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You think so?

[He laughs lightly against Ryan's skin, pressing down on his wrists and smoothing them up against the mattress so they're closer to Ryan's head. Permission comes next, and he answers it with a kiss, slowly rolling his hips down to meet that eager press upwards. A quick answer, but he makes it painfully slow. He always has enjoyed making people crave him.

His laughter and smile dies down as he kisses a little more seriously at Ryan's jaw. Fingers curl around those wrists as he grinds against him more clearly, breath hitching at their first bit of friction.]

Then I won't hold back.

[Spoken low, that's the last comment to seal this agreement of theirs. He has to free Ryan's hands just so he can reach between them, dragging fingers down the cloth over his chest and slipping beneath. He pushes upwards, tracing over his skin and kissing more forcefully at his neck. It's heated, it's longing, and he plans on dragging out every bit of pleasure that he can.

It would be nice, he thinks, to see Ryan desperate for him.]

[A soft moan is muffled into that kiss, fingers flexing but with no accompanying pull, no attempt to tug his wrists free. He wants to reach for him, pull him closer, but he enjoys this too-- besides, if he's too quick to try to wriggle free he thinks he might give Oren the wrong idea.

Not that he really needs to worry. Ryan is shameless about his interest once he's sure it's welcome and returned, and he meets the grind of Oren's hips insistently.]

Wouldn't want you to.

[He's curious to see what that means, what Oren counts as not holding back. When his hands are free he reaches down to tug at the hem of his shirt, helping to pull it up and out of the way, and he means to pull it over his head and toss it aside-- but he just can't bring himself to nudge Oren away from his neck to do it. The new skin that's grown there, surrounding his gills, is more sensitive; Ryan doesn't quite manage to stifle an outright whine as Oren kisses just the right spot with just the right pressure to leave him even more eager for the attention.]

-sure feels like you're holding back to me, though.

[The leg hooked over his hip wraps more firmly around him, cool fingertips dig into Oren's back, but he doesn't bother to lift his head to look at him. It's still tilted back, purposely leaving his neck exposed.]

[The shirt loses his interest when enough of Ryan's skin is exposed to keep him busy and not pull him away from his work. The gills are interesting, really. He's enjoying kissing at their edges, exhaling over them, planting kisses wherever he can get the best reactions.]

Does it?

[He laughs, and it's clear from his tone that he's not so innocent. He knows he's drawing it out, painfully stretching this for as much as he can. He wants to eat up Ryan's reactions, see how much he can crave without losing interest.

But that's not to say he isn't kind. One of his hands drags down Ryan's mostly bare chest, nails dragging over skin lightly until he reaches the waistband of his pants. He dips his fingers under, teasing with light tugs that don't go much of anywhere aside from undoing any buttons or zippers that may be in the way. Eventually, he leaves his pants lower at the waist like that and palms up against him over the cloth, anyway.

What to do... His options are a little more limited when he's unaware of modern lube. He mouths against his neck still, letting out his own slow moan as his hand presses and travels up, yanking down Ryan's pants just past his ass. Good enough. He doesn't want to pull away, so unless Ryan wants to separate himself, he can deal with his clothes half on.]

Well... [Again, he grinds down against him, gasping against his neck.] We've only just begun.

[His hand moves up and teases over his underwear, tracing an outline.] And I enjoy watching you squirm.

-should've known you were a- [He's interrupted there by a gasp that turns into a shaky groan as he exhales.] A fucking tease--

[The attention to his gills is extremely distracting, especially with the care Oren takes-- it could easily be much less pleasurable, they're sensitive enough that they'd be all too easy to hurt, but it's interesting. A completely new kind of sensation that really does leave him squirming.

Oren toys with his pants and he breathes out a soft 'please', closer to a whimper; when he actually touches him, though, even if it's just through fabric, that earns a needy, keening whine. This is unfair, damn it, and he isn't-

Well, he is going to take it lying down, but he doesn't have to just accept it (much as he wouldn't mind simply enjoying the attention.) Ryan's arms wrap around him, hands at his hips to try to pull him closer and get more friction out of the closeness.]

You can't just do this to me all night.

[Oren chuckles low, his free hand smoothing up Ryan's chest to flick a thumb over a nipple, testing.]

I could. [He practically purrs that out, fingers tracing deeper before he abandons Ryan temporarily, that same hand going to his own pants. He undoes the zipper, wiggling a bit to get both the pants and his own underwear off. With a few practiced movements, he's able to work the rest off completely with his legs, finally granting Ryan a complete grip on his length.

Fingers wrap around firmly and off a generous stroke, his own hips pressing down to brush against him all the while.]

If you want me to speed up— [he breathes against his neck between kisses, sucking just enough to tease at the chance of leaving a mark] —then ask for it. Let me hear you say my name.

Ryan. [He gives a sample of what he wants in his own low moan, thumb slipping over his tip as his own arousal grinds up against his. His breath hitches and his other hand pinches at his nipple, still experimenting, toying.]

[That flick earns him a little gasp, and a disappointed complaint dies in his throat when he realizes why Oren's stopped the attention. Still, he's eager for more of his touch-- his back arches with a louder sound of pleasure when Oren's hand wraps around him at last, starts giving him more and promises that's not all he can get.

The way Oren rubs against him gives him a better idea of what to do, and he slips one wide, long-fingered hand between their bodies to wrap around both of them, hips bucking into that grasp eagerly.]

Oren, please--

[His breath hitches before he can continue, distracted by how good all of that friction feels. Already his palm's been slicked enough to make it a little smoother going (an unexpected side effect of the aquatic traits he's gained, but not one he'll object to right now. Not something he even notices, really.)]

So what-- what do I have to do to get you to fuck me, then?

[Thumbing over his nipple once more, Oren breathes a hot exhale against Ryan's skin and gills as that slick stroke moves down the both of them. As much as he likes to tease, he's impatient himself. He wants to hear more of that, to lead up and grant Ryan what he wants and more, to feel that reaction in him.

His hand moves away from their dicks to press flat against the mattress and his hips rock up to encourages another stroke.]

What, raw? [He teases, humming against his collarbone area now as he kisses him harder.] You have anything to make it easier?

Ask for it. [He groans against him, teeth gently grazing over skin and bone before another kiss.] I want to hear you say it outright. Fuck me.

[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--

[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?

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