oooh "i can't breathe!" for raywood? uwu
Ray is choking.
Ryan watches, raising an eyebrow, a slight flush high on his cheeks. Ray sucks in a breath, doubling over, and then—
Collapses into peals of laughter all over again, honest-to-god tears streaming down his face. “Oh, fuck. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.”
“Listen,” Ryan starts, a little desperately.
“No, fuck, that was great, that was the best, can you do it again, but record it this time? For posterity.”
“For future generations.”
“I told you dirty talk was a bad idea,” Ryan mutters. “I told you I couldn’t do it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ray manages, the odd snort of laughter still escaping him as he sits up. “That was perfect. That was the weirdest euphemism for fucking ever. And then you just gave up mid-sentence.”
“Do you want to jack off alone in the shower? Because that’s what’s going to happen here if you keep laughing at me.”