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Date: 2015-08-20 08:23 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2015-08-20 08:35 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2015-08-20 08:54 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-08-20 09:07 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-08-21 03:28 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-08-21 03:54 am (UTC)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
Date: 2015-08-23 05:21 am (UTC)[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
Date: 2015-08-23 05:46 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-08-23 06:09 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-08-23 06:21 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-08-24 10:48 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2015-08-25 03:54 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-08-26 05:02 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-08-26 05:25 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2015-08-26 10:39 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-08-26 11:03 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2015-08-27 03:38 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2015-08-27 03:59 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2015-08-28 07:05 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2015-08-28 07:34 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2015-08-31 04:25 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-01 12:43 am (UTC)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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