[That encouragement, the firm touch of his hand, both spur him on- the next bite is harder, tongue swiping over the marks his teeth leave to check for the taste of copper on Henry's lip. It had managed to become an almost familiar taste, just as much as having him in his mouth, and he lets his teeth dig into his partner's lip until they draw blood.
His hands match that pressure, nails leaving little marks at Henry's hip and longer ones down his spine, marking and claiming him just as Ryan likes to have done to him.]
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His hands match that pressure, nails leaving little marks at Henry's hip and longer ones down his spine, marking and claiming him just as Ryan likes to have done to him.]