[Those sounds are what begin to really undo him-- hearing them from John just hits him in a way that even the physical stimulation doesn't, makes him whine in response with an even more insistent roll of his hips.]
God, John. [He breathes it out, then interrupts himself with another brief but eager kiss.] You're- you feel-- [And another.] -so good...
[Ryan's either got the same idea about the caress of those fingers on his chest, or he can take a hint; he's reaching up to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, trying to undo them as fast as possible so that he can shrug it off without having to pull away from John. At least he'll be able to get to bare skin once Ryan gets the first few done.]
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God, John. [He breathes it out, then interrupts himself with another brief but eager kiss.] You're- you feel-- [And another.] -so good...
[Ryan's either got the same idea about the caress of those fingers on his chest, or he can take a hint; he's reaching up to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, trying to undo them as fast as possible so that he can shrug it off without having to pull away from John. At least he'll be able to get to bare skin once Ryan gets the first few done.]