farrowday | OPEN PROMPT POST

[He's at sea here, in all honesty. Ryan's kissed before but it wasn't this passionate, it was fumbling and awkward despite whatever feelings fueled it (few on his partner's side, he's pretty sure) and John-- John kisses like he knows exactly what he's doing. If it weren't making his head swim dizzily Ryan would feel self-conscious.

But it is. He feels lightheaded, light in nearly every way, and he's just following John's lead the best he can-- he's got no idea what to do with his tongue and it's fumbling but eager and it doesn't feel like it matters, because John is kissing him, because it feels good, Ryan has his arms wrapped around him and there's his hand holding the back of his head--

There's that nip, the way he sucks at Ryan's lip, making him gasp and press up against John in a way that's pure reflex, and oh god he needs to stop and breathe.

Their lips part and he leans back slightly, already panting to catch his breath and looking more than a little dazed. His glasses are askew, his face more thoroughly flushed, and for a few moments he doesn't even try to speak-- just runs his fingers through John's hair, along the side of his face, his neck, in constant needy little touches. Can't keep his hands off him, much as he needed the break from that intensity.]

...John. Oh my god.

[There's a satisfied little smirk on his lips when Ryan pulls away, because John could tell that he wasn't quite sure how to follow along, but also that he was completely overwhelmed. It's just confirmed by the look on his face when he sits back; John reaches out with a little grin and slides off his glasses, setting them on the table beside the couch, because those are going to get in the way if they keep on.

But his gentle, stroking touches turn the tables, more little hints of affection, and John's left with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted as he takes them in. Soft and sweet, far more foreign to him than kissing. He shivers a little when Ryan's long fingers reach his neck, squirming atop him, but doesn't let the slight shift in energy dampen his enjoyment of this quiet moment.]

That's nice. [His voice is a bit dreamy, faraway.] Hit you a bit too hard, huh. [Oh, and now his mouth is quirking up at one corner again.]

[The shift in his expression at Ryan's touches brings a smile to his lips that matches them completely, soft and sweet and warm-- he likes the dreamy tone in his voice, almost out of place but not so much it seems completely unlikely.]

No, no, not too hard...

[But his own voice is still breathy, also a little faraway, and after a moment Ryan concedes.]

Okay, a little, I wasn't... I didn't expect that. But it's-- god, that felt good, John.

[When Ryan's hands still, John opens his eyes again, his smirk broadening.]

Oh yeah, I know kissing. Even homeless kids make out. Just - not a lot else. [His fingers are winding through the back of Ryan's hair now, endlessly fascinated by the texture of it. Some small bit of that might because of another head of curly hair he once wanted to touch, but not all of it.] Guess we'll be figuring out a lot together, won't we.

Will we?

[It's not the same insecure question it might have been earlier-- just a quiet thing, with a fond look. He likes the thought of it, along with the fingers threading through his hair, and that goes a long way toward calming him down.]

I'll try to keep up, promise. I read things. I'm not clueless.

Don't see why not. We both like it. It'd be stupid not to.

[In fact, he'd like to start right up again. But first he has to laugh at what Ryan's said, leaning forward to rest their foreheads together as he shakes with it.]

You read things. [The laughter's not cruel or sharp, but it's definitely at Ryan's expense.] Good to know we've got a scholar on gay sex around.

Oh, my god-

[Exasperated, but in a good-natured way; he's laughing quietly too, leaning right back against John. Even if that had honestly rubbed him the wrong way, the affectionate gesture's a good way to make up for it, and as it stands? It just adds more warmth to the contentment.]

I'm just saying I won't be completely lost, jeez. You're not gonna have to teach me.

So it's more pleasure than business. [That only amps up his laughter, until he's nearly giggling.] You're a fucking scream, y'know that?

[When the laughter finally dies down, there's a hint of fondness behind the smile that's left.]

I still don't get what's so hilarious about it.

[A mostly feigned huff-- John really is cute when he's laughing like that, and Ryan just can't pretend to be irritated for very long. Not when the hint of fondness in that smile gets one out of him that doesn't just hint at it.]

...but okay, I'll take it anyway.

It's just you.

[And now he's definitely more fond as well, because that's really the only explanation he can offer. Ryan's such an epic nerd, a twentysomething virgin that's read about sex to prepare for the eventuality and knows more people on the other side of a computer screen than face to face (and most of those are dead) - but it's all weirdly endearing. Somehow John's abrasive and Ryan's awkward work together, better than he would've expected if someone had posited the friendship to him as a hypothetical.

He leans in closer, tips and then sides of their noses brushing together, and hesitates for just a second with his lips hovering over Ryan's before finishing the movement and kissing him again. Softer this time, lips slightly parted but without tongue, a sign that the pace is Ryan's to set for attempt number two.]

