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[Ryan had reminded Oren of Mattias just enough that he'd been expecting to spend his whole time here working towards this direction. Instead, it's laid out before him unmistakably in such a short time, and he's ever so pleased. They're eating almost like strangers, but Oren works to change that. Shifting so he's not just standing and eating, he sits on a clear spot of the table, one leg crossing over the other as he takes another bite.

What kind of fun?

There's not a trace of mess left after the bite, but still he draws a finger from his free hand across his lips and licks it clean, contemplating with a gaze focused on the ground between them.]

I don't know... I'm nothing but your guest, after all. I came here to spend time with you.

[That says enough, doesn't it? His eyes drag upwards, tracing over Ryan as his lips pause before another bite.] Why don't you tell me what you'd like to do?

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[jesus take the wheel.

That's an overt gesture if he's seen one, and he swallows the next bite thickly, watching the way Oren eyes him up. Ryan's already as good as admitted his own interest with the way he stumbled over his words at first. Now Oren's clearly toying with him, but is it leading into what he actually wants, or just for the sake of the game, drawing him in without intending to follow through?

He can't be sure, and so he treads carefully when he answers again to keep from embarrassing himself more.]

I was thinking we could get to know each other better. We didn't really have time for that before, yeah?

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[His smile warms, but his posture and his actions stay the same. He licks another finger before extending it out in a grand gesture tossing his head back with a hum of approval.]

That's right, isn't it? I was a bit distracted, but I believe now is as good of a time as ever.

[Lowering his chin slightly, he eyes Ryan over his hotdog, raising the palm of his free hand in conversational offering.] I've an idea!

[The hand lowers to his lap.] Let's each take a turn with questions. We'll be honest and answer each one. What do you think? I'll even go first, myself.

Ask me anything you're curious about. [And, while staring at him expectantly, he'll just take another slow bite of food. He would like to hear what Ryan wonders the most.]

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[A short, surprised little laugh slips out as he shakes his head, his smile amused. Maybe he is actually interested in more than what he'd implied, if this is what his answer is.]

I can't say I expected a round of 20 questions, but- sure. Why not.

[Ryan props his chin in one hand, elbow resting on the table, and he hums thoughtfully under his breath.]

What d'you like best about this place? About being here, or something physical, just- whatever's your favorite part.

['What do you like least' tends to have the same answer for most people. This is more interesting.]

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[Ryan has improved in his eyes, to turn it in this direction. To not fall immediately before him. And Oren is genuinely interested. He finishes his food and ends that torture for now, though he seems to be perfectly comfortable sitting atop it rather than in an actual chair.]

I hadn't expected much, at least not in terms of anything I could enjoy, but...

[He considers it a moment longer, dropping his hands to rest on the table as he leans forward slightly.] Though we're confined and forced, it still feels free. There's green grass, open lakes, forests of trees in scattered patterns— I could get lost in all of it, even with the cities so small. There are some kind people, as well.

[He looks to Ryan.] It doesn't feel like death. Not all the time. That must be what I like the most.

[He uncrosses his legs now, still leaning forward a little.] Would it be cheating to ask you the same question? It's an optimistic one. I like it.

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['It doesn't feel like death.' That tugs at him in an awfully familiar way- how couldn't it, when he used to live with dead people? He's spent his entire life surrounded by people who couldn't have it, and he can understand that sort of sentiment.

What he wonders now is just what Oren came from, to use those words, but it's his turn to answer.]

I know the feeling, sort of. I mean- I was a little isolated, back home. [Which isn't really an answer. He pauses for a moment, thinking.] ...I like that I can be normal, or- what passes for it here, you know? We're all in the same situation. All of us have-- or will have-- the same experiences. It's never really been like that for me.

[And now that it's his turn to ask, he glances up to Oren again, still with the traces of the wistful little smile that had crept onto his face; his expression sobers quickly, though.]

Why did it feel like death before? [He quickly adds-] -it's okay if that's prying too much, I get that.

