[He quickly takes the gesture as the expectation that it is, wasting no time in starting to rub him through the fabric of his clothes. It's not meant as teasing or even a slow start-- it just takes Ryan a moment to think about that being in the way, preoccupied as he is with the firmness his hand's been pressed against and his desire to touch.

He doesn't stop working at Henry's fingers with his tongue, soft little moans showing his approval at the taste of his lover's skin, the feel of him beneath his hand. All of it is good but he wants more, wants to touch him directly and feel the warmth of skin against his own fingers; Ryan slides his hand beneath that fabric as quickly as he can, not wanting to stop for too long, and wraps his fingers eagerly around the satisfying firmness of him as he begins to gently stroke along it.]