<u>You:<br/>
</u><br/>The thrust against his own erection had Ryan gasping but he controlled himself after all he had gotten far too good at denying himself and that edge was something he kind of strangely... enjoyed. His eyes glazed over a little as well as he watched Sampson breathing a little harder as he moved to pick up the cuffs. "Lean forward please." he said when Sam did he got the cuffs on behind Sam's back, putting one there and then the other, making sure they weren't too tight as he did looking at the bindings with a sort of awe. The restraints looked... erotic and interesting to him and he wondered just how many he could add before Sam wouldn't be able to move his arms at all. He flushed at the image in his mind before he shifted again.<br/><br/>"I don't mind if you struggle... but I will be sure to show my appreciation when you do as I ask." though as he asked sounded more like 'as he said'. It was funny to think that innocent little Ryan was discovering the first inklings of his interest in the restrain and keeping Sam on edge, there was something about the teasing that had him feel far more powerful than he could ever imagine and made him crave some more fun. He still straddled Sam's lap as he let the man get out his need to feel the struggle against the bonds.<br/><br/><u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Sam could feel that Ryan was also aroused, and that also thrilled him immensely. He leaned forward and rested his head on Ryan's shoulder, mouthing his flesh through his shirt. He let Ryan cuff his wrists behind his back. It was slightly uncomfortable, but he wasn't out of shape and he didn't need or have to worry about pulling a muscle. So when Ryan pulled back he struggled and squirmed. He arched and bucked, trying to throw Ryan off of him. Though what good would that do?<br/><br/>He wanted Ryan on top of him. He groaned at his words. "Yep. You're going to be the death of me. Truly." He laughed, breathless. "Good. This is...good." He swallowed. "Yeah. I can handle this. I can do this." Sweat beaded his brow and he was twitchy like he was coming off some sort of drug high, but it was really just desperation for more. So much more. "Let me see you?" he whispered, licking his lips as he looked at the man in his lap. "If I can't touch you at least let me look at you." He bit his own lip, still squirming a bit though not as violently.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>Through all the bucking and struggling Ryan stayed firmly planted not shifting even an inch despite Sam's efforts. He wondered if this would scare the fire marshal or not, the thoughts that he was having and he lived his quickly drying lips. Reaching out a hand to caress Sam's cheek down to his chin he spoke in that beautiful voice once more. "Of course you can do this... you're doing so well. You look so... beautiful like this." he said and meaning it not even aware of what sort of effect his words could be having on a man who had a desire to be controlled. He stroked his face once more seeming and awe and enthralled not quite sure if he should be sharing what he was thinking.<br/><br/>He snapped back to attention when Sampson asked him to remove his clothes. It was a totally reasonable request but for some reason it made him bristle internally in a way that was no familiar. He wasn't sure how to explain why but... "I don't think I'm ready for that yet." he said simply in a voice that spoke that it wasn't up for much discussion so instead he worked on distracting Sam. A hand moved down across his chest brushing over the man's nipple as his fingers caught it and gave it a tug. He was thinking about seeing more of Sampson though as he thought about what lay behind the fabric of his pants Ryan's other hand strayed down to outline his lovers cock just to see... just to feel.<br/><br/><u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Sam felt a chill crawl down his neck when Ryan didn't even budge. His strength. Christ it didn't seem human. But he still didn't remember the supernatural. He didn't know Ryan was half angel. He leaned into the caress, his eyes fully glazed over and his heart racing in his chest. He groaned again, eyes fluttering at the praise. Yeah, he was a damn praise whore, and Ryan spoke such pretty words to him. He turned his head to kiss his palm. It was brief, a test of the waters since he didn't have his hands on him.<br/><br/>Sampson let out a whine when he was denied. Dammit. The other wasn't budging an inch, and he both hated and loved it. And the resounding dominance in his tone was just unyielding. It made him ache in ways he hadn't in a long time. It felt like that anyway. He hissed and clenched his jaw, his head falling back again as he struggled against the bindings. It was a sharp, brief pain, and he didn't mind it. He wasn't sure if he should tell Ryan that he liked pain with his pleasure. Probably not, not when he'd been traumatized so much.<br/><br/>Sam moaned, his hips arching. The front of his boxers were damp with precum and he rolled his hips when Ryan touched his erection through his pants. He needed more. The teasing was literally driving him insane.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>At least Ryan didn't seem to mind the kiss to his hand. Actually when it came down to it there might be a surprising amount that Ryan enjoyed but right now he was enjoying this and that felt a little like toying with Sampson but Ryan preferred to call it taking his time. He often felt like people rushed things a little too much and the control, at least he felt, was making him feel more at ease post trauma. Forget the fact that the idea of Sam helpless right now had him rock hard and wanting to 'care' for him in all sorts of ways an angel shouldn't be thinking about. When Sam responded to the small pinch of the nipple Ryan gave it a more experimentally hard tug as if looking for something more in the response, he didn't even register that it might come off as pain in some ways. He knew that sometimes when he got off he liked to give himself a squeeze that was just on the edge of painful and the line was always more blurry than people thought.<br/><br/>He stayed put and didn't apply much pressure his hand shifting to follow as those hips thrust up to try for it, "You really can't hold still can you?" he asked with a small chuckle that sounded more devious than anything, "Makes me want to... make you." he said lower now his eyes moving to meet Sam's, "Is that alright?" he asked not with any sort of nervousness now but as if trying to understand how his feelings would echo in Sam. He was strong working as a nurse doing manual work there and having his genetics he could overpower most humans, that and self control was something Ryan had down to an art which was the more important factor here. His hand moved slowly but steady to grasp around Sam's hip bone as he pressed his back down into the couch. "No need to rush." he said soothingly as his hand over worked to unbutton Sam's pants but offered no friction.