[Finally is right. Ryou's wanted to be wrapped up in Atem and not have to worry about weird monster anatomy for a long, long time. They're...pretty vanilla monsters, all things considered. A vampire and a shade. The hardest part of being who they are probably revolves around biting and staying solid.
And Ryou can definitely stay solid for this, it's his most practiced skill. So when Atem presses close, he can feel it, the slightly cooler body pressed against his own, a comforting weight that grounds him through the euphoria of their actions. He's the one that needs to breathe between kisses, of course, but he wishes he didn't, because every second that their lips part is a second where the warmth that connects them is broken. And the fingers in his hair, oh do they feel nice. Ryou stays utterly pliant, moving as he's directed, his fingers curling against Atem's back. Now he's pulling him closer in earnest.
As he lays there, eyes closed and making enough pleased sounds to cover the both of them at this point, he thinks to himself that if they could just...go a little bit further, maybe they can actually forget everything bad, and that warmth that's building low in the pit of his abdomen can finally go just a little further.
But of course, there's something else at work here. A different type of need--a hunger that has nothing to do with his current emotional state. Something that he's been fortunate enough not to give away. Or at least he doesn't think Atem knows? Ryou's the homebody, after all.]
1/2 these poor bastards are doomed
And Ryou can definitely stay solid for this, it's his most practiced skill. So when Atem presses close, he can feel it, the slightly cooler body pressed against his own, a comforting weight that grounds him through the euphoria of their actions. He's the one that needs to breathe between kisses, of course, but he wishes he didn't, because every second that their lips part is a second where the warmth that connects them is broken. And the fingers in his hair, oh do they feel nice. Ryou stays utterly pliant, moving as he's directed, his fingers curling against Atem's back. Now he's pulling him closer in earnest.
As he lays there, eyes closed and making enough pleased sounds to cover the both of them at this point, he thinks to himself that if they could just...go a little bit further, maybe they can actually forget everything bad, and that warmth that's building low in the pit of his abdomen can finally go just a little further.
But of course, there's something else at work here. A different type of need--a hunger that has nothing to do with his current emotional state. Something that he's been fortunate enough not to give away. Or at least he doesn't think Atem knows? Ryou's the homebody, after all.]