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Ryan had spent most of his day, after school just laying around his room since his plans with Rory had fell through. He made sure to pick up an extra spiral on his way home that so that he could start jotting down what he knew about Sam so far. Making sure to put a label on the front and write 'Things About Sam', smiling to himself as he did it- remembering what Sam had said about it. So far there were a mix of school appropriate and not so appropriate things in the spiral and he couldn't help but be excited to hang out with Sam again. This time around, he would get the chance to get to know him a little and just hang out with him before they got to the taking each other's clothes off part. Walking out to the kitchen, he picked up the spiral off the counter and walked to quickly find a pen so he would be ready when Sam arrived.

Sam had been looking forward to this part of his day for the entirety of it, and was now practically bouncing on his heels as he made his way to the fifth floor. He'd been distracted when he tried to hang out with Lucy, wrapping it up kind of quicker than he meant to when he learned Ryan's own plans had fell through and he had time for him now. He went to his room to change into some nicer clothes, including a gray long sleeves thermal shirt, a pair of boxer briefs he felt hugged him in all the right places, then his nicest pair of blue jeans, shoving his bare feet into some sneakers before he had left. Now he was in front of the door, ridiculously thinking what a nice number it was when he shook his head at himself and knocked, waiting patiently to be let in.

Ryan set the notebook and pen down on the coffee table before walking over to the closest mirror. Checking his appearence one last time, he ran a hand through his styled hair and looked himself over. He was dressed in a dark blue sweater and a pair of dark designer jeans, simple enough- but as he ran his hand over his shirt, he heard the knock at the door. Making his way to the door, he walked quickly, already smiling as he opened it. "Hey," He said, somewhat breathlessly. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over Sam, admiring him before stepping aside to let him into his room.

Sam smiled when the door opened up, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Hey," He said in reply, trying not to grin like an idiot. He stepped across the threshold and into the room, not really expecting anything to be different in two days but he still let his eyes quickly give the room a once over before his eyes settled back to where they wanted to be, on Ryan. "I really am sad there's no smell of cinnamon in here," He teased, before shaking his head and leaning across to press a kiss to Ryan's cheek next to one of his dimples, letting his lips linger there for a moment, secretly inhaling his scent before he pulled back and was grinning again in a moment. "Nice to see you. Do you want to get started?"

Ryan closed the door behind them before turning back to him. Chuckling, Ryan shrugged, "I know, I'm just as disappointed as you are! I was really looking forward to them, and having you try them- but Rory couldn't do it today." His smiled widened as Sam kissed his cheek, enjoying the lingering feeling of his lips before they left his cheek. Before his mind could wander to Sam's lips, he remembered that they had actual work they were going to do. "Yeah, you too. Um, yeah we should get started on that." He said, starting to lead the way, "Oh, I have something to show you." Ryan said, smiling over his shoulder at Sam. He picked up the notebook as they reached the table beside his bed and turned to show Sam the cover.

Sam shook his head, smiling, "Aww, well.. I'd offer to make them with you, but then you'd have deprived her, so there's no real win/win in the whole thing, I guess I better wait." His smile twisted into a smirk before he tilted his head and looked over Ryan's face. He started to follow him further into the room, eyebrows raising when he said he had something to show him. He spotted the spiral notebook and the title and smiled widely, feeling his heart swell up. He ducked his head down sort of bashfully before he looked up at Ryan through the blonde fringe of his long blonde hair, before chuckling. "That's-... I don't even-" He swallowed and moved over to close the distance, giving Ryan a kiss, this time on the lips, hands on his hips. It didn't last too long before he broke away, stepping back. "You're-... shit-.. painfully sweet. I don't even know what to do with you."

Ryan nodded, "Yeah, I think she wants to make them with me- although I wouldn't be surprised if she just wants to do it for the recipe, in which case I could just give it to her and we could make them." He told him with a smile. He never really knew what to think about Rory, but he was sure she wouldn't mind because he wasn't sure if they were ever going to reschedule their cupcake making day. Ryan's eyes stayed on Sam's face, watching his reaction and glad that he seemed to like that he actually did it and made the spiral. He was surprised when Sam kissed him but was far from complaining and kissed him back- sad that is was so short when he pulled away. "Well I told you that I would make it so.. I thought I'd surprise you and have it for today." Ryan said, and then his smile turned into a smirk, "I could think of a few things you could do with me- but work first." He said, mostly just reminding himself before sitting down on his bed and patting the spot beside him.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, smiling. "I wouldn't want to deprive her of the joy of baking with you- not that I know it is, you might be a complete Nazi in the kitchen," He teased him. "Or, you know.. start food fights... actually, that one does kind of sound fun. That might happen if you get me around flour, I'm just going to warn you ahead of time, in case you ever find yourself in that situation with me. But don't worry, I'd promise to help you clean up afterward. And offter to wash you in a shower." He chuckled, playfully waggling his eyebrows at Ryan, before he'd seen the notebook and had had to kiss him in a sort of thanks for it. "Yeah, you told me but... telling me and doing it- well, they're different to me. People can say a lot of things.." He shrugged and then laughed at Ryan's comment, seating himself on the bed next to him, turned toward him so his leg was sort of curled and half on the bed. "Work first..."

Ryan flipped open the front cover to the spiral, passing the already filled first page and opening to a clean one, "Oh and by the way, now we definitely have to make something together." Ryan said, going back to what Sam said before kissing him, "It sounds like way too much fun to pass up on." He told him, "I promise I'm not a cooking Nazi, I don't really like to be too serious about anything. I try to make things fun." Ryan reassured him with a grin. "But anyways, on to you." He said writing the date on the top of the page, "So... Tell me about yourself- what's your family like, what's your favorite things, all that fun stuff."

