[While Garrus is shedding the last of his armor and his tunic, Ryan's working at the fastenings of his jacket and shirt, tossing them aside along with his gloves. He never wears anything that fits too tightly, but now that he's finally free of those usual layers of fabric it's easier to see exactly what his shape is like: thin, almost delicate, with light freckles dusted across his pale skin around his shoulders and the top of his chest.

He breathes out a slow, contented sigh at the graze of teeth against his skin, fingers skimming down Garrus' chest.]

Hm... not a tip, really, but- have you only ever been with turians? No other species at all?

[Ryan flashes him a grin that's equal parts eager and confident, a very rare expression on his face, and gently pushes himself backward-- not to step away, though.

He's just giving himself room to start sinking to his knees.]

Because I know exactly where to start if that's the case.