He smirked at the purr. It was manipulation of Damon. He was stronger than this, he could remain stood.<br/>Or so he told himself.<br/><br/><em>"...perhaps we should lock the door." </em><br/><br/>And then that kiss. The contact. The warmth and wetness of that mouth. The feel of his tongue.<br/>Why did he attempt to resist, anyway? Why would he even wish to keep up appearances?<br/>This was his office.<br/>His home.<br/><br/>The door was still unlocked.<br/><br/>Damon moving away had him gasp for breath. It had been way too long and he craved.<br/>He didn't wait for the other man to return to him but followed and the moment he registered the soft clicking sound of the door, he pushed Damon against that same door.<br/>Just as hard as he had shoved a certain other male into the same door earlier this day.<br/><br/>He growled at Damon's ear "I want you...," came out so dark and deep it didn't sound like the Ryan the Teahouse had ever known. But Damon knew this side of him. He'd seen this side of Ryan quite a few times.<br/>Ryan was on fire and wouldn't just bend for Damon. But he also didn't really care who'd end up on top, either. Not really. That didn't mean he'd not fight for his right to dominate Damon, though.