Sam watched him flip open the notebook, murmuring, "So studious," with a soft grin before lifting his eyes back up to Ryan's face, licking his lips and smiling again, returning that little kiss before replying. "Well.. I have no problems with that. I'd like to make something with you. And so on from there.." He nodded, his eyes drifting over Ryan, not being too discrete about it, as he was picturing Ryan in the shower, water rolling down over those shoulders, and his wet, hot hands pulling Sam in toward him. He swallowed and shook his head, not needing to start getting distracted before they even started. "Good... even though I imagine you're pretty hot when you get bossy. If you get bossy." He shrugged and smirked at him before leaning on one of his wrists, peeking at what Ryan was writing just to see the date, before he looked back up at him. "All right.. well.. I have a younger set of siblings besides my two brothers here at Roselle... we.. uh... we were fairly comfortable lower-middle class until I was about 16, when my dad lost his job and we lived in- a motel for a little while before having to move states for my dad to get a job that would pay for us renting a house... I love my family, and even if we didn't have a lot of money or anything, we were always really close, my mom would-... sew designer labels into our clothes so we wouldn't feel too ashamed of ourselves at school or whatever... uhm... favorite things? That's pretty broad." He tsked at Ryan, raising his hand to move his hair out of his face and rub the back of his neck. "I like... music, of course... British comedies... most all sports, playing truth or dare, uhmm.. video games.. pizza, even though there's a lot of calories in pizza-.."

Ryan looked up at him with a smirk at his studios comment, winking at him before turning so that he was facing him and sitting crisscross on the bed. He didn't miss the way that Sam's eyes trailed over him, and had to swallow thickly and look down to keep himself from drifting into thought about them showering down after a flour fight in his kitchen. "Um, Yeah." Ryan said clearing his throat before smiling up at him, "We're definitely going to do that." He told him before chuckling, and shaking his head, "I can be bossy for sure.. Just not about cooking." Ryan told him as his eyes looked over him lingeringly, starting to imagine what it would be like to order Sam around during one of their hot sex filled nights. Catching him trying to look at his spiral, he chuckled, "Well someone's curious." He teased before Sam started talking about himself. Ryan couldn't help but be intrigued as he listened, having always found it interesting to learn about people since he was brought up so different than most. He wrote down just about everything Sam said in bullet point form before looking back up at Sam as he finished. "You know... I think it's amazing what your parents did. I mean sure you guys never lived in a mansion but, it sounds like they worked really hard to take care of you guys and make sure you were happy. Even if it wasn't easy- that's really special." Ryan told him, smile a little sad as he thought about how different their parents were. "And 'i like music'? That was pretty broad too." He told him chuckling, "What kind of music?" Looking over the list, he hummed "Oh, and you like truth or dare, huh? One on one or in a group?"

Sam nodded when Ryan said he could be bossy, his mouth going a little dry but he shoved the thoughts out of his head. Grinning when Ryan teased him, he mumbled, "I'll be good," before setting his hands on his own thighs and talking. Chewing on his lip as he waited for Ryan to catch up and comment, he quirked up one side of his mouth and nodded softly. "Yeah, I know.. I mean... I definitely felt how much my parents tried to take care of us all and make sure we were happy.. my mom stayed home with us through most of it. It all meant a lot to me, so I ended up getting a job, too, to help, get my siblings things, too." He shrugged and bit down on his lip when he noticed that little smile on Ryan's face, something striking him as it not being wholly happy and it gave him a pang, feeling bad if Ryan hadn't felt as loved by his parents. Letting out a soft chuckle, he shook his head. "So's my music taste? I dunno, I like most everything. Like I can sing the full first verse of Give It 2 U, but I also love the Civil Wars who are more folky and then there's just- I dunno, it's a bit too hard to narrow it down." He rolled his shoulders, hearing a few soft clicks of his spine before he settled comfortably back into a slouch. "Both." He wet his lips, then buried his hand into his pocket to pull out a flavored chapstick before applying it and stuffing it back into his pocket. "I take it where I can get it," He joked.

Ryan shrugged, "I mean that's what family really should be like.. Taking care of each other. It doesn't matter how much money you have." His eyes dropped down to the notebook, "That's really cool, that she was there for you guys during it all." Ryan couldn't help but compare their lives. Yeah, his family had a lot of money and he and his siblings got everything they wanted, but his parents were never home and he barely talked to them. Shaking his head, he pushed his thoughts of his somewhat broken family away, not wanting to think about it and looked back up at Sam, his smile back in place. "I'd love to hear you sing Give It 2 U.." Ryan said, smirking, "That's one of my favorite songs right now. But I get you, It's good to like a variety of things. I'll have to check out the Civil Wars- I like folky things, like Of Monsters And Men and such." He said as he wrote down all the new things he was learning about him. He looked up, getting distracted as he watched Sam apply his chapstick before chuckling "Takes it where he can get it." Ryan teased, writing it down.

Sam tried not to frown, worried he was upsetting Ryan with this, wanting to slide his arm around Ryan's shoulder and rub them but he thought it might annoy Ryan to be comforted for something like that, so he just managed a smile and nodded, and was glad when Ryan seemed to shrug it off and looked back up smiling. "Sure, any time. I think I do it a bit cheesily, but maybe if I sang it to you I could manage to make it more sexy, since I'd probably mean it more," He smirked and gently nudged Ryan when he wasn't writing, before nodding. "I love The Civil Wars, there's very few songs of theirs I ever want to skip. You should listen to.. uhm.. To Whom It May Concern and C'est la Mort, those are my favorites. But I love a lot of theirs." He tilted his head and noticed Ryan watching him apply the chapstick, getting a small smile as he put it away. Laughing at the tease, he joked back, "Well, that too," before shaking his head. "No, no, I know how to be picky...so when I find someone I really like having sex with, I keep coming back... which you're going to be finding out, by the way, first hand..."

