[There's a fierceness to the thought that's incredibly rare in Ryan's mind, more clarity to it than the warm, pleased ones he's been sending so far-- and, ironically enough, his protest does make his nails dig into John's skin as his grip on him reflexively tightens. He leans back when he sends it, green eyes fixed on John's dark ones.
He'd never noticed they were blue before, and his intent expression softens a little at the discovery.]
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[There's a fierceness to the thought that's incredibly rare in Ryan's mind, more clarity to it than the warm, pleased ones he's been sending so far-- and, ironically enough, his protest does make his nails dig into John's skin as his grip on him reflexively tightens. He leans back when he sends it, green eyes fixed on John's dark ones.
He'd never noticed they were blue before, and his intent expression softens a little at the discovery.]
I won't. Swear to god, John, I won't.