Damon's head snapped to the side when struck so abruptly, evidently either not expecting the strike, or simply taking it because he felt it was warranted. Either way, however, the smirk was gone from his face when he slowly turned his head back, his eyes smoldering as they met Ryan's.<br/><br/>He didn't say anything. He merely acted. His posture straightened, bringing him up close to Ryan, almost touching him as his hand flew up, snatching a handful of Ryan's hair. He didn't pull him away, didn't push him aside, the grip on his hair bringing the man in closer.<br/><br/>His eyes locked on Ryan's for what seemed like an eternity, bur in reality, only lasted a few seconds. After those agonizing seconds, Damon suddenly yanked Ryan in close - hard, by the grip he had on his hair. Their lips met, Damon immediately going for a deep kiss, no build up from a more innocent kiss.<br/><br/>Damon<em>had</em>missed Ryan. Incredibly. This was their game. He'd never explain himself. Never admit just how badly he desired to be with Ryan in their times apart. This was just the way things were. What Damon wanted didn't change that... unfortunately.