<u>Me:</u><br/><br/>He'd gotten so used to fast and hot, that this slow pace was so different. Excruciating. Sam had no complaints thus far. Not beyond having to keep his hands to himself. He wanted to touch and explore, but he couldn't. He didn't want this to stop and he didn't want Ryan to panic and stop what was going on between them. When he pulled back from the kiss, the praise had him checking out some.<br/><br/>"Good," he breathed. "I want this to be good for you." His head tipped back and he shuddered, biting back a groaned when he licked his ear. Not quite the sweet spot, though Ryan could tell Sam was very happy to have him sitting full in his lap. And Sam behaved as best as he could and kept his hips still. If he was honest with himself he wanted to beat the ever loving shit out of whoever hurt Ryan because not being able to touch him totally wasn't fair.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>Ryan for his part was greatly enjoying himself. He didn't know if it had been like this had the rape not happened but at the same time he enjoyed applying the restrain too much to wonder if maybe that was what he wanted after all. He kept exploring that wicked tongue moving along the shell to his earlobe as he gently nibbled on it wanting to see what caused a reaction from Sam. He really enjoyed the way the other smelled allowing himself to nuzzle his neck and inhale to get his senses full of it. It it were up to him right now he would happily lick every single inch of Sam and never get tired.<br/><br/>The slow exploration gave him a chance to savor and give Sam the attention he felt he deserved. He placed kisses down Sam's neck shifting his hips just enough for one teasing friction of a stroke before pulling them just out of reach. It wasn't clear if he was doing it on purpose but one had to wonder if he was because the drips of pleasure felt like there very deliberate. There had been some things that had happened to him that Ryan had never considered doing himself but now presented with Sam as his willing... victim, he had to. He found a spot that he had tested as sensitive to Sam and then proceeded to give the a soft bite, enough to feel it but not enough to be deeply painful.<br/><br/><u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Sam slowly felt the fight leaving him. Being lavished with unhurried attention wasn't something he was used to. He was used to fast, rough and hot sex and now Ryan was driving him insane with need in a tortuously slow fashion. He let his head fall back even more, leaning fully against the back of the couch. It didn't even cross his mind that he'd had sex on the couch before. All he could think about was Ryan.<br/><br/>He hissed and jutted his neck out, blunt nails digging into the fabric at the tortuous, slow grind of his hips. Then Ryan bit one of his sweet spots and he gasped, letting out a quiet groan followed by a curse. His hands twitched again and he shifted under him. "God you're a damn tease," he mumbled, eyes hazy.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>It amused Ryan to be called a tease he most certainly never considered himself one but he couldn't even deny it. "But I want it to be good for you... you're not enjoying this?" he asked in a playful but half worried fashion as he was still so very new to everything sexual. He nibbled along Sampson's collar bone trailing his lips over Sam's shoulder as he eyed the man's hands. He didn't want him to move and he could see the struggle visible in the way they clenched and clawed. Moving up to give Sam another kiss he shifted to look into his eyes.<br/><br/>"Are you sure those are something you want?" he asked his head nodding to the cuffs that lay on the couch now. He was curious about them, not really scared but not sure it was normal to include them in sex. Sure he had been strapped down for his ordeal but if it was something Sam wanted... well even more amazing if he begged for it then he would happily give it a try.<br/><br/><br/><u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Sampson was going insane under the other's ministrations. It was so different, but it was a damn good different. He didn't want him to stop. He laughed at his statement, a delighted sound at his words. "Oh, I am. Believe me, I am." He rocked his hips up, pressing his erection against any part of Ryan that he could. It was pretty damn apparent that he was enjoying what Ryan was doing to him. Though god it was hard not touching him. He wanted to, so badly. But every time he thought about it he was quickly reminded about Ryan's ordeal. He didn't want Ryan to be scared or uncertain.<br/><br/>He blew out a breath, his head tipping back once more. He returned the kiss softly. "I might need them, because I want to touch you so badly. You can stay on top, you can do whatever you want to me. I just want to touch you." But even now he didn't. "So yeah. They might be a good idea. Though I should warn you if you put those on I might start to struggle." His eyes were hazy with lust. "But I'm not really trying to break free. It's just...Something that happens when I'm bound."