Damon's arm wound around Ryan's waist, pulling him close, his hand clutching at the back of his clothes. The kiss was intense, fiery, and his grip on Ryan's hair tightened when Ryan's teeth found his lips. He knew the desk was right behind him, so he pulled Ryan's body flush against his own before his hand released hair.<br/><br/>Damon's arm swept at whatever was cluttering Ryan's desk, clearing a space there. Immediately his arm wrapped around Ryan's shoulders, and in a heartbeat he attempted to roll them over, to press Ryan down on top of his own desk. He never let the kiss break through the movement, it only getting more intense, his grip tight on Ryan.<br/><br/>He'd probably have a few strange bruises when he left, some ripped clothes that would make his assistant curious. Good thing he never wore the same thing twice. He liked this outfit, bit it was no big loss. It would join the others in his closet that Ryan had torn, reminders of their meeting.