[That's a clear signal if he ever got one, even before the thought - harder, such a raw and demanding thought that John shivers again simply because it's coming from Ryan. There's the rough side, the aggression that flashes up now and then. He's about to comply when Ryan gets his teeth into John's own lip and he moans instantly, almost in spite of himself, head tilting and mouth opening fully to lick into Ryan's.
He's starting to lose himself in it. Ryan is all around him, long arms and firm grip, the scent of him (something vaguely fruity - that's not his shampoo, is it?) and the taste (also sweet, like he had dessert, John has no taste for sweets but no problem sucking that taste from Ryan's tongue) and the warmth of their bodies pressed close together; most of that warmth is his own, he knows, but he always seems to feel it reflected back against the heat of another. An idea of how flushed he feels to others.
The hand at Ryan's side, small and warm, pushes up his shirt just a little to seek out bare skin and press his fingertips eagerly into it. No pressure, no expectation. No manipulation. He wants to, so he is. It's so much easier.]
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He's starting to lose himself in it. Ryan is all around him, long arms and firm grip, the scent of him (something vaguely fruity - that's not his shampoo, is it?) and the taste (also sweet, like he had dessert, John has no taste for sweets but no problem sucking that taste from Ryan's tongue) and the warmth of their bodies pressed close together; most of that warmth is his own, he knows, but he always seems to feel it reflected back against the heat of another. An idea of how flushed he feels to others.
The hand at Ryan's side, small and warm, pushes up his shirt just a little to seek out bare skin and press his fingertips eagerly into it. No pressure, no expectation. No manipulation. He wants to, so he is. It's so much easier.]