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[It takes a moment for that to really register, for him to realize what Henry is trying to do-- once he does, Ryan forces himself still with a shaky breath, hands fumbling to hold on to him as he pulls himself to his feet. His knees are stiff from kneeling in front of him, legs almost weak as he tries to steady himself against Henry and the wall, but after a few moments he manages to get decently stable. He sucks in a breath and nods, letting himself be tugged along now that he's found his feet again.]

--alright. Alright, I'm good, let's... let's go.

[Henry doesn't respond to that except to pull at Ryan, half-leading, half-dragging him towards the bedroom, more focused on getting there as quick as possible instead of maintaining contact like usual.

It also means more than a bit of stumbling, a narrow avoidance of cats- but in the end if he could tackle him to the bed, it would be worth it. The bruises along the way were only a bonus.]

[He barely notices any bruises, each bump against furniture and doorframes nothing more than a delay to be ignored- the way he's busy trying to fumble his undershirt off along the way doesn't help matters, either, but it's just as important to him to get it off.

When he finally lands on the bed he's totally disheveled, one arm successfully out of its sleeve, pants still undone and halfway down his hips-- but he leaves them for Henry to take care of, immediately and desperately trying to wrap himself around him.]

[It was hard for Henry to maneuver someone bigger than him, especially when Ryan was trying to wrap around him, and Henry didn't exactly want him not to. Falling heavily onto the bed over him, he was sorely tempted to stay there, hands rummaging under half-worn shirts, hips pressed tight to his, feeling that stiffness against his own body.

But he pushes himself up, shuffling lower on Ryan, staying close enough to nip and bite at his lower stomach. He could take the rest of Ryan's pants off later, this was good enough for now, and even served as a kind of restraint for his legs as he forced Ryan back against the bed, hands digging into both hips.

There's no subtlety or teasing in his intention; as soon as he was low enough, Henry took him into his mouth, as much as he could, sucking hard at him with a stifled sound.]

[He can't help but whine when Henry starts to shift away- but those nips and bites quickly turn the sound into a series of short gasps in response. At first he's unsure whether he's being pushed against the bed to be teased or not, half-expecting that to be the case; surely Henry's not that impatient already.

That assumption's quickly proven wrong, and the loud moan startled out of him is a good indication of just how pleased he is for it. He'd already been on the edge of desperation, and the feel of a warm mouth around him, sucking him, is almost too much to take.]

Oh fuck, I can't-- [He sucks in a quick, gasping breath, a whimper stifled in his throat.] Can't take much of that. [Which is a little embarrassing, but not entirely unexpected- he'd already been worked up before he even got home.]

[Henry almost pulls back enough to tell him that it was okay, that it was sort of the point, even. That feeling the intensity of his response was better than any ideas about endurance.

But that would've required letting go, and he really, really didn't want to. He does rub more gently at one of Ryan's hips, as if to sooth, his other hand moving to wrap around warm flesh, stroking over anything he couldn't fit in his mouth.

He tries to move quickly, a hard drag of lips against skin, small whimpers choked in his throat.]

[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.]

[He shudders a little from the sounds Ryan was making, the way Ryan's body was moving under his- Henry had to revel in it, in drawing out that kind of reaction from him. When climax hit, he slowed down, swallowing quickly against him, and even when it's over, he doesn't move far, resting his head against Ryan's thigh instead. Catching his breath, his hand rubs very slowly over damp skin.

Soon enough he'd have to move, pull the rest of their clothes off- but for right then, he just wanted to curl against his leg.]

[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.]

[His first response is a quiet laugh, muffled against Ryan's thigh, as he tilts his head to press a kiss to it. Even if it didn't come as a surprise, hearing the words always warmed him more than a little.

Pushing himself off, Henry sits up to finish tugging at Ryan's pants, working them the rest of the way off, answering as he does so, without looking at him.]

I'm glad you came back.

[Pulling his own shirt off, he climbs back over Ryan, resting lightly on top of him, nuzzling at the side of his face.]

[As Henry gets his pants out of the way, Ryan pulls his shirt the rest of the way off as well, leaving himself with nothing but that shadowy band around his neck- he doesn't bother pushing himself up, just yanking the fabric over his head and dragging it off his arm instead before he tosses it aside.

With that gone, he welcomes the touch of bare skin against his, palms sliding smoothly down Henry's sides as he nuzzles right back; it's a brief gesture, though, only lasting a few moments before he turns his head to find Henry's mouth with his. The kiss is open from the start, but he's not exactly shoving his tongue into his mouth this time- it's gentler, more affectionate, without much pressure behind the gesture at all.]

[It's with a certain need that Henry returns the kiss- it's not like the desperation of before, but there's an underlying intensity, for all that the contact itself is gentle. His tongue laps back at Ryan's with more deliberation, more care.

He still shivered a tiny bit, every small motion making him that much more aware of all the places their skin touched.]

