<u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Sam felt like a damn fool and pulled the cuffs out before he closed the box. He sat down and set the cuffs aside. He didn't really trust himself, but he sat down and clamped his mouth shut. And waited. Ryan was in charge, he had to remind himself. Sure he didn't mind being dominated in bed, but he was quite vocal otherwise.<br/><br/>He swallowed and rubbed his knees. Kane's Mark was still on his chest, and he scratched it absently while he waited for Ryan to make a move. He, too, was restless and nervous, simply because he didn't trust himself. But he trusted Ryan.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>Taking a moment to calm himself and discard the ideas of the box out of his head Ryan moved back to look at Sam. In a way he was glad the man was bold enough to remove his shirt because Ryan wasn't sure he would be bold enough to ask. He could see the nervous and needy energy coming off the fire marshal as he tried to get a hold of himself. His eyes flicked to the cuffs considering for a moment before he looked back to Sam. A part of him knew this would be easier on Sam if he did restrain him but what really struck him was that he realized he didn't WANT it to be easy. He liked the idea of struggling and having Sam keep his hands to himself because he had asked. Or told him to, whichever. Ryan moved closer now relaxing a little bit.<br/><br/>His hand moved to touch Sam, moving along his chest feeling the tension of the muscles and Sam's breathing as his eyes took in the man before him. He didn't doubt for a second that lots of people thought Sampson was handsome, he just wasn't sure what made him want to try a relationship with Ryan of all people but he discarded that. It was neither here nor there. He leaned down again to kiss the man who looked so desperate for it, carefully deepening the contact and shifting himself so that his knees were on either side of Sam's lap as he got up on the couch, effectively trapping Sam there. With each small progression Ryan seemed to get a little bolder.<br/><br/><u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Sam's heart was racing a mile a minute under his chest, and it turned over when Ryan touched him. Warm, like Kane. No, nothing like him. There were many subtle differences and he was able to relax a little. Sam shuddered when Ryan kissed him. His fingers twitched but he kept them on his knees firmly. They balled into fists, then slid down to either side of him.<br/><br/>Feeling Ryan in his lap had him aroused rather quickly, and he tipped his head so he could kiss him better. He took Ryan's lower lip a sucked, then pressed his teeth in to nibble ever so gently. It helped to focus on kissing him. It wasn't something he'd consciously done before. Usually it was taken from him, his ability to touch another.<br/><br/>But now he could focus on and feel Ryan's mouth kissing his own. His eyes slid closed and he leaned into the hand on his chest. So far, so good. Even though his hands were fisted at his sides.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>There was a gentleness to Ryan but there was something demanding there as well, this wasn't the timid meek 'boy' one might expect based on what had happened and he seemed well aware of his affect on Sampson. Finally sitting down in Sam's lap more fully this brought them level so they could kiss without a strain on Sam's neck and Ryan's hands wove into his hand, tussling it every which way smoothing along his face before the broke the kiss whispering, "You are doing so well for me..." his eyes were half lidded enough the small bit of a power over the normally dynamic and forceful man that he couldn't help but voice in approval.<br/><br/>This was very different from Kane, whole different ball park as with Kane the whole thing was heated, fast, almost too much with a spark and burn that seemed to be a race against time. Ryan... no, there that wisp of domination just a hit of it there but it was a calm and collected sense, the control the pace was set to seemingly drive someone insane. He was not rushing, he was taking his time and savoring and there was something to be said when it came to having the feeling being treasured and owned... Sam was at the center of his focus and attention those bright eyes not noticing anything else outside of his effort for Ryan of giving him that control and work. Those hands kept stroking through his hand playing with it as he kissed Sam's jaw, slowly, deliberately moving to his ear before he licked just along the shell.