Well that's something Ryan can't promise. The hands on his chest make his gut tighten slightly, and even Ryan couldn't say if he likes it or not. He wraps both arms around He Ming and pulls him in close enough that it won't be an issue, trailing his fingers along his back as he gently kisses and nibbles at his neck. That someone apparently trusts him enough to allow him access to such a vital area is admittedly a rush, and he lets himself indulge more than he usually would.