[Just him.

The fondness in his expression is stronger, he looks like he's about to just melt, all flushed cheeks and almost disbelieving smile-- he doesn't push forward when John hesitates, waits with his own lips already parted in anticipation, and presses into the kiss with a soft sound.

For a few moments he keeps it somewhat chaste, content with the slower kiss, before he ventures further; where last time he'd been breathless and struggling to keep up, now it's a curious exploration of John's mouth, tongue sliding against his. Ryan honestly finds this just as exciting as the previous try, different as it is in pace. More of a slow burn, in which he's more aware of John's warmth, the softness of his lips and tongue-- and of his own reactions. As he continues the kiss he's starting to press against John's body, no longer squirming restlessly beneath him but rubbing up against him, making quiet little sighs and moans into his mouth as he kisses more hungrily. No more frantically, not now, but it's becoming a much more intent and needy thing.]

[And that's endearing, too, that he's got no idea. John was utterly surrounded by arrogance in the last few years of his life, and it felt like home then because it was a constant mirror to his own nature, but it all imploded on itself in the end. That's something he can't forget or shake off as much as he tries, and it's part of the reason he's mellowed somewhat since his death: not only because he's useless as far as further revolution goes, but because he's got incontrovertible proof that every side of him he sought to have nurtured destroyed him.

Even he knows better than to waste a second chance. And seeing gentleness, vulnerability, humility unfurl right in front of him like this just reminds him that maybe they could have some value if he gave them a chance. They're certainly gorgeous on Ryan.

And that slow, sweet kiss is gorgeous as well - he quickly finds the same thing, that more opportunity to savour the sensations only makes them more intense, and he's murmuring helpless little sounds right back against Ryan's mouth before too long. His hands shift around a little - from the couch to Ryan's hair to his shoulders - before finally flattening out on his chest with fingers restlessly curling and uncurling in an unconscious little caress that he'd much prefer against bare skin.]

[Those sounds are what begin to really undo him-- hearing them from John just hits him in a way that even the physical stimulation doesn't, makes him whine in response with an even more insistent roll of his hips.]

God, John. [He breathes it out, then interrupts himself with another brief but eager kiss.] You're- you feel-- [And another.] -so good...

[Ryan's either got the same idea about the caress of those fingers on his chest, or he can take a hint; he's reaching up to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, trying to undo them as fast as possible so that he can shrug it off without having to pull away from John. At least he'll be able to get to bare skin once Ryan gets the first few done.]

[Just as Ryan love the sounds John makes, John's just a bit undone by Ryan's delirious words, the way he just keeps saying so good, so good. The way he grinds up more firmly this time makes John moan aloud, throw back his head as he gasps for breath, but he tilts it back down in time to catch those sweet little kisses before noticing that Ryan's starting to undress.

Yes. Perfect. They're definitely communicating now.

He shuffles back on Ryan's lap just a bit, feet hanging over the edge of the couch, then bends down with one hand anchored on his now-bare chest to mouth at his neck. It's almost more like devouring than kissing, mouth open and wet and occasionally grazing teeth lightly over the skin, from one side to the front and then back up the other. All the while his hands keep moving, pushing the shirt back once he's got it open and sliding over his chest and abdomen eagerly.]

Fuck--

[He gasps it out when John's mouth starts working at his neck, head tilted back, hands fisting into John's shirt to anchor himself; Ryan's unable to give him much in return save for his reactions, too invested in the feel of wet kisses and grazes of teeth against sensitive skin. Despite tightly-coiled arousal he's sinking back against the couch, braced only by the backrest and his grip on John-- still squirming beneath him, but with less stiff tension in his body.]

Don't stop that, god, don't...

[He smiles against Ryan's neck, licks playfully at his pulse point.]

Good, isn't it? I swear my neck's more sensitive than my actual cock.

[Not that he's ever had more than his own hand working his cock, but necking was definitely among his favourite activities when he got any kind of action. Just for a change of pace, he bites down where he tongue was teasing a moment ago and latches on with his lips, sucking hard and wriggling a little in return at the thought of the bruise he'll leave behind. He can still have some effect on the world of the living, and Ryan is precious and priceless because he's John's key to having that effect on the living themselves. The fact that he's reasonably attractive and his company is enjoyable is just a bonus,]

'Course it's good, you don't have to-- oh-- ask... you just like hearing me say it, don't you, how-- how fucking good it feels-- god, I love your mouth...

[And he'd dearly love to hear the same admissions out of that mouth he likes so much. If John meant to hint that he should return the favor, well, it's absolutely working; soon as Ryan's spoken he's nudging John back just enough to kiss and mouth at his neck in the same way, sucking and licking at the skin. Less teeth on his end, but he's gentle by default, will have to be asked to give him more than the occasional graze.]

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