Somewhere, somehow, his mind registered.<br/>Something.<br/>He was close?<br/><br/>Eyes flicked open, gaze trailing downwards, slight smirk evoked.<br/>Hazy little thought emerging the man under him should get fucked a lot more often.<br/><br/>"Not..."<br/><br/>One hand.<br/>He had hands, yes...<br/>Downwards.<br/>Following the gaze.<br/>Fingers curling around Atticus' base tightly.<br/><br/>"...yet"<br/><br/>Two words.<br/>One motion aside the rhythm of his hips.<br/><br/>Breath burned in his lungs. He just couldn't get enough air in.<br/>Ryan was close himself, but...<br/><br/>Just a little longer...<br/><br/>Ever since.<br/>Six months ago.<br/><br/>Eyes closed again, a slight whimper coming from him, hold on the man's base tightening while he picked up.<br/><br/>Just a little longer.<br/><br/>Seconds.<br/><br/>Maybe...