[Ryan stays like that for several moments, lips pressing back against his between whimpering breaths; he wants the friction and satisfaction just as much, but that fullness just feels too good not to enjoy it first. Still, he can't keep from squirming beneath him for what friction he can manage like this, and it isn't long at all before the need for more of it wins out. He kisses Henry once more before drawing in a shuddering breath, murmuring against his lips.]

...take me, love, hard, I want to still feel it tomorrow--