[That stream of thoughts is almost overwhelming at first, with the way he's still caught up in the wonder of this happening at all-- but then Ryan grins against his lips, laughs softly in a way that's very clearly not meant to be at him.]
Here.
[Ryan takes one of his hands, lifts it to the back of his own neck-] Like this, [he thinks in a near-murmur, with a brief image flickering across unbidden. Fingers in his hair- yes, he's fine with some pulling, if that's any indication. John's other hand is guided down to his waist before Ryan shifts his own free hand to John's hip, giving a light, leading tug.]
C'mere, you're gonna kill your neck kneeling up like that. Just get comfortable.
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Here.
[Ryan takes one of his hands, lifts it to the back of his own neck-] Like this, [he thinks in a near-murmur, with a brief image flickering across unbidden. Fingers in his hair- yes, he's fine with some pulling, if that's any indication. John's other hand is guided down to his waist before Ryan shifts his own free hand to John's hip, giving a light, leading tug.]
C'mere, you're gonna kill your neck kneeling up like that. Just get comfortable.
[On his lap, obviously.]