Brendon, on the other hand, was so informal with his way of speaking that it was just a little bit precious to listen to. Odd, though, considering he seemed like the one who should be so well-spoken. Although... all things considered, Ryan doubted he came from 'old money;' it's not like people like them got much of an inheritance, not when they were open about themselves. That was beyond attractive to consider: Brendon being self-made. Ryan wasn't much for sentiment, listening to peoples' life stories and so forth, but really he wanted to know where Brendon came from, how he got where he was now, what he did when he wasn't just the mysterious presence both headlining and in the background of his own luxurious party. He was attractive, gorgeous, showstopping, of course and obviously, but still - his personality was enticing, too, rivalling all of the physical temptation with a fire. From the bizarrely casual way he spoke to the way he, for whatever reason, [i]chose[/i] to blend in when he could easily be the center of a room, Brendon was intriguing.

[i]Fancy seeing y-[/i] Yeah, yeah, it's not like they didn't have all night (and knowing how long it took for these places to clear out completely, they had even more than that), but Ryan was still quick to get to him, immediately going for his mask. Maybe that in itself was an odd move to make, considering when people were in their exact position, seeing the other person's face didn't quite matter. But Ryan had familiarized himself with Brendon's before, so he was fairly aware that it was something of a view to behold. He'd apparently rendered him silent again and was almost afraid he'd even made Brendon hesitant, apprehensive, like maybe his speed was intimidating, but clearly this was a good silence. [i]Not at all.[/i] Ryan's smile was soft, pleased by how easily Brendon went along with him at any given point. You'd think someone used to fame and fortune would have gotten a little uppity, hard to get along with, but it seemed like Brendon's charisma won out over his class standing. Once again: intriguing.

He'd have the sense to feel a bit self-conscious by Brendon's close examination of him, this first time so near to him, but it was hard to when he had such a comforting countenance as a whole. Anything he said was returned smoothly, anything he did was welcomed naturally... and lifting his mask off, Brendon did just the same, without fail. Some curls fell back into place against his temple now that there was no cover in their way, and Ryan swore he felt the most clichéd he ever had in his life. Here he was, barely put together, the stereotypical criminal from a storybook, directly opposite the clean, pristine image of Brendon, no faults in sight. Yeah, cliché, but he just felt lucky Brendon didn't reserve any judgment over the deal. Anyway. His memory hadn't fooled him. Nothing restrictive over their faces any longer, he could freely admire, and, yeah, he remembered the soft brown eyes, the little eyebrow scar, the lilt in every feature. It should probably be embarrassing that the best word that came to mind upon seeing him openly again was 'dreamy,' but really. The accuracy.

[i]I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit.[/i] In his pause, Ryan grinned briefly, fast and amused - he didn't realise he'd be interrupting. In any case, he let his thumb stroke over the fabric of his shirt, distantly registering that, yes, this felt very right. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together. [i]You’re just my type.[/i] Ryan raised his eyebrows somewhat, surprised. He didn't peg Brendon as someone to really look for romance - or [i]whatever[/i] - this far below him, but sure. Not that Ryan was very self-deprecating, usually, he just wasn't famous or even unimaginably rich, no matter how successful he'd become in his business. [b]"Convenient. I believe you've singlehandedly defined my type."[/b] He dropped his brows, smirking again, because he couldn't help it. He tilted his head at Brendon, and - [i]YoucancallmeBrendon.[/i] Seriously. He didn't understand having this effect on someone like... not Mr. Blake, or Sir, but Brendon. He liked that. But they were in the same boat, so. He laughed with Brendon, albeit without any of the nerves, far more enthusiasm in it. [i]Please.[/i]

[b]"Brendon it is,"[/b] Ryan conceded, his voice airy. He chewed his lip, considering. When was the last time someone called him by his first name? Well. Chosen first name. Still. [b]"You can call me Ryan."[/b] He said it pointedly more slowly, dipping his head while he openly teased Brendon. It took Brendon a while to actually follow his directions and talk, which he supposed he should've seen coming, but. He really did want to know. [i]So this is what you’re doing, is it - y’wanna kill me.[/i] [b]"I prefer the term 'ravish.'"[/b] Ryan spoke against his skin, smiled, breath warm just below his ear. He considered, briefly, allowing him a break, but he probably wouldn't be able to stand one himself. [i]I, uh, I’m a musician, I-[/i] Ryan felt Brendon's hand in his hair, his heart skip dangerously, and that was dumb because it was truly such a small gesture, but it was [i]sweet,[/i] so fond for people who'd barely even spoken. And could barely keep up with speaking now, apparently. He hummed gently, encouraging him, showing he was listening.

[i]I play music-[/i] Well, those are kind of the same thing, but Ryan didn't bother correcting him, just laughed softly in the curve of his shoulder. [i]And- I’m a fool for gorgeous men like yourself.[/i] And that one barely counted. Still, he didn't call him on it. It was flattering, anyhow. Ryan didn't get 'gorgeous' much. He pulled back, one hand sliding further to brace flat aganst the small of Brendon's back, supporting him, the other curling over the hand he had white-knuckling the sink behind him. [b]"Is that so? You've made me lose all sense, myself."[/b] He paused, spared a glance around, at where they were. [b]"Clearly."[/b] His gaze landed back on Brendon and he rested there for a second, searching. Pretty confident that there was no going back now, Ryan closed the space between them, ducking his head a bit until he could kiss him slow. Christ, it was by some fluke that he wasn't the one completely incoherent right now, because this was far too easy to relax into, almost fully leaning into Brendon before he caught himself.

He only eased up once he had to catch his breath, and he barely did when he tried to speak again. [b]"I can already tell you're going to be trouble for me,"[/b] he breathed, laughing, because [i]jesus[/i] he'd never be able to get him off his mind. And, really, he had other shit to do, though at this point none of that really mattered to him at all. Unavoidably, he had to plant another quick, wistful kiss on Brendon's lips, before a tangential thought led him astray again. [b]"You [i]are[/i] going to give me the grand tour at your next party, aren't you?"[/b] Double entendres. Their forté. A bathroom meetup every time just wasn't much of a choice locale.