His laughter rang through his bedroom. Quite uncommon to hear laughter here, but.. Atticus did amuse him. And.. excited him. Lured him to places he didn't go all too often.<br/><br/>"Yes, I do enjoy you being able to do your job proper, Louis," he said, popping the vial and casually pouring some of the oil in the palm of his left hand "But that's not the reason why I'm granting you this."<br/>This hand holding oil travelled downwards until Atticus could no longer see it, applied it to his member royally, it responding to his own touch eagerly, but still not hardening out completely.<br/><br/>Ryan knew what he still needed. He'd get it, too...<br/><br/>Fingers, still oiled, traced along the other man's erection, downwards, leaving some here and there, tips pressing gently against his entrance, circling once to leave oil where it might be needed, too.<br/><br/>"What I could or could not do, Louis.. is up to me," he murmured, closing the vial to flick it aside, getting oil on that too before he slid it into Atticus' hair to grab a fist full of it and pull his head to the side, tongue following his neck from the collarbone to his ear slowly.<br/><br/>"Unless you wish to stop me.. I'd advice you to now shut the fuck up.."<br/><br/>His free hand grabbed the knife, twirled it once, catching the light to spark up on the blade, and, in one fluent motion, let it bite Atticus' neck for about half the path he had just trailed with his tongue.<br/>Of course he was careful to not cut too deep, but he did cut to his own satisfaction ; the blood running freely while he flicked the knife away, it embedding itself neatly and over an inch deep in the nearly wall before closing his mouth over the wound and sucking at it.