[Oren can get away with plenty, as it turns out. There's no attempt to stop his hands exploring-- in fact it seems to be encouraging, makes Ryan squirm a little under those teasing touches. His fingers tighten in his hair, pulling lightly and unintentionally at first-- then a little harder, purposeful.
Ryan presses right up against him when he's pulled close, hips shifting against Oren, and his breath leaves him with a low groan.]
-god. We really can't stay here all night, going to murder my neck like this.
[But he doesn't want to stop. He dips his head lower to mouth at Oren's neck, words murmured against his skin.]
How strong are you.
[Because really, being carried would be ideal, here. No need to let go- and he's fairly light for his height, anyway.]
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Ryan presses right up against him when he's pulled close, hips shifting against Oren, and his breath leaves him with a low groan.]
-god. We really can't stay here all night, going to murder my neck like this.
[But he doesn't want to stop. He dips his head lower to mouth at Oren's neck, words murmured against his skin.]
How strong are you.
[Because really, being carried would be ideal, here. No need to let go- and he's fairly light for his height, anyway.]