching as he writhes in response to the feel of Henry's mouth around him-- and from there it's only a matter of time before there's one final jerk of his hips and a drawn-out, gasping moan, limbs tensing for several long moments while that climax hits and then finally begins to fade. It leaves him breathless, wrecked, fingers still threaded into his husband's hair; he's not even trying to move, not yet.]
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It doesn't take long for him to give up on any attempt at self-control, back arching as he writhes in response to the feel of Henry's mouth around him-- and from there it's only a matter of time before there's one final jerk of his hips and a drawn-out, gasping moan, limbs tensing for several long moments while that climax hits and then finally begins to fade. It leaves him breathless, wrecked, fingers still threaded into his husband's hair; he's not even trying to move, not yet.]