[It's hard not to just give in instantly when he's wanted this even more since John admitted to what happened with Petre-- and so he doesn't bother trying. Ryan's fairly resolute in not pushing this, not pushing anything on him, but he's eager and willing to carry on anything that John starts. His own end of the kiss still has that curious, inquisitive touch to it, the only thing keeping it from feeling hungry- instead it's probing, sweeping, intent on getting a taste of everything he has to offer.]
God, you're warm.
[It's an idle, almost dizzy thought. For once, Ryan isn't bleeding thoughts out of his mind like it's a sieve, projecting nothing but a soft, pleased buzz of contentment as he all but melts into John's touch, presses against him.]
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God, you're warm.
[It's an idle, almost dizzy thought. For once, Ryan isn't bleeding thoughts out of his mind like it's a sieve, projecting nothing but a soft, pleased buzz of contentment as he all but melts into John's touch, presses against him.]