[Off-Comm Threads]

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(Just a catch-all post for any threads that need to be moved to off-comm logs, or started off-comm to begin with. May contain content over PG13, potential squick, etc.)

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[necrowmantic]

[Henry bites his own lip, tasting blood again at the sound of him, at the return motion against his hand. He's tempted to pull out, to take him then- and there's a small hesitation before he adds another finger instead; he'd already hurt Ryan once by being over-eager, he didn't want to do it again.]

...tell me when it's enough, okay?

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[The addition of another finger draws a gasp from him-- it's only a momentary discomfort, and it quickly makes him even more desperate for more than that. Ryan sucks in a shaky breath, managing a nod.]

It'll be enough if you lube yourself up too, just- just fuck me, please--

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[That gets a laugh in reply, small and breathless- but it's still carefully that he slips his fingers out, forcing himself not to rush. Fumbling for the lube still feels like it takes far longer than anything should, shivering a little at his own touch as he looks down at Ryan. Leaning over him again, guiding himself to his body- there was a need there that wasn't entirely physical, but physicality at least he could try and satisfy.

Though it's not hurried, Henry doesn't pause until he's pressed fully inside of him, body settling as close over Ryan as he could, letting out a shuddered breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.]

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[Waiting is almost more than he can take- when Henry finally eases into him it's all he can do to not push back against him, force him to move faster. He knows taking it slower's for the best, knows he'd asked for it earlier, but his body would be perfectly fine with ignoring reason and just demanding more if he'd let it.

Ryan's arms and legs wrap as tightly around Henry's body as he can manage, holding on to keep him from pulling back again and leaving him empty.]

Don't move. [It's a breathy whisper, almost a whine; he continues to cling to Henry, grinding against him as well as he can manage .]

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...okay.

[It was simultaneously easy and incredibly difficult to remain still, to really dwell on the feeling of being inside him, as close as he could. He wanted to move, to get that friction, to take him as well as have him; he wanted to stay where he was, just like this, and not lose him for a moment.

He does lean over, as best as he could, brushing his lips against his.]

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[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--

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[He tries to speak, to reply, but ends up just nodding briefly to him, a shiver against his mouth, as he lets himself begin to move.

If slow, each motion is sharp, with progressively less of that lingering caution. If he couldn't just stay in him, he wanted to feel it just as much, to linger over the sensation instead.]