[It's only grudgingly that he lets go long enough to let him remove those clothes, and though he was about to follow suit himself, Henry's distracted by the different sight of Ryan's chest. It was only a brief glimpse, but when Ryan moves against him again, he hesitates, curious- even a little concerned. He wasn't acting hurt, yet...
Henry pushes back then, to look more closely, hands tracing from his shoulders, down his chest to his waist, and back up again to that black spot, wanting to touch it.
When his eyes flicker back up to Ryan's face, there's a question in it, but he doesn't say anything.]
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Henry pushes back then, to look more closely, hands tracing from his shoulders, down his chest to his waist, and back up again to that black spot, wanting to touch it.
When his eyes flicker back up to Ryan's face, there's a question in it, but he doesn't say anything.]