[The kiss lingers and he follows on its trail, listing after it until Oren moves too far. His laughter makes him blush and he pulls away as if burned, scowling right into Ryan's gentle eyes. Anger diffuses, easing his shoulders down as a different sort of heat takes hold.

They're passing him around. Playing a game of catch with his blushes and stammers and, even knowing, he's not certain he dislikes it.

He breathes slow when Ryan comes close, shuddering as his breath skims his skin. Clutches at his arm and makes a tiny whimper as teeth scrape against him. Or maybe it's the words. The ones that both melt and confuse him. The ones that are ruined when he brings up fucking Oren.

He snorts.]

Oren's never satisfied with watching.

[Let Ryan discover that himself. Blushing, he shifts towards him. The hand on his arm moves lower, interlacing their fingers as he drifts closer. It'd be a bold move if his shoulders weren't bunched and anxiety written into every muscle.]

You... [A lump in his throat. Of course. He glances down, shifting closer to make up for his awkward pause. A futile attempt at sexiness that he knows has failed the moment he does it.] ... You could always demonstrate on me. Couldn't you? It'd make more sense that way, wouldn't it?