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[With Oren's hand out of the way, he can wrap his own more firmly around them both, stroking up and down with more control over the motion now that he's not worried about their efforts clashing. It's steady, purposeful, makes his eyes squeeze shut as his head tips back and his breath hitches once more.]

God- no, no, not- not like that. Wouldn't ask if I didn't- know what I was doing.

[His words are broken both by shaky gasps and sheer distraction-- it's hard to focus on answering properly, to not just immediately blurt out everything on his mind. How good it feels, how much he wants it. (And how he's not some clueless virgin, thanks.)]

Fuck me, Oren. [It comes with a slower, firmer stroke along both their lengths, his voice consistently breathy now.] Come on, you want it too, don't you--

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[Look, he was expecting someone like Mattias!! He's pleasantly surprised.]

I want you.

[He speaks it out in quick reply, breath catching at the tail end of a moan as his hips grind up into those strokes. He wants more, craves it after everything else, and he's becoming more and more impatient himself. It doesn't make for good teasing, but that's fine. Perhaps if he's lucky, he can save it for another time.

Catching Ryan's lips with his own, he moans into the kiss. God damn it does he want to— Impatiently, the kiss breaks and he's left sighing, his own motions slowing as he pushes himself higher above Ryan just enough to be able to look at him more directly. A break in their pace.]

...Honestly, Ryan, I'd love to fuck you straight through the night, but do you have something to use for lube?

[HE'S DYIN HERE]