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[They're going to be bouncing off of each other's comments like this. That's the name of the game, after all, but Oren finds himself truly curious. What rare positions could there be for a man that he would feel different as far as normal experiences go?

He listens intently, and when the question falls next, he can't help the short laugh that slips out. His gaze drops and he traces the hem of his suit with a couple of fingers.]

Don't worry; I invited such prying. [Pinching the hem where he stops, he looks up and over again.] It felt like death and still can because I did die. Of that, I'm quite certain.

How were you isolated?

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Because I lived with dead people.

[There's more empathy in the way Ryan looks at him, and it's easier to make eye contact now. Of all the topics they could be on, this is the one that's always the most important to him, after all of his previous experiences.]

I saw ghosts. Always did. The problem's that I didn't always know whether someone was dead or alive, they all seemed equally real to me, so when nobody else can see who you're talking to... [He hesitates for a moment there, brow furrowing.] -you, uh. You kind of learn not to invite that sort of situation.

[It was self-imposed, not exactly something forced; easier to just stay away than try to actively change it, learn more ways to tell. Ryan's quiet again as he considers just what to ask next.]

Do you remember it? Being dead, I mean.

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[He's not sure he likes that look. It reads like pity, and it has him thinking back to his failures, but he brushes it away quickly to focus on Ryan's actual words. He could see the dead?

It's strange to think of, but what was he told about death that has been true, so far? Shifting in his spot, he pushes off from the table and stands, touching a hand to Ryan's shoulder as he scoots over the chair from the next spot to be much closer. He sits down.]

No. I recall falling, and my city is carved out from a mountain. About three days tall. I blacked out on the way down, and then I came here! Only to fall some more, it would seem.

[He leans over the table, eyes unmoving from Ryan. He has a lot of thoughts here, but the question that stands out the most? Well...]

Do you wish you couldn't see them?

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No.

[He answers without hesitation, shaking his head slightly- just briefly, just enough for it to be noticeable. Oren's shifted closer to him and he follows suit, silently accepting the proximity. He isn't being questioned on whether he's sure he could see them, whether it's actually possible, and that's always something Ryan appreciates.]

It wasn't a common talent. Most people didn't even believe ghosts were real, you know? If I couldn't see them, they wouldn't have had anyone.

[He's almost-- almost-- unsure of asking his next question, but this is about asking honest ones, isn't it? Still, he sounds tentative.]

Knowing what you'd be going back to... do you hope you'll be able to just stay here? Or do you want to go back someday and finish it?

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...That's awfully self-sacrificing. I don't know that most would consider the dead above themselves.

[That's all he says on that, for now, pressing fingers into the table as the next question comes. It's far more serious, and for the first time their depressing convo, Oren frowns. It's brief, and he smiles in cover, shaking his head.]

And you're awfully serious. Is this your idea of fun? [But he doesn't mean that in actual protest, and he shows that with a light bump of their shoulders as he sits back.]

To be quite honest, I don't know. It's a bit of both, right now. [There's a long, heavy pause after that and Oren brings a hand back to run through his own hair, laughing quietly again.]

I've been thrown off track even on my questioning! [Either he honestly can't think enough to find a new question or he's pulling things off track for a bit lighter of a tone. Or both? Either way.] Well, is this fun? I find myself missing your smile.

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[The frown is enough for him to decide it might be good to move on. He's gotten the most pressing answers, and this wasn't intended to push at things that are too personal-- Ryan is willing to accept the subject change without complaint.

Oren's comment gets an almost shy little smile from him, without any effort-- it's easy to prompt, really, Ryan isn't the type who's good at masking his feelings.]

Well, we'll have to do something about that. I don't want to disappoint you or anything, I'd be a pretty awful host-- and I think you're right. This isn't exactly what I consider fun.

[He reaches for one of Oren's hands, picks it up; Ryan doesn't lace their fingers together, though, that's a little too affectionate for now. Instead he almost toys with his hand, as if feeling it out, or simply keeping occupied.]

