[He's all too content to let Petre do whatever he wants with him; even if he had any hope of fighting off orders like those, Ryan might not want to, distracted as all the attention keeps him. The exposure is noted only vaguely, with a bit of hope that maybe it means he'll get even more-- the faint feeling of someone's breath against the flushed and sensitive skin of his cock is so promising, though, instantly draws his attention.
Ryan doesn't even look at him. All his attention is still on Petre-- everything he wants to do, it'll be done to him, not John-- but he does reach down to blindly thread his fingers into John's hair.]
Please-- god, yes, please...
[His head's tilted to try to find Petre's mouth again, eager to keep kissing him. He's got to express that need somehow, beyond the way his hips nudge forward almost as though he's continuing to silently plead for it.]
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Ryan doesn't even look at him. All his attention is still on Petre-- everything he wants to do, it'll be done to him, not John-- but he does reach down to blindly thread his fingers into John's hair.]
Please-- god, yes, please...
[His head's tilted to try to find Petre's mouth again, eager to keep kissing him. He's got to express that need somehow, beyond the way his hips nudge forward almost as though he's continuing to silently plead for it.]