my dearest dear || rylan oneshots, headcannons and more!

so into you, oneshot

;; a fluff request from GrusGorls_01 ❤️
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third person POV

and then there were two. two boys, both drunk out of their minds, struggling to maintain their grip on composure.

here they were, locked in a wooden closet, with nothing but themselves. they could only imagine what their friends were saying about them amongst each other, probably snickering like little kids out there. dylan locks eyes with ryan, heat obscuring his mind and better judgement. almost immediately, his breath hitches as dylan feels his body stiffen.

"hi."
"hey."

"stop being so damn awkward in there and kiss alrea—"
"kait— shut up, for the love of all that's holy."

dylan giggles, hand over his mouth. as he wipes a hand over his eye, spreading the tear down his cheek. ryan catches his eyes once again, licking his dry lips as he furrowed his brows. "...so. bottle chose us, huh?" he raises one at him, before nearing his proximity. dylan feels himself tense under his gaze, and the way his torso was now pressed firmly against his chest. "oh... hi." dylan felt a finger under his chin, a thumb beneath his lip as it pulled him towards ryan. "mmh.. mph!"

fireworks. dylan saw sparks as he gripped ryan's shoulders, and then gently cupped his face, fireworks as ryan attaches his hands to his sharp hips, his warm mouth and tongue claiming him. "wai— ngh~" ryan shuts him up with his lips, forcing him further against the wall, as he pinned his hands beside his head.
"ryamgh, plea—"

and with that, dylan had shoved ryan off him, pushing the man so hard, his back collided with the wooden wall. "oh— shit. ryan? are you-..." ryan quickly snaps his head towards dylan, with hooded eyes, and parted lips as he panted. "'m fine," ryan slurred. he reaches out, yanking him down by his collar, and smashes his lips against his once again. come on.

ryan holds him close, arms around his neck as dylan crumbles into him. this forces ryan to brace his body against the wall, hand planted against it, as he hums into his mouth.

they seperate finally, both out of breath. ryan oddly satisfied and dylan pleasantly surprised. "you wanted to say somin?" ryan's voice was low and slow, as he released his grip around his neck. "uh... y-yeah, i—" he takes a step back, after having touched his kissed lips softly. "i'm-"

their eyes meet once again, ryan folding his arms expectantly. "i like you, ryan. like— a lot and i think that kiss... that kiss— it... wow." dylan was at a stutter for words, he definitely didn't know what to say. the shorter man chuckles, grinning as he entered dylan's personal space once again. "yeah? you liked it?" his drunken smirk appeared once again, as ryan grinned at him. "c'mere." he pulls him down, grinning as dylan tumbled into his lap. "i could give you a lot more than just kisses." he shudders a top of him, back arching at how ryan squeezed the supple of his ass.

"wh-what?"

"i like you too, dylan. you're amazing, truly. and it isn't even the alcohol anymore. i really, really like you, not to mention care a lot about you."

ryan laced his own fingers together, hands clamped around dylan's back, as the other struggled to find a place for his own hands. dylan burrows his face into the crook of ryan's neck, inhaling his aroma.

the end result of their little game in the closet ended fast, in a way neither expected.

is this what they call home?

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A/N;; thank you for requesting this, although it took quite a while.