One more question. [He doesn't look back up to his face, trying to play it casual.] So were you planning to follow through on flirting with me, or what?

[There. That particular ball is lobbed safely back into his court, and he can do what he wants with it. Ryan still means to get him to act first, if he actually intends to.]

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[ Oren likes the toying, the reluctance, the shy smile. He takes it in with a widening one of his own, growing more genuine as he bumps their shoulders again to lean closer. ]

I've already invited myself over. Do you enjoy the boldness of others? [ and here he'd been thinking he should take his time and see what happens so not to frighten him off. Well. This is better. He grins, lifting a free hand to Ryan's chin so he can turn his face closer. There's no more hesitance or waiting from Oren; he kisses him softly on the lips, letting it linger just long enough to instil the promise of more before he breaks it only to speak against his lips. ]

What do you think?

[ a callback to his earlier mess up, a tease, an invitation. Why not this sort of fun? ]

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[He melts right into that kiss with a quiet little murmur, reaching up to comb his fingers through Oren's hair. A small part of him is protesting that they're really not that familiar yet, that he shouldn't be encouraging this even though he wants to; it's been a while since he's gotten this kind of attention from anyone, though, and a larger part of him misses it. Misses the closeness, and is eager for more, almost hungry for it (or maybe that's just the increasing urge to feed. He couldn't do this near water, he really couldn't.)

When Oren pulls away, he's met with a disappointed sigh that's breathed out before Ryan can think better of it.]

I think--

[His fingers ghost down the back of Oren's neck, cool against his skin.]

I think that wasn't enough for me to decide. Remind me again?

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[That sigh only works to encourage him further. Oren hums against Ryan's lips, pressing closer so he can kiss them again, and he moves his hand from his chin to dip downward instead. It hooks around Ryan's waist, tugging and urging them closer, if Ryan allows it.

A short laugh comes when he finally pauses, just enough to leave a teasing trail of his fingers just barely tucking beneath Ryan's waistband as he urges him closer.]

In a way... this is getting to know one another, isn't it?

[Like he's asking for an excuse, like he needs an excuse— it's more something to grab for comfort if it's needed. Oren seems to really want this, as he can only stay away for so long before he chases lips again, kissing, sucking a bit on Ryan's bottom lip with a small noise as his eyes drag down to look at the space between them.]

Sit closer? [And if that doesn't say enough, his other hand slipping out of Ryan's and temporarily moving to hook at his waist and join the first, pulling him into his lap certainly should. Ryan is tall, and this won't last forever, but it can certainly warm things up. Warm them up.

He wants to relax, to feel good, and to share it all the same. That's not so bad, is it?]

should i just go ahead and mark this nsfw bc it's gonna be

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-it is.

[A pleased hum is muffled against Oren's mouth, and he's just as inclined to chase back when he's invited closer-- Ryan is easily pulled into his lap, and really, he doesn't need to be tugged along the whole way. His arms drape over Oren's shoulders, one hand reaches up to hold at the back of his head, and he wastes no time leaning down for another kiss.

Now that he's more assured of Oren's interest, more sure that it's okay to want this, he doesn't feel the need to be as cautious. It's a hungrier kiss this time, licking into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly over his bottom lip as unnaturally long fingers thread into his hair.]

NSFW ALERT WEE OO WEE OO

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[This is a much better route than where their questions had been heading. The uncertainty and conflict swirling in his stomach is shoved back down, and he allows his shoulders to relax as Ryan's hands wrap around them. It's familiar, the comfort of another, even if Ryan is completely unique as any of them. It's a part of what he likes. Each one having a different softness to their touch, different looks in their eyes, different ways of going about things— but always with the intent of sharing these good feelings.

He accepts them completely and there's no hesitation in how he gives back. Their kiss heats up quickly, and as he kisses and sucks and encourages Ryan further, his fingers trail down and settle comfortably at Ryan's hips.

