Sampson blinked open his gray-blue eyes and raised a brow at him. "Not bad? That's all I get, huh?" he teased in return. His lips quirked, and then he sighed out a groan when he was finally released and Ryan pulled the tip of him into his mouth. He moaned his name, eyes fluttering closed once more. He laughed, a sexy low sound. "I'm not that flexible. I stop pillars from falling on me, not doing yoga. A hand job is all I really indulged in until..." He trailed off and shrugged lightly. Ryan could fill in the gaps but he really didn't want to dwell on it, not when Ryan was licking up his erection. He groaned again. "I suppose I haven't really tried." That and he didn't think Ryan would have anything for lubricant besides vegetable oil. He shifted and let his legs fall wide, exposing himself fully to the other, then pulled his shirt off.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The pace was nice, but it still wasn't enough. It wasn't what he was expecting or hoping for. Though the thrusts aimed for his prostate, and he moaned at the pleasure it caused. He shook his head and made a frustrated sound in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut against the tears. The sensations were so deep, and the other seemed to actually care about him, not just his body. But he had to remind himself that this was just a one night stand, another fling. Maybe the best fling he'd had in a long time. Rai tried to squirm, but Kane was unyielding. The thrusts were so deep, so good, that he almost wanted this. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have slow, deep, delicious sex.<br/><br/>Finally, Rai let out a cry of agonizing frustration. "Please. God, dammit. I need more. Please, just screw me into the wall." The thrill of Kane fucking him against the wall made him groan again, and his hands clenched into tight fists. "Please, please."