ryan heads down the hall for the little room at the end. storage and laundry machines. comes inside to find nico reaching down into the top-load washer to get his clothes out.

“hi,” ryan says as he presses up against nico’s back, slides his arms around nico, hands just going right up under his shirt to feel his warmth, his body, him. “missed you.”

in his arms nico leans back a bit, tipping his head back, asking for a kiss that ryan is happy to give. “missed you too,” nico says, and ryan just can’t let him go yet.

he kisses down nico’s neck and presses against him a little harder. rocks his hips against nico. he wants nico bad. always.

ryan is on his knees before he even had the thought that he was going to do it, hands curling into the waistband of nico’s comfy pants to tug them down.

“what’re you doing?” nico asks, but he’s laughing, playful, clearly fine with it. nico braces his hands against the washing machine, clearly no longer focusing on the task at hand because ryan his squeezing his beautiful ass and spreading him open, moaning at the sight of nico’s perfect pink hole.

“fuuuck babe,” he goans and dives in, running his tongue over nico and burying his face into him. he’s a little musky, like he’d showered this morning but spent the day lounging around in sweat pants. it makes ryan’s dick hard as fuck to taste him.

nico shudders, bending at the waist a bit and spreading his legs more, as much as he can with his boxers and pants around his knees.

“oh fuck,” nico moans and ryan opens his eyes to see the arch of nico’s spine as he grinds back against ryan’s face.

“taste so fucking good,” ryan says between working his whole mouth over nico’s hole.

ryan pushes himself up to his feet again, hurriedly working open the button and zip of his jeans and shoving them down enough to get his dick out and grind against nico, sliding slick between his cheeks.

“oh my fucking god, babe,” ryan whines, one arm wrapped tight around nico’s chest, the other hand coming down to jerk nico off. “you make me so fucking hard, i’m gonna die, I swear.”

“not before I come,” nico says, a breathless little laugh as he tips his head back onto ryan’s shoulder. ryan laughs, too, bites at nico’s jaw as he grinds against him.

it’s not much longer, between kisses and moans, before they finish, panting, ryan’s come all over nico, nico’s dripping down the front of the washing machine.

“nnngh,” ryan groans as he lets nico go, pulls his tshirt up over his head to wipe over nico’s ass and clean his cum up.

“gross,” nico teases and ryan laughs.

“you’re literally doing laundry right now,” ryan says, drops his shirt to the floor and tugs nico’s pants back up for him. ryan tucks himself away and buttons his jeans again.

nico turns to face him, drapes his arms over ryan’s shoulders and kisses him the way ryan loves. deep, and passionate, and sexy. he’s feral for nico. always.

“what do you want for dinner?” nico asks him, and it hits ryan so tender right in the heart. because they’re so good together. so easy. a moment of outright desperate desire for each other, bleeding right into the domesticity ryan craves with nico always.

“whatever you have, i’m not picky,” he says, because nico is a good cook and ryan’s happy with anything.