[ Iris was both a blessing and a curse to Ryo. Sometimes, it had helped him connect to other people and the way they felt things that he never had. Other days, though, it drove him so deeply into the things he felt that he bordered on needy. And he really didn't like the look on himself. The wings themselves were an interesting, familiar trick of the moons. He rather liked them, though. They made it easier for him to blend in when he wanted to be in his natural form.
He had called Mista because he had been particularly needy today, and was having difficulty finding any form of relief. The other had seemed to at least like his company last time they spent time together. So Ryo opted to call him as he doubted the other would say no.
And sure enough, he hadn't.
He had turned off the lights and unlocked the door, and got into his most comfortable outfit - a tank, baggy pants. But the only thought of relief actually came to him when Mista entered his apartment, and when Ryo heard him speak. He opens his wings, and steps in from Mista's left, shifting up in close, arms moving around the other's neck. ]
You came.
[ He sounds far too pleased when he speaks, like some sort of well-thought out plan was successful. And he knows it wasn't like he thought too hard about that. The touch helps a little, even right now. But it's not really what he's seeking, so he wastes no time and says nothing else before forcing his lips against the other's. There's neediness bordering on aggression that he's made zero attempts to hide. ]
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He had called Mista because he had been particularly needy today, and was having difficulty finding any form of relief. The other had seemed to at least like his company last time they spent time together. So Ryo opted to call him as he doubted the other would say no.
And sure enough, he hadn't.
He had turned off the lights and unlocked the door, and got into his most comfortable outfit - a tank, baggy pants. But the only thought of relief actually came to him when Mista entered his apartment, and when Ryo heard him speak. He opens his wings, and steps in from Mista's left, shifting up in close, arms moving around the other's neck. ]
You came.
[ He sounds far too pleased when he speaks, like some sort of well-thought out plan was successful. And he knows it wasn't like he thought too hard about that. The touch helps a little, even right now. But it's not really what he's seeking, so he wastes no time and says nothing else before forcing his lips against the other's. There's neediness bordering on aggression that he's made zero attempts to hide. ]