#tomleno

this started as a tomleno thing and devolved immediately

thank you to pinterest for providing these images (even though some are deep fried) and feeding the brain worms. truly couldn’t do it without you

Ryan curls his fingers in the sheets and gasps into his pillow. He's melting, he's dissolving, he can't hold himself together, can't do anything other than breathe and let the pleasure wash over him. Tom has him on his side, one leg drawn up to his chest, held there by Tom's broad hand. They're naked. Pressed together. All heat and sweat and closeness that might kill Ryan.

"You're okay," Tom says, and it's sweet, but he's laughing a little bit, and Ryan feels himself going pink all the way down to his nipples.

It is okay though. Tom's holding him. His other hand is playing with the hair at the back of Ryan's neck. His mouth is against the point of Ryan's shoulder, beard rough against his soft skin.

Ryan exhales again. It sounds half like a sob. "You can move," he manages, trying to squirm back into the cup of Tom's hips.