Ryan met those smouldering eyes, eyes that managed to melt some of the ice in his own. This is what he wanted to see in the other man. This was, indeed, their game.<br/><br/>The man's hand in his hair, the tug -so close to what Ryan would not allow from anyone- pulled a deep, low growl from him. He didn't struggle, though, even if both of his hands were at the ready to give the other man the beating of his life. Damon was smaller, maybe weaker, but Damon knew things of the body Ryan only now and then touched bvy exploration. After all, the man had studied, where he had not. A full out fight would have been... interesting.<br/><br/>He glared in the time Damon took. But the daggers were less cold. However, if Damon miss stepped but once, Ryan would have at him.<br/>He didn't. He gave Ryan what he wanted. The kiss was met and returned, though Ryan did not allow Damon to overtake, kissing back aggressively, using teeth to scrape at him until his teeth found a lip to bite. And he bit. Hard.