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[twocomplex]

[It was amazing, honestly, that things were working out as smoothly as they were. Until this point, everything had been exciting or endearing, and honestly, Oren was so pleased with this turn of events that even Mattias' brand of fumbling couldn't cause his irritation to pool. Hesitation is met with a light, airy chuckle, and he touches a hand to Ryan's face to pause him.

Hopefully he can understand the gesture as it is— an unspoken apology for Mattias' hesitance and a brief tell to wait. It should become clear enough anyway, as he leans forward from where they sit on the bed and lets his hands fall away from Ryan, lifting Mattias' chin instead.]

Your tension is palpable, Mattias, but all I want to touch is you. [And Ryan, he reminds with a light pinch to Ryan's thigh.] Relax.

[Softly, he kisses him, letting it linger just long enough before he pulls back with another of his laughs. He's the picture of calm enjoyment now, robes pooled around his waist and eyes fixing on Ryan as he nods to the least experienced of their little trio.]

Or perhaps he wishes for your guidance?

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[averagemedium]

Does he? [That comes with a curious tilt of his head as he eyes Mattias, a little smile-- which becomes more of a grin as his gaze flicks back to Oren, ear-fins fluttering briefly.] Or are you just saying you want me to teach him.

[It's the impression he gets, and that is very much a rhetorical question. His attention returns to Mattias as his expression softens, and Ryan reaches up to brush webbed fingers through his hair in a reassuring gesture. He leans close, mouths at his ear-- whispers into it, his voice soft.]

Don't worry about anything but how it feels. If it feels good, you're doing fine. [Teeth graze gently against his earlobe, and as he pulls back he thinks out loud.] I could just demonstrate for you, but... [A thoughtful look turns into something almost teasing when his eyes land on Oren.] Sounds to me like he wants to watch.