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[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?

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[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.

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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?

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