[Pleased little sounds are muffled against his lips, one arm holding Henry as close as he can while the other rubs up and down his back; Ryan's own back arches a bit to press himself closer against his partner's body, eager for more of that warmth and contact.

All of the continued attention makes it easier to start responding again as the exhaustion begins to fade, one leg hooking around Henry's waist- there's more need working its way into his end of the kiss, with stifled whines and whimpers, but he's content enough not to push further himself. The comforting weight on top of him, the warmth and contact, the taste of him on his tongue- it's enough for him, for the moment.]

[Pressing one hand into Ryan's hair, Henry murmurs into the kiss, wanting to lean into the touch, but wanting to stay flush against his body even more.

But as close as they were, it was impossible not to miss that response, and with the added pressure of Ryan's leg around him, Henry rubs against him. Withdrawing slightly from the kiss, he tugs gently at Ryan's lower lip with his teeth, before running his tongue over it.]

[Ryan presses against him eagerly, hips matching that motion- it's a bit staggered from Henry's rubs against him, trying to encourage a slightly faster pace as his fingertips dig into his hip.

That pressure from Henry's teeth draws another breathy whine out of him, answered with a harder press of his lips and a bite of his own as he draws back; it's less gentle, partly thanks to excitement, partly just the knowledge it won't hurt him.]

[It doesn't take much encouraging for Henry to move quicker, even less for his body to react to him, to the friction, to the sounds Ryan was making. There's an answering moan to the returned bite, pressing into it to encourage more of the same.

His free hand cups the side of Ryan's face, firmer than intended, fingertips slightly digging in.]

[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.]

[The taste of blood leads to, if anything, even more enthusiastic kissing, half for the pleasure of feeling Ryan mark him like that, half for the desire to spread his blood on him, even a little. Even if it wasn't the kind of stain that would last, it was something, some small reminder.

Arching into the other's nails, Henry finally pulls himself from Ryan's lips, ducking down to his neck, under the shadowy collar. His tongue traces the line under it before biting down hard, digging in as his hips jerk against his.]

[He bites a little harder, licks at the broken skin with his tongue again before sliding it against Henry's, sharing the taste with him-- it makes it a little more intimate than it already is, and a soft, disappointed noise slips out as Henry finally breaks away.

The sound that bite gets in response is anything but, though. It's gasped more than vocalized, Ryan's hips grinding desperately against his, and it takes him a moment to really realize he's got his mouth free again.]

Take me.

[It's hard for him to make anything sound like a demand, especially not when it's nearly moaned out-- but whether it's a demand or a plea, it's heated and every bit as desperate as his motions.]

[The sound of Ryan's voice makes his muscles tighten, and he bites down even harder before letting go, breathing heavily against his neck.

Actually getting up, forcing himself away from his body- he can't help the small whine of regret as he does so. Though once he's free, Henry moves much more quickly, getting to where the bottle of lube was on the nightstand and back to Ryan in a handful of seconds.

Taking some onto his fingers, he pushes at Ryan's legs, to get them up- and once there, there's no pause for teasing then either, his fingers pressing inside him as soon as he could.

It wasn't the most gentle application he'd ever done, and it takes more than a little concentration to not rush through it entirely.]

Careful--

[It's murmured from between clenched teeth as he tries to stifle a wince, exhaling shakily and taking in another deep breath in an attempt to just relax. He hasn't done this in months at least, can't quite remember the last time he'd bothered when it was just himself and his hands, and it's not quite as easy to get used to as it'd been when he was last in Asgard.]

It's been a while, just- just slow down a little.

[He hates to say that, he really does-- Ryan's every bit as eager, but he also knows it's going to be more difficult if he doesn't.]

[The signs of discomfort did more to make Henry pause than anything else could, taking a breath as he stills his hand. And from there, the motion is very slight, fingers rubbing more than moving inside of him; wanting Ryan to be comfortable easily took precedence over his own need.]

...Sorry.

[The apology is half-mumbled against his leg, as Henry leans his head in to nuzzle quietly at Ryan's thigh, his fingers gradually falling into a steadier pace.]

It's alright, love.

[He lets out another breath, managing to relax a bit more as Henry continues on a bit more carefully; that's definitely easier to handle, he can deal with that. Ryan shifts to let his leg drape over Henry's shoulder, keeping it propped up a bit while allowing them a bit more contact, and once he's adjusted to the sensation again it won't be long before those deep, even breaths start becoming shallow again.]

[The extra contact was both welcome and reassuring, and as he feels Ryan start to relax, he carefully presses a little more firmly. It's still slow, for the time being, still worried about hurting him, but Henry gradually relaxes himself.

The need was there, but it was more of a warm ache; feeling and watching Ryan like this was good too.]

[He settles in a bit more, Henry's relaxation making his own even easier-- it doesn't take too much longer before he starts to press himself back against that firmer touch, practically squirming against the blankets. It's definitely hitting the point where that starts to really feel good instead of a little uncomfortable, and he doesn't make any effort to stifle the gasping little sounds of pleasure Henry's touch draws out of him.]

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