They stay still for such a short time, jumping up when he feels the need to do more, to encourage more. They pluck carefully and testing at Ryan's shirt and his waist, seeing what he can get away with. What teasing he can manage. Eventually, a hand slips under his shirt and smooths over his back to pull him further into his lap, and he hums his appreciation at their closeness.]

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[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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[He finds himself holding his breath to listen to Ryan's noises, but when that groan is followed by exasperated words like that, Oren can only laugh breathily against his lips.]

Mm, but I quite like you bending like this. [He kisses once more before Ryan's lips travel away, down, and he's tilting his head up to allow for more attention to his neck. Teasing aside, this will get uncomfortable rather fast. He taps at one of Ryan's legs to shift from around him.]

Strong enough. Here—

[It's smooth enough guiding, their positions considered, and soon enough he's scooping one arm under Ryan's knees and supporting his back with the other. Even as he raises to his feet, his lips chase after Ryan, pressing light kisses wherever he can reach.

Hopefully the bed isn't too far. He's heading there now, but he's thoroughly distracted by not wanting to actually stop.]

You weigh nothing, by the way. [That's still murmured between.]

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-what, you wouldn't rather have me bend other ways?

[Oren will learn that he is entirely incapable of stopping himself from making comments like that soon enough. Sorry, Oren.

His arms remain wrapped around his shoulders as he's picked up, practically clinging-- it's hard not to when he doesn't have his legs wrapped around him, when he's depending solely on Oren holding him up-- but he turns it into something with more purpose soon enough, head tilted up so that those continued little kisses can be exchanged rather than staying one-sided.

Fortunately the bed isn't so far that it'll be too hard to make it there, and Ryan manages to keep his mouth shut to avoid more distraction (aside from a little huff at the comment about his weight, which he smothers with a more attentive, open-mouthed kiss pressed to Oren's neck.) When they reach it, he glances up to Oren with a little grin, one brow quirked, face flushed from both the attention and anticipation.]

So where do you want me?

[Oren's the one hauling him here, he can just set Ryan down however he likes anyway, but he certainly doesn't mind encouraging that.]

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[That first comment is enough to make Oren laugh, but it's quiet and quickly washed away by soft kisses. By the time they reach the bed, he hardly waits for Ryan to finish speaking before lowering him to the bed. He lies him down on his back, one knee already up on the bed himself so he can lean over him.

He kisses him more completely on the mouth, lips lingering even as he pulls back.]

Here.

[Shifting, he ducks his head, kissing at Ryan's neck as his other leg moves over him. He's on all fours above him now, smothering him with pecks that scatter across his upper chest and neck, always moving back to his lips when he finds himself longing for more. Each one brings another quiet uttering of 'here', unable to hold back the smile that breaks through. Ryan seems like he'd appreciate something cheesy like this.

During all of this, his hands smooth one at a time down Ryan's shoulders to his arms, to his wrists, pressing them against the bed as he deepens the kisses, nips, hums against skin. He kisses at Ryan's ear, tongue slipping out to toy with his lobe as he lowers his whole body a bit further.

Softly, he asks:]

How much can I have?

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[Oren is absolutely right.

Ryan's hooked from the first time he says it, glancing up at him a little wide-eyed-- it's something he really wasn't expecting, not from Oren. He doesn't seem like the type, or at least Ryan had thought; he laughs in quiet delight as the attention continues, though, his grin wide and unabashedly fond.]

You're ridiculous, you know that.

[But he's not at all complaining about any of this. He's distracted by the attention, doesn't notice what Oren's doing at first, and his breath catches slightly when he feels his wrists held down against the bed. Oren lowers himself further and he wants nothing more than to wrap an arm around him, pull him close-- Ryan shifts beneath him to hook a leg over his hip, trying to keep him close that way instead.

His breath leaves him in a slow, shaky exhale with Oren's voice in his ear, a sigh trailing after.]

-as much as you want.

[And the pointed way that Ryan pushes up against him makes it clear enough that he's getting a little eager for it.]

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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.]

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[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.]

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[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.