AW HELL YEAH you already know i'm writing something about this
Ry's a body blusher in my world. After a while of kissing/heavy petting, his ears, nape, face and chest areas are flushed and heated. He's panting — hot and bothered from your touch alone, and his glasses are sitting askew on the bridge of his nose, the lenses all fogged up. He shakily pushes them up, looking at you as if he's wordlessly asking why you've stopped to stare at him.
He's incredibly sensitive. His breath hitches when you palm the tent in his pants, squirming like he's torn between wanting to get more friction and running away from you. He can't help the sound that he makes when you latch your mouth onto the column of his neck; your hand snaking down to free him from the offensive layers of clothing. His fingers bite into your arm when you start stroking his cock. His jaw goes slack and he's singing you a pretty cacophony of moans and ragged breathing as you pay attention to his leaking (haha) shaft.
I feel like Ryland would whine his way through being edged, but he'd love it. He can't ever get past the rush that he feels whenever you speed your hand up on his cock — the sloppy, filthy sounds of slickened skin against skin — only to slow down to a pace that's so deliciously torturous. His thighs shake as you order him to keep them spread and open, heels digging into the mattress as he tries to fulfill your command. A slurred string of "please" and "more" is just continuously spilling from his kiss-swollen lips.
Ryland is also a crier in bed. Once he reaches a certain point of bliss, he's in tears, unable to fully absorb the sensations with which he's being bombarded. I feel like he could be speedran into coming prematurely if you get your hand wet enough from his tears — after you've been grabbing him by the chin to keep his gaze on you — and using those salty fluids as "lube" to jerk him off. It's so filthy and he loves it.
Gets off on being used, especially if you ride him. "Milk me dry," he pleads weakly, wanting nothing more than to be surrounded by your warmth. "Fuck me, ple-e-e-ase, or - or let me fuck you, whatever you want - just... I need you, baby," he adds to strengthen his case.
Even when he's coming, he'd tell you to continue riding him, to fuck him through his orgasm until all he can think about is you. You'd have to keep him in line and remind him that he needs to be good if he wants to come, too, otherwise, you're jeopardizing both your releases. And of course, Ryland delivers.
Loves to be praised! Tell him he's your good boy; that he's doing so well and that he's so great at making you feel good. Ryland would preen himself on this; the blush on his face and body would dive into a deeper shade of pink as you grant him with everything he wants to hear.
He'd love to be pampered during aftercare as well. He's looking at you through lidded eyes as you clean him up, pouting and whining for you to hold him as he chases his breath. Cover his face in kisses and play with his hair, and he'll be knocked out in a few minutes. He'd be so soft in the morning, too; he's insisting for ten more minutes in your arms, and he's nosing into you and paying you back for last night in little pecks and nips.
the finnish commentator was real mad at leno for taking that penalty for crosschecking wotherspoon when usa was already down 0-2 but like Tero have you considered that wotherspoon's the guy who took out leno's ex-situationship will smith's shoulder AND locked in leno's bitter rival/confusing sexual fantasy macklin celebrini for the olympics for defending said ex-situationship's honor in the same goddamn game or
