There's no reserve in pressing up against those hands, easily distracted by the contact, and without Ryan pulling back, he could've easily insisted on fulfilling that current need, just as they were. But he doesn't quite whine when those hands pull away from his skin, though there is a small impatient wriggle anyway, even as he starts unbuttoning his own shirt.

Not that Henry bothers doing more than opening it, before moving his hands back to Ryan, tugging and pulling at his clothes, "could say the same about you, you know."