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𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

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mentions well, sex.

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oh the sex, it was not the highlight of their relationship, but it was a definite added perk. they often switched, taking turns pleasing the other. most times however, consisted of dylan desperately holding onto ryan, as the later whispered low, sweet nothings into his ear. his pace was slow, caring, hips rocking back and forth. ryan would hug dylan closely, as if he was something precious, in fact, he was something precious. if you show me your secrets, i'll show you mine. despite having know each during their younger years, ryan was yet to get to know him. inside and out, was his goal.

cowgirl— well, cowboy, was one of their favourite positions. ryan got to see dylan's face as he penetrated him, as he drove him crazy. and that wasn't the best of it. he'd watch as he fucked him gently, as dylan bounced atop of him, pale skin burning bright red. just like that- ngh...  nice and slow for daddy. his sweet words of affirmation warmed his ears, as dylan rode him slowly. aah! s-so good. oh ryan! fuck me, fuck me! his soft voice grew louder and only made him speed up as ryan chased both orgasms. he did this not just for the sake of pleasure, but pleasing dylan, his dearest. that unmistakable slap slap slap elated across the room, gliding off the walls as ryan was gentle with him. want me to be nice to you? he'd ask, hands around dylan's waist. god, yes please. yes ryan. dylan was quite the needy during during these interactions.

they'd quiver and shake, moaning deliriously, simultaneously as they ejaculated.

ryan was the loudest, his usual deep voice  crescendoing into a high pitchedy mess. dylan~ dylan! c-can i do it inside? is that a-alright? please. he'd ask for consent, begging as he twitched furiously. dylan could and can only moan and nod in response.

like this, sex was one of many favourites, something they both heavily enjoyed. it was fun, and also a way to convey emotion.