Me:<br/><br/>Sam was glad Ryan didn't flinch away when he touched him with his mouth. Of course, he did his part making sure the gestures were non threatening in all aspects. He hoped things progressed in the future that Ryan would be comfortable with him touching him, but right now he was fine with letting him take the reigns. Letting him be in control. Sampson shuddered, goosebumps popping up on his skin when Ryan pinched even harder. It stung, and he didn't mind it, especially with his hand on his cock.<br/><br/>Though Ryan tortuously didn't budge or give him an inch. No matter how hard he strained he couldn't get the friction he ached for. So he'd apparently gotten used to fast and rough sex, to the point that this slow grind was driving him clear out of his mind. His eyes rolled. "Yes," he grit through his teeth. He cursed. "Ah, damn...hope you don't mind if I swear. I have a really filthy mouth in bed." His face and neck flushed at the idea of what ended up coming out of his mouth once things really got down to it. Though if he needed to he'd reign it in for him.<br/><br/>Sam bit his lip again, watching in agony as Ryan unhurriedly undid his pants. He felt he had to say something..."I ah...The scars? They only go to the small of my spine," he whispered. As if that would have made a difference. But he wasn't sure if it would or not, and he just didn't want Ryan to be unprepared. At least he wasn't small. Sure he was small compared to Kane (who the fuck wasn't?), but for his height he was a bit above average.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>"I don't mind you swearing. As much as you want." Ryan smiled, "I don't do it much but I think it suites you... I can hear the desire it in and I like hearing that and hearing you get worked up." there was no mistaking now that Ryan was getting off on it with his eyes bright and slightly devious he managed to work Sam's pants and to his ankles having to get off his lap to do so, but then last moment he used the belt to bind them so they also became a form of restraint. He enjoyed watching the struggle almost as much as he enjoyed the way Sam could hold still and suffer. Maybe he shouldn't have delighted in winding someone up like that but his senses didn't lie in telling him how much Sam enjoyed it. He had a bit of a gift for sensing emotions it was better when he touched someone and with all the touching he was doing of Sam he could feel the frenzy building inside him.<br/><br/>Like a child playing with a new toy he wanted to find out just how far he could push it. He was still between Sam's legs now and found his way kissing up Sam's legs and inner thighs letting him feel his lips as they ghosted as he kept tormenting Sam and kept trying to see what exactly he could get the other to say.<br/><br/><u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Sampson was getting slightly cramped staying upright like this, but his arousal far outweighed any discomfort he was feeling. He watched him get off his lap and pull his pants and underwear off, freeing his erection. He groaned slightly. But when Ryan used the belt to bind his legs together, he cursed rather loudly. "Dammit Ryan," he hissed, squirming again. It was such sweet torture, not having any room to move, to struggle. Though he didn't, up until Ryan pressed close again.<br/><br/>Feeling him kissing up his legs and towards his inner thighs, he gasped. His skin was sensitive, somewhat ticklish even, and his hands and feet churned in their bindings. "Ryan," he moaned. "God I want to touch you, taste you. Please. Please let me touch you." Though he knew he wouldn't, but he had to try. Hell he'd just made it all the more difficult by binding his legs together. He was left feeling just hungry for more. So much more. "I'll do anything. God, fuck...You're killing me." He'd never had to wait this long, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out before he completely lost it. Yet Ryan controlled him, and he had no true complaints. He licked his lips and shifted his shoulders, still slightly uncomfortable. He wanted to lie down.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>"Anything?" Ryan asked curiously, "I think I will allow it in time but right now I think I like you here and bound." maybe a bit more than he rightfully should, he swallowed again as his brain seemed to catch up with the fantasy, "I know we didn't talk about this and you feel like a... in control sort of topping guy." he didn't know how else to bring it up and his face flushed, "I know you told me we don't even have to do anything but I don't know what you're ok with." needing Sam to talk right now which was probably quite the challenge with Ryan still leaning over his lap his breath and every word could almost be felt along Sam's strained cock and it wasn't getting him anywhere closer to getting to touch Ryan.<br/><br/>But maybe talking a bit about his own desires might help guide the man who currently had him strung out and losing his mind about where he wanted things to go and that always held the promise of more... fun sensual things.