Ryah had thought he'd feel self conscious, out in the open like that, exposed. But it was dark out already, and the alley was dimly lit, and the most interesting thing was probably the fact that they weren't the only ones with the same idea. In fact, he was certain no one was even paying attention to them, lost in the haze of their own pleasure, the sounds of sucking and fucking emanating from various corners of the alley. It actually helped to relax him the tiniest bit; here no one gave a damn, no one even gave them a second glance. He felt his back hit the brick wall and he lost his breath for a second before dragging Eden close and pulling him in for a kiss. As he devoured Eden's lips, tasting something sweet with the faint hint of alcohol, Ryah found himself getting into it. He slid one hand into the blond's locks, teasing at the strands at the nape of his neck, even as he took the opportunity to switch their positions and pin Eden to the wall.<br/><br/>There didn't seem to be much in the way of talking from what he gathered from the other patrons in the alley, which suited Ryah just fine, though Eden seemed like the type, if he were being honest with himself.  The brunet pressed him up against the wall, sliding his other hand beneath the other male's shirt. He could feel the smooth skin, all the curves and angles, he could feel the jut of his hipbone; and he liked what he could get his hands on. He curled his fingers into the blond's locks with his first hand, tightening down and pulling Eden's head back, exposing his neck, as he nipped his way down the slender column until he reached the junction between neck and shoulder. The brunet teased at it, licking and nipping lightly at first, before sinking his teeth in harder, hard enough to leave a mark. He could taste the salt and sweat of Eden's skin as he teased and played, sucking on the mark he had left behind.<br/><br/>He could feel Eden's hands at his belt, his jeans, and he let go just long enough to help the blond free his cock from its confines, before doing the same to Eden. Slipping his hand around their cocks, he let out a small hiss at the feel of them sliding together. It felt good like that, really good, but it wasn't enough. Ryah wanted more. He wanted whatever Eden was willing to give. He wanted to take, and own, and possess. He wanted to leave Eden marked and bruised and fucked until he could barely see straight.