For a bit more, he's still content with just the affectionate closeness- but that same thing means it's only a matter of time before Ryan can't help but need more, the kisses to Henry's neck becoming nips, flicks of his tongue, and his breath coming harder. He finally lets himself rub against him with a stifled whine at the sensation, the satisfaction of it, teeth digging into his neck in a firm bite- he's let Henry give enough without quite returning the favor so far, and when he pulls back to look at his face again, it's questioning.

"--I want to take you, this time," he murmurs, "if... if you want me to."