<u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Unfortunately with sub space went most logical thought. All he knew was that he wanted something inside him. Instead Ryan's hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him. He cried out and curled upwards to give Ryan a better angle. God it was such sweet bliss. A great relief. The words made him tremble and he whimpered. "Please," he gasped. Honestly he didn't even care what Ryan put inside him. However, even those thoughts fled on the heels of his orgasm. He came so hard he saw stars, spurting thick streams of seed onto the couch. He screamed, his hands and legs twisting without getting anywhere.<br/><br/>He was milked absolutely dry and left shaking and trembling under him. His eyes were hazy and his body spasmed with aftershocks. He fell completely still and his eyes fluttered closed. "Oh...jeeze...um...wow." He licked his lips. "That was amazing. You are...amazing. Are you okay?" he rambled, voice quiet and somewhat muffled by the pillow. He really couldn't move. He was absolutely liquid and relaxed, all the stress having melted out of his body. But his main concern was Ryan, which spoke volumes for how much he really cared about his partner.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>The moment that Sam came down he would feel the way that Ryan's was stroking down his back and then when he spoke asking if Ryan was ok there was a bit of a chuckle. The man behind him moved to undo the belt around his ankles and then undo the ones around his wrists his fingers moving to work out some of the knots from the muscles not seeming bothered by Sam's naked state. "Of course I'm alright, why wouldn't I be?" he asked curiously feeling himself relax despite also having an erection. He wasn't going to attend to it now but he was sure he would be thinking of Sam whenever he got around to it. Right now he felt warm and right and he was happy he could bring those sort of pleasure to Sam, the man's ass was still red as he shifted off to let Sam get himself back together with all his limbs functioning, "Are you alright? I trust you know your limits when it comes to these things but I can't help but ask." he admitted softly his eyes still trusting with a hint of worry.<br/><br/>Ryan moved to stand, offering up Sam's clothes to him and producing some tissues to try and get the couch clean as well as his hand. Chances of getting to touch the man Sam was obsessing over seemed to growing slimmer by the moment as the half angel seemed perfectly control despite the clear hardness displayed in his pants. He was willing to play with Sam all over again if the man allowed or wanted it and it had certainly entered his brain of fantasy.<br/><br/><u>Me:</u><br/><br/>He grimaced slightly when Ryan undid his bindings. The blood rushed back into those spots, though the only thing that hurt were his wrists. Though even then Ryan took care of him, massaging the skin. He stayed relaxed until Ryan finally got off of him. Then he slowly sat up. He took the tissues with a quiet thanks and wiped the cum off his stomach and the couch, then sat down with another wince. Everything buzzed pleasantly and he didn't mind the dull ache on his ass and legs from where he'd been scratched and slapped. He saw that Ryan was aroused, and it bothered him that he didn't seem keen on doing anything about it.<br/><br/>He licked his lips, then shook his head and sat back. He didn't say anything for awhile. He certainly didn't want to ruin the mood. It somewhat confused him that Ryan was so willing to do things to him but when it came to his own pleasure he shied away from physical contact. He supposed it made sense, given that he had been traumatized so badly. But why then did he have some urges? His brows furrowed, but he said nothing on the subject. "If you want to go finish, you can," he murmured. "I'll stay right here." He had a flashback right then of the first night he'd been with Kane, of the other forcing himself to feel such things and he ending up having to relieve himself in the bathroom. It caused him to scowl. But again he said nothing.<br/><br/>The mood was brief, and he shook his head. "I'm fine," he said, somewhat lying. His body felt great, but his mind was in turmoil and confusion as to where things went from here. Was he always going to be denied sexual contact with the other? He refused to bring it up, though. The trauma was still fresh. Barely a month had gone by, and this was their first sexual interaction. It had been nothing short of amazing. He gave him a reassuring smile. "I enjoyed what you did, truly." That wasn't a lie. He just wished he could help Ryan relieve himself, but he could see in the way he carried himself that he wouldn't really enjoy that. "If you don't want to, it's fine. I...We could just watch something, if you want?" Sure he wanted more, but what he wanted the other wasn't ready to give, and he didn't know what they could do to in compromise.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>There was no way Ryan couldn't see that Sam was disappointed and confused about not being able to help him out but he didn't let it get under his skin, he wasn't going ti push himself passed what he felt comfortable with. To the question of going to the bathroom to help himself out he shook his head, "No thank you. I'm good. Really." he insisted with a smile that didn't have a lie in it. Ryan sat down on the couch with Sam not far from him but not touching. He was used that denial of himself and it kept him on the edge as he let himself just relax, "I would love to but it's late and I should probably head home." he admitted softly looking a little sheepish with a flush, "I had a great time though." he was honest even if the emotions and things going on between Sam and him were intense.<br/><br/>He found himself just wanting to be near Sam and hold him even if it wasn't purely sexual the man had a draw to him that both made Ryan want to be cared for by him and take care of him. How strange were all these very human emotions...