[Ryan is perfectly content with that, still unwilling to move for at least another minute or two. It's hard to think that after the last few years he'd be coming back to this, when all he'd felt over that time was the touch of his own hand; he remembers thinking this wasn't something he'd feel again, that he wouldn't have someone to rest against him like this after giving him release, no hair to run his fingers through while he catches his breath. That he'd always just be getting himself off and rolling over to go to sleep.]
I love you so much, you know that?
[It's quiet, his voice still low and breathy, but he just needs to say it after that reminder of what he'd been missing, what he'd gone without. Sure, he'd love Henry if they didn't do this, of course he would-- but the extra intimacy of it absolutely helps (and alright, so do the orgasms.)
He'd be happy to just drift off like this, but the continued touch was a reminder of what else they'd meant to do; as good as this has been, Ryan definitely still wants more if he can get it, even if he's not quite able to work up a physical response to the thought just yet.]
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I love you so much, you know that?
[It's quiet, his voice still low and breathy, but he just needs to say it after that reminder of what he'd been missing, what he'd gone without. Sure, he'd love Henry if they didn't do this, of course he would-- but the extra intimacy of it absolutely helps (and alright, so do the orgasms.)
He'd be happy to just drift off like this, but the continued touch was a reminder of what else they'd meant to do; as good as this has been, Ryan definitely still wants more if he can get it, even if he's not quite able to work up a physical response to the thought just yet.]