Getting his own shirt off the rest of the way, Henry considers just dragging himself closer again, but manages to hold it back, if only just.

"Not for long, maybe," he finally replies, pausing just to brush a breathless little kiss over his throat, following it with an even lighter nip, hands dragging over his hips, down his thighs. It's with a sigh that he lets go long enough to work on getting free of his own pants, still half-watching Ryan in the process. "So," he adds, successfully kicking the fabric lower, "how do you want- this?"