Ryan was never one to talk about his family or things that bothered him in general, mostly because he didn't like to think about it- but also because he didn't want to bother people with his issues. So he just smiled, acting as if nothing was wrong, as he always did. "Well I doubt you'd have to try very hard to be sexy to be honest." Ryan told him with a smirk, "I actually have the song, so if you want to sing it when we're done with the work part... Which we pretty much are." He suggested already guessing that the song would be a great segue to non-work related things. "Alright, I'll definitely check them out later. I'm always looking for more music to add to my phone." He chuckled as Sam joked back but smiled as he went on. "Well I'm glad because it would be hardly fair if I became a Sam-addict and you didn't get a little addicted yourself."

Sam raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled. "You're pretty much good for this round and just wanna get straight into the part where I sing a sexy song at you?" He laughed, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick. "Hmmm... have the song? Like, so I can sing along to the tune? That would probably make it better, instead of me remembering how the pace goes." He nodded, leaning on his wrist again and sliding his other hand onto Ryan's thigh. "Well, all right... we can move onto that and other things now.. if you want... if you wanna put the notebook away." He chuckled. "Good, I hope you'll like them. If I tried to name all the songs of theirs you should listen to, it'd probably be an album full." He pursed his lips, obviously trying not to smile as the return of 'Sam-addict' made his stomach do a flip. "No, well... I don't think you have to worry about that in the least."

Ryan chuckled, "That was suppose to be a lot more smooth, and less obvious- but yeah basically. As much as I love learning about you- and I really do.. I have to say I'm looking forward to the sexy part that comes afterwards." He told him, honestly- eyes flickering down to watch the way that Sam licked his lips. "Yeah, I figured it would be easier for you- and then that was you have the music in the background too, you know if you decide you want to start stripping or something." He told him with a smirk, only half joking. Feeling Sam's hand on his thigh, he bit his lip as his mind flashed back to the last time they'd hung out, and he had to shake his head and chuckle to clear his mind. "I'm sure I'll like then, I'm pretty openminded. So then I'll just buy the whole albums- then that way if I like them I'll already have it all." His smile widened and he leaned forward, his lips brushing Sam's "Good." He said before placing a lingering kiss on his lips before getting up to go grab his phone.

Sam slowly grinned and shook his head. "I'm looking forward to it too, trust me..." He nodded, feeling good in general, because he felt like most of the time he let sex distract from anyone getting to know him properly, but here they both were, being good and doing the whole getting to know each other part first.. well.. first this time. Laughing, he quirked a brow, admiring Ryan's smirk. "That was on my mind, actually. Trust me." He slowly grinned, knowing Ryan had no idea about his history and practice stripping, so he was intending on making it good. And what was a little Robin Thicke while stripping? Seemed appropriate. "I like the thought of that... you.. liking them and.... having their album on your phone. I hope it works out between the two of you," He laughed again, before watching Ryan lean in, his stomach doing another flip like it was practicing for Olympic gymnastics. He drew in a breath and closed his eyes at the feel of Ryan's lips brushing his before the pressure there and it was a full on kiss. He returned it, raising his hand up to cup Ryan's jaw before letting him go as he went to get his phone, shifting a little, jittery at the prospect, trying to calm down so he wouldn't mess any of it up.

Ryan was glad that he wasn't the only looking forward to the 'after work' part. He was glad that it was so easy to hang out Sam, because usually he just kind of hooked up with people and didn't bother the getting to know you part because, it didn't really seem like it was all that important. So now that he was learning more about Sam, and actually enjoying it he was glad that Miss Alexander had assigned the assignment. His eyebrows raised as he imagined Sam not only singing and dancing- but stripping to Give It 2 U, one of his favorite songs, and the image came clear in his mind. "I- uh.. I'm Glad that we're on the same page then." Ryan said after clearing his throat. He laughed, "Thank you. I'm sure we'll hit it off just fine." He joked back. Ryan smiled as he walked to get his phone off the counter. Coming back, he turned on the ihome beside his bed and hooked his phone up, scrolling through his music till he found the song. "Just let me know when you're ready." He told Sam with a smile, suddenly getting excited.

Sam felt comfortable here, liking to get to know Ryan, even though this time it was mostly only through things he had to say in comparison and contrast to whatever information Sam was giving him, it was still learning about him, and he found he liked everything he was learning, and he liked that they had a mutual current favorite song, and that Ryan wanted him to sing it. He chuckled at his stumbling over his words and clearing his throat. "I'll try to make it good," He smirked at him and rolled his neck and shoulders while Ryan set up his ihome and hooked everything up. God, did he want to start out sitting or standing? Obviously he'd need to be standing eventually. "Just try not to laugh at me too much, yeah? Okay, go on, hit it." He grinned, waiting for Ryan to put it on and leaning over to him, softly doing the first 'yeah, yeah, baby, baby' bit with his lips grazing Ryan's jaw before he smoothly pushed himself to his feet.

Ryan rolled his eyes smiling, "Sam, I don't think you realize the effect on me.." He told him, "You could dance around in a paper bag and I'm sure you'd still find a way to make it hot. So I'm sure it will be good." Ryan assured him, before making sure it was plugged in correctly and the sound was at a good level before sitting back on the bed beside Sam. He opened his mouth to tell him how unlikely it would be to laugh at him but just shook his head and smiled, "I won't. Promise." Leaning over, he pressed play and turned back to him. The song its self was already what Ryan liked to think of as a 'sex song', just because of the beat and the base in the background, so he was looking forward to this. He wasn't expecting Sam to lean in, and a shiver ran through his as he felt Sam's lips against his jaw.

Sam swallowed before her started to grin, getting the urge to lightly hit Ryan in the arm for the obnoxiously fluttery things he was doing to his stomach with his words. "You're... doing that painfully sweet thing again," He murmured, unable to wipe the smile off his face. He shook his head and waited for Ryan to get it set up before he had brushed his lips over his and stood up. He decided about midway through his beginning, of "Girl, give it to me, girl you know what it do, girl give it to me, I got something brand new, girl give it to me, I put it all on you, girl give it to me," that he wanted Ryan standing up, at least for now, so he grasped Ryan's hands and pulled him up to his feet. That way, so when he sang, "I got a gift for ya, I got this for ya," he could slide around Ryan's body, pushing his hands up a little ways into his sweater to grasp his waist. "A little Thicke for ya, a big kiss for ya," His lips grazed Ryan's cheek again briefly, "I got a hit for ya, a big dick for ya, let me give it to ya," he pushed his crotch in against Ryan's hip and ass before spinning around him, moving to the other side. "Baby, baby." He grinned, obviously enjoying himself.

Ryan chuckled and shrugged, "I'd apologize but the look you get on your face when I do it is way too cute." He told him with a grin. Quite honestly, this side only had been coming out recently whenever he was with Sam, and it was like he couldn't help himself. Sam had his full attention as he stood there singing, and he couldn't help but grin as he watched him. Since the music wasn't too loud, he could hear Sam singing along and couldn't help but notice that he had a good voice. His grin widened as he as pulled to his feet, and Sam started dancing around him. Another shiver ran through him as Sam's hands ran over his body, lips parting in a silent moan. Ryan smiled, as he felt Sam's lips against his cheek and then he felt his hips meet his ass, and his already hardening cock twitched against his jeans. Being turned around, he shook his head, smiling at how much fun Sam was having with this.

Sam had his turn to roll his eyes and smile, altogether pleased by Ryan's comment but not about to tell him so. Instead he had more pressing things to do, like dancing around Ryan and singing at him, being animated with the lyrics. He was trying not to grin too much because it would mess with his singing, sliding his hands over Ryan's hips. "I got a call for ya, I got a whip for ya," He smacked Ryan's hip lightly, "Black car for ya, ball hard for ya. I know you wanna get fancy, I know you wanna start dancin'. Hey... girl. You know you're lookin so damn fly, you're lookin like you fell from the sky, you know you make a grown man cry, I wanna give it to you, tonight," As soon as the buzzing beat came back, he'd moved to face Ryan's front, sliding his hands over his waist as he started to roll his hips into Ryan's as he danced up on him. "And make everything you fantasize- come true, ooh baby, I'll make you so so so amazing, I'll give it to you. Girl, give it to me, girl, give it to me." He grinned, spending the next verse and chorus dancing around him again, touching him subtly here and there when he wasn't making relevant gestures, like pointing to his eyes and then Ryan, or putting Ryan's hand on his own covered crotch when he sang 'Get off to you,'" By the time Kendrick Lamar's part came around, he pushed Ryan to be seated and decided not to sing along to this part, instead doing slow body rolls as he started to draw his shirt up, teasing with it before he pulled it up the rest of the way off and over his head, tossing it away before he worked on his jeans as he rocked and rolled his hips in circular motions or side to side. He peeled off his jeans to reveal the snug boxer briefs hugging his obviously defined and somewhat hard cock hugging to the left side. He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants the rest of the way before he straddled over Ryan's lap and started to give him a lap dance, hips rocking over Ryan's, grinding in a figure eight. "Stripper rules- hands to yourself," He murmured, teasing him as his own hands were all over Ryan's torso, pressing against his body through his sweater as he lifted his hips off of him just to push them back down onto his lap and grind, his breath hitching.

Ryan was enjoying seeing this playful side to Sam. Obviously he could be sexy, but it he couldn't stop smiling as he watched the blonde dance around him and run his hands along his hips. His eyebrows raised, smirk growing as he felt the the smack on his side. Ryan's lips parted in surprise and he swallowed thickly as Sam started rolling his hips against his. Not wanting to get in the way, he managed to keep his hands to himself although he wanted to reach out and pull Sam to him. Despite his promise, he laughed as Sam danced around him, teasing him and being silly until he put Ryan's hand on his crotch- causing to roll his eyes and smirk again. He watched Sam after being pushed down on the bed and was once again captivated by Sam as the blonde started to teasingly remove his clothes, slowly revealing his toned abdomen. Ryan's eyes were mostly drawn to Sam's hips as he moved them seemingly expertly. Of course after their night together, Ryan knew that Sam could move his hips but, this was different although equally hot. His mouth went dry as the tight boxer briefs were revealed, and had instinctively pun his hands on Sam's waist when he straddled him, only to be told teasingly to keep his hands to himself. As Sam continued to grind on him though, his now fully hard cock was straining painfully against his jeans. Figuring Sam hadn't said anything about keeping his mouth to himself, he leaned forward to sprawl a few hot open mouth kisses to Sam's chest and trailing them up his neck and across his jaw.

Sam couldn't get enough of the way Ryan was looking at him, as his gaze kept going from amused to then looking enthralled, all of it equally intoxicating Sam, likng to so fully have his attention, since it felt like there was nothing else i the world for Ryan to be looking at, and likewise Sam was looking right back at him. Once on Ryan's lap, he was lifting and dropping his hips over him with ease, grinding and dancing on him as he ran his hands over Ryan's body, mussing up his sweater a little and then his hair as he raked his hands through it. He sucked in a breath, caught off guard by Ryan leaning in to kiss on his chest and neck, enjoying how it felt too much to want to complain, except for a soft groan of, "That's cheating," as his body flushed and heated up, more purposefully rubbing his ass over the obvious strain in Ryan's jeans. When the chorus came back, he found it hard to concentrate at first, jumping back in, almost breathlessly singing which sort of matched the tone of the chorus. He reluctantly pulled away from the kisses and lifted himself off of Ryan just to switch and sit down on his lap facing away from him, settling his hands on Ryan's thighs to brace himself as he leaned forward and rolled his toned ass over his lap, letting him see it as he rubbed and danced over him him. He bit his lip at how his cock throbbed from how much of a tease this was to himself at this point, pushing himself back up and turning his head as he leaned back toward Ryan, panting quietly as the song ended, and he pressed his back in against Ryan's chest and mouthed at his jaw, mumbling, "How was that?"

Ryan thought it was entirely unfair that he wasn't 'allowed' to touch Sam because he was doing plenty of touching of his own. It was like everything melted away and all he could do was feel . Feel the way that Sam was grinding on him, the way his hands were all over him- running over his body, through his hair- it was like he was on overload. The only thing on his mind was Sam and the effect he was having on him. His eyes kept switching from watching the expert way that Sam's hips were moving over and on him, and up to Sam's eyes, loving the way that he has watching him. Every once in awhile, their hips would meet in just the right way and his lips would part in a soundless moan, causing him to swear under his breath. He chuckled at his weak protest before a gasp escaped his lips as Sam started grinding his ass purposefully against him, "Tease." He hissed, breathlessly. His hands went to his bed comforter and hie gripped it tightly to keep himself from reaching out to Sam. Ryan had gone back to kissing Sam's neck, nipping at it playfully as he listened to him sing. When he pulled away, Ryan thought that he was going to for sure end the teasing and just give into him but instead Sam turned away and started rolling his ass over him again. If Ryan thought that the grinding was teasing before, he didn't know what to call this. Torture maybe as he watched the way that Sam's hips were rolling over his aching cock. "Fuck.." He groaned leaning forward to press a few light kisses up Sam's spine before sitting back up and bitting his lip roughly. "God, Sam..." Was all he could say in answer, before his hands went to Sam's waist ands he pulled him down roughly against his bulge and moaning before kissing him. "It was really fucking hot." He told him, lips brushing his as he did so before looking up at him.

Sam groaned out as Ryan's hands were finally on him and pulling him down roughly against his lap. He hadn't realized how much he had wanted Ryan touching him until he was, and Sam was kissing him over his shoulder, lazily rubbing his ass back on him with a hum. He slid his hand onto the back of Ryan's neck, cupping it as he kissed him before smiling at his words and against his lips. He nudged his nose against Ryan's, opening his eyes half way to look at him before he lifted his hips, trying to get back off him. "Your clothes- there's way too many of them," He reached down to grasp Ryan's sweater hem, wanting it off him, pulling it up to reveal his gorgeous torso underneath, his eyes drinking him in. "I really.. want you," he swallowed hard, feeling his restrained cock throb with agreement as he pulled Ryan's sweater off over his head and tossed it away, staring down at him.

Ryan 's thumbs rubbed lazy circles into Sam's hips where he held him, glad to be able to touch him. He smiled as Sam's nose nudged his, reluctant to let him up but letting go with a chuckle at Sam's words, nodding in agreement. Ryan kept his eyes on Sam's as the blonde's hands went to his sweater, loving the way that he was looking at him. "Then what are we waiting for?" He asked, unbuttoning his jeans with a smirk. Once he stood, pushing them the strain against his cock was lessened, now that it was restricted by only his pair of fitted boxer briefs that sat low on his hips. His hand reached out to grab Sam's waistband before he used it to pull him closer, kissing him eagerly- hoping to show him that he wanted him just as badly.

Sam sucked in a breath and watched Ryan stand up and remove his jeans, leaving him in just the boxers. His mouth went dry, suddenly wanting to put his mouth everywhere on Ryan's body all at once and he almost felt frustrated that he couldn't. He grinned a little all the same when Ryan pulled him closer by his boxer briefs, stepping in and kissing him just as eagerly, hungrily, running his hands over his sides and curling his fingers to scrape his nails against Ryan's skin before his hand met with the top of Ryan's boxers and he pushed his hand in slowly, to wrap around his hard cock and give it a few dry strokes, dragging his hand up to slowly rub the tip into his palm as he kissed him, pressing his chest into Ryan's, to otherwise crush their bodies together with a low moan.

Ryan was suddenly more aware of how much he wanted Sam as their lips met, and his hand found it's way to his hair as he pressed them closer together. He smiled into the kiss as Sam's nails ran down his skin before finding his way to his waistband. His free hand had just snaked around to Sam's ass when the blonde's hand found his cock, causing him to groan into the kiss as he his hand dragged up his cock. Gasping, he broke the kiss, sliding his hand into the back of Sam's boxers, "Shit.." He breathed, head resting on the crook of his neck as Sam palmed the tip of his cock. Ryan turned his head to nip at his neck before starting to suck on it as he squeezed Sam's ass, planning on leaving his mark.

Sam enjoyed Ryan's reaction, his gasp and the way he rested his head against his neck, making Sam more eagerly stroke him, but at the same tease him because he didn't want him to get off this way, just to only need him more. He shivered and groaned softly at Ryan sucking on his neck and squeezing his ass, Sam moving his hand out of his boxers and arched his hips forward to rub their clothed erections together, sliding his hands onto Ryan's back. "H-how do you want me, Ryan..? You can have me any way you want... any at all," He swallowed, not sure that wholly expanded upon his range and flexibility on who did what, what he knew he wanted to satisfy Ryan, for some reason wanted him to find that he could have anything he wanted with Sam, not need anything or anyone else, which he knew was greedy, but he couldn't find it in him to care.

Ryan couldn't help but hope to leave a mark that lasted. He wasn't totally oblivious and, knew that probably wasn't the only person who got the luxury of having sex with Sam- kind of like he's slept with other people since getting here, but he wanted to leave a mark that could remind Sam of him whenever he saw it on himself. At first he was sad that Sam's hand was gone so quickly but then their hips were being pressed closer together and his sensitive cock was rubbing against Sam's. He couldn't stop the soft moan that passed his lips at Sam's words, loving how willing he was to do anything for him, it was such a turn on- and several things ran through his head, wanting to do an endless list of things with and to Sam. "Fuck- first I'm going to stretch you out properly this time, and then I'll decide what to do with you." He told him, leaning forward to kiss him again, his lips only lingering for a moment before he pulled back. "On the bed." He ordered before pulling away from him completely and turning to get the bottle of lube from his drawer.

Sam hissed at the pressure of Ryan's sucking on his neck, realizing belatedly he was marking him and he liked it, liked Ryan leaving something behind for him to remind him, as if he needed it. He rocked his hips against Ryan's with a little moan, wanting more than this but taking all he could for now, while he was waiting for his words to take hold and get a reply. His eyes lifted to Ryan's face and he shuddered a little from the thought of Ryan stretching him open, wetting his lips. He kissed back, his head following Ryan's for a moment after he broke away, chasing the kiss before he heard the order and he swallowed thickly, practically whining from how that sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He crawled up onto the bed, not sure whether to be on his back or stomach but he rolled onto his back for now. "Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?" He asked as he snapped the waistband of his boxer briefs to signal he meant taking them off, staring at Ryan with lust in his eyes.

Ryan never failed to be surprised at how easily Sam turned him on, even just hearing his little sounds of pleasure he made had a shiver running through him, and left him wanting him more- wanting to make him moan again and again. As he he held the bottle in his hand, he looked down at Sam and almost moaned at the sight of his flawless body laying there, his eyes clearly filled with lust as he watched him- mirroring Ryan's own. He got on the bed beside him, dropping the bottle on the bed before grabbing his legs and turning him towards him. He placed a light kiss on Sam's lower abdomen, looking up at him before moving to mouth his cock through his boxers, exhaling his hot breath on the somewhat thin fabric. Finally he moved to take Sam's waistband between his teeth and slowly drag his boxers down, off him. Stopping halfway to finish pulling them off with his hands.

Sam swallowed thickly as Ryan got on the bed and lightly manhandled him, making him moan softly before he muffled it by biting his lower lip. Ryan did not need to know just how much he loved manhandling, he already did enough right, it'd be too unfair if he knew that, too. He squirmed under him, staring down at him while Ryan kissed his abdomen while looking up at him. He sucked in a shaky breath, his abdomen tensing a little as his cock throbbed painfully and he moaned out unashamedly and a little loudly when Ryan mouthed him through the material, since it was incredibly hot. "J-Jesus, Ryan!" His hands flew down to his hair, raking through it again as he watched him take down his boxer briefs with his teeth, panting softly and lifting his hips to make it easier for him. "I-if it was possible... to just... fucking... combust from how u-unfairly hot you are, I'd be doing it," He breathlessly laughed, feeling his cock finally spring free from it's restraint, practically smacking against his own stomach as it did. "You make me want you so much."

Ryan smirked as he heard Sam moan, making a mental note to manhandle him more often if that was the reaction he was going to get. Hearing him shout out, Ryan had stopped to smirk up at him before continuing to start on his waistband. He groaned lightly as Sam's hands went to his hair. It was something that Sam did often, and he loved it- he'd purposely put a different kind of hair product in earlier that day, with the thought of Sam's hands running through his hair so that it would be easier for him to get his hands through it. He chuckled at his comment, watching with lust filled eyes as Sam's cock sprung up, "Now you know how I felt when you were doing your little dance, and teasing the hell out of me." He told him before leaning forward to lick one long strip on the underside of Sam's cock, from the bottom to the tip before leaning over Sam to grab a pillow.

Sam kind of noticed, in the back of his mind, that Ryan's hair was easier to run his hands through, it felt softer and more pliable, like he could just grip it and tug it without messing it up too much, though he did enjoy the sex hair he always gave him afterward. He figured it was just a shower, and his mind was back to that place, before Ryan's current actions drew him back to the here and now, making him pant and moan as he felt Ryan's tongue on his cock. "S-some... fucking good.. payback," He shivered and his eyes half glazed over before flicking to the pillow and back to Ryan, his lips parted, wondering if he was going to do what it looked like he was going to do, and the muscles in his ass clenched and relaxed in reaction to the thought, swallowing thickly as he watched him, mesmerized.

Ryan shaking his head, he thought back to how hard it had been to not touch Sam throughout his whole performance that he put on for him, "I'm not sure that I've quite fully paid you back yet." Ryan told him before grabbing Sam's hip roughly and lifting it, as a signal to lift his other one as well, to put the pillow beneath it. Picking up the bottle of lube, he flipped open the cap before holding out two fingers and squirting some of it onto them, getting distracted as he thought back to the last time he had briefly stretched Sam. They had both been far more desperate at the time to bother with doing it properly so he licked his lips, looking up at Sam as he thought about what it would be like this time around. "Spread your legs." He ordered, moving closer.

Sam 's eyebrow quirked up when Ryan said that, now a little intimidated and also turned on that Ryan would pull a fast one on him and make him pay for it in some way. It excited him even if he was nervous about all the ways Ryan could do it. He groaned as Ryan roughly grabbed his hips, lifting his up quickly and dutifully before resting them back on the pillow, enjoying the sight of Ryan down between his legs. He chewed on his lower lips and decided to be a tease about his order, spreading his legs slowly, like he had all the time in the world to do it as his eyes were locked on Ryan's face a smile starting to stretch across his face. "Like thiis?" He tilted his head, looking up at him, not-so-secretly hoping to goad him.

Ryan wasn't surprised after how much of a tease Sam was earlier, that he didn't follow his order the way he was expected to. Keeping an unamused face with some difficulty, he shook his head. "I told you I could be bossy sometimes," Ryan started, using his non-lubed hand to push his leg open. "I wasn't joking, Sam." He told him smirking, his eyes meeting Sam's perfect emerald ones. Sitting back on his knees, one of his fingers lingered at Sam's entrance, brushing it lightly, "I don't know if you even deserve this after how much of a tease you've been tonight.... I mean maybe I should tease you." He told Sam moving his hand away- "Maybe I should just take care of myself, and leave you to do the same." He said, taunting him

Sam 's lips parted, since being teased back was always a cruel and terrible thing. He wasn't allowed to make demands of people- well, he could damn well try, and often did, but they usually smacked him down, figuratively, because he was the submissive. He bit his lower lip and squirmed when Ryan's finger teased him and then moved away. "No!" He gasped, widening his eyes and looking up at him with a pleading expression. "Please.. don't do that..? I can be good?" He moved his leg to brush against Ryan's slowly, in what he hoped was a tantalizing way. "Please? Let me be good for you.. I want it, and you, so much, I can hardly stand it... please, Ryan.." He licked his lips, wanting to reach out for him and drag him down to him but fearing that'd be pushing it and he'd be rejected, so he had to hope he was just too hard to deny.

Ryan had figured that he might as well try something new out with Sam, and bring out his bossy side- not quite sure how he would react. So once Sam started begging, and pleading for him, Ryan decided that this was something that he would have to do more often because he loved seeing Sam like this, and feeling so wanted because he wanted Sam just as badly, if not more. He grabbed his leg, holding his gaze for a moment before saying, "Fine." And running his hand lightly up his leg and continuing past his thigh, "But you have to be good.. Or I'll stop." Ryan told him firmly, waiting for his reply before moving back between his legs, and not hesitating before pushing his finger in slowly, past the tight ring of muscle until it was in all the way, moaning softly himself as his cock twitched at his tightness.

Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in when he realized he hadn't ruined it and Ryan would still have him. He shivered at the feel of his hand brushing over his thigh and up. Nodding to his words, he stared into his eyes. "I will be.. I will be, I'd do anything-" He cut himself off before he could embarrass himself by how much he liked Ryan touching him looking at him, and in general. He sucked in a breath as he felt his finger push into him, keeping himself relaxed so it wouldn't hurt, his eyelids fluttering shut for a moment as he groaned back out the breath, slowly opening his eyes to look at him. "Unnnghhh.. He shifted his legs a little more, further apart, and planted his feet on the mattress. "T-thank you," He half smiled. "M-making me feel good..."

Ryan bit his lip at Sam's words, embarrassed by how much he liked hearing him say that. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on Sam's face as the blonde's eyes fell closed, watching every change in his expression as Ryan continued pushing his finger slowly into him. Ryan waited a little bit, wanting to give him time to adjust before he started any kind of movement. He smiled softly, eyes softening as he leaned down to kiss the inside of Sam's thigh beside him, "I always want to make you feel good." He told him as he pulled away, meeting his eyes again, figuring he didn't have to tell Sam that he meant that in more than one way. Clearing his throat he started moving his finger slowly, in and out of him, "As long as you're good that it is." He added with a smirk before leaning forward to put a hand beside Sam's head to support himself before he leaned down to kiss him tenderly, slowly adding a second finger after another few moments.

Sam made a soft noise, unable to remember the last time someone had made him this turned on and that fluttery at the same time. Had he forgotten it was possible? If someone told him it was possible he might not have believed them, but there the butterflies were, raging away in his stomach from that simple sentences, and his body aching for more and throbbing all at once. He moaned out his name, digging his heels into the mattress as Ryan started move his finger in and out of him, being surprisingly slow and delicate about it, considering their first, desperate time. He let out a short laugh that ended up as a moan from Ryan's addition to the sweetness, shaking his head and opening his eyes in time to see Ryan leaning down over him. His eyes slipped back shut and he was kissing him back, letting him set the tone. It's tenderness had his chest aching in a way so very different from the muscles around Ryan's finger, his own fingers twitching to be on Ryan, but he decided to ask, in the spirit of being good, "May I touch you?" breathing the words almost inaudibly into the kiss as his lips grazed over Ryan's, sucking on his lip.

Ryan couldn't help but think how different things were this time around. It was so odd to him how he could want Sam just as badly as but also be having other feelings for him as well. Kitty always told him that feeling were overrated so for the most part, he never let himself feel like this about anyone- but now as he kissed him, he couldn't help but soften, kissing him in a mix of passion and unexplainable tenderness that he hoped would preserve what he was feeling in this moment. All the while, he continued, pumping his fingers in and out of Sam, making sure to scissor his fingers so he was really stretching him out. He moaned softly as Sam sucked on his lip before nodding, "Yes. Please do.."

Sam almost didn't know how to handle what Ryan's kiss was doing to him. He could do rough, mindless sex like Lance Armstrong could ride a bicycle, but on their second meeting, Ryan was kissing him in a way he couldn't remember the last time he was kissed, with passion and something else, something he didn't dare put a name on because he knew it would hurt much more if he was wrong. But it felt so good, and he wanted it all so much that he would take it, and worry about the consequences of what Ryan was making him feel later. He shuddered under him as he scissored him, staying relaxed to make Ryan's job easier. As soon as he got permission, his hands were sliding onto Ryan's back, dragging his palms slowly over the contours as he kissed him again, letting his lips slowly massage against Ryan's, letting their noses nudge and brush together again as one of his hands moved all the way back up his back, into his favored spot of Ryan's short hair. He started to rock his hips slowly against Ryan's fingers to encourage more, breathing, "R-Ry," against his lips as he gripped onto his back. "P-please.. m'ready... n-need you inside of me."

Ryan was surprised that something as simple as a kiss could effect him in such a way. Not only was he kissing him in a way that he'd never kissed anyone before, Sam was kissing him back, with seemingly the same intensity- so he started to wonder if he was feeling the same way. He was getting breathless just kissing him as his stomach did a couple flips and he stopped trying to figure out what it all meant and just enjoyed it. He felt so close to Sam, not only was he making him feel good on a physical level but Ryan was happy about this new feeling and wanted to make the most of this. A few quiet moans fell from his lips as Sam's hands ran over him and found his hair once again. He found himself groaning agains as Sam started rocking back against his fingers and he broke the kiss as he spoke against his lips. "God.. I need you too." He said, desperation clear in his voice. "Hold on." Ryan told him softly, kissing his cheek lightly as he slowly slid his fingers out of him. Getting off the bed, he grabbed a condom out of the drawer before slipping his boxer briefs and returning to the bed.

Sam dragged his other hand back down Ryan's back, scratching his lower back slowly as he rocked his hips against Ryan's fingers, gasping against his lips and pawing at his hair when he said it back to him. He knew he meant it sexually, but the words were so intoxicating that he wanted to pull him back in and kiss him more desperately than that tone in Ryan's voice. He shuddered as he felt the loss of his fingers, dropping limply back on the bed, trying to catch his breath but his heart was up in his throat, making it harder. He felt his pulse throbbing in his neck and he smiled belatedly at the kiss on his cheek. He'd thought the things Ryan said were painfully sweet, but now the brunette had decided that wasn't enough, and moved into doing actions that made his heart feel like it was going to explode in his chest. He tried to take the time Ryan was off the bed and away from him to calm down, but as soon as Ryan was naked and back on the bed, he was reaching for him, grazing his hand on his bicep, up to his shoulder, lightly smoothing over his neck to cup and stroke his jaw. "Get back here," He grinned slightly, struck suddenly about how somehow they'd gone from strip teases and grinding to.. this.. whatever strange and magical thing this was.

Ryan smiled as got back on the bed and Sam reached out for him and watched the hand that ran along his body, looking up at him as he felt his hand on his jaw. It was funny how things had turned out and how things could be so sweet and playful but still sexy after how heated things had been earlier. Though Ryan was far from complaining. He wasn't sure what was going on between them but as he leaned back down with a grin to kiss Sam again, he decided that right now he didn't really care to figure it out. As their lips met, he couldn't help but feel the lust he so strongly felt for Sam mix with something else that he couldn't name, or didn't want to name as he cupped his face with his free hand and kissed him passionately, all of his array of emotions agreeing on one thing- he wanted Sam.. Just maybe in more than one way. Pulling away, his eyes met with Sam's before he smiled and pulled away even more as he tore open the condom before rolling it on.

Sam slowly smiled when Ryan looked at him after watching Sam's hand, while Sam had watched him do that. He wound his arms around Ryan's shoulders when he leaned back into him to kiss him loving the grin on Ryan's face as he leaned down. He kissed him eagerly, heatedly, worked up. His body was reminding him how all that teasing and fingering hadn't made him any less horny, even if they were mixing something else into the whole equation now that he couldn't name, but knew he liked, because it was making Ryan grin and kiss him like he was and Sam's own stomach to probably have won the gold medal for flips at this point. He squeezed Ryan's shoulder in his hand and loosened his hold on him when Ryan pulled back, opening his eyes and then seeing that smile. It instantly brought one to his face, not sure how he could ever see it and not be inspired to smile right back. His eyes dropped to watch him roll on the condom and he groaned softly, raising up his leg to graze against Ryan's before winding it around his hips. "Yes, yes, please," He practically purred, unable to deny how much he wanted him when he was right there, and now Sam could see no more excuses why he couldn't have him inside of him.

Ryan could probably spend just about all night kissing Sam like he had been. He only kissed him more urgently whenever he felt Sam's hands on him, or his arms around him- making him want to never stop, but then remembering the other things there still was to do with Sam. He still wanted him desperately and wanted to be able to be inside him again, so he reminded himself that to do that he had to break the kiss, long enough to get the condom and put it on. Ryan ran his hand along Sam's leg again as he felt it brush against his side, and couldn't seem to be able to take his eyes off him, only looking down for a moment to line his cock up with his entrance before leaning back over him- free hand holding him up beside Sam's head. "Fuck.. You're so hot like this..." He groaned as he felt Sam's legs around him. It was such a turn on and relief to see how much Sam wanted him, since he wanted him just as badly if not more. Eyes on Sam, he slowly pushed his cock inside him, moaning lowly as he did so at not just the intoxicating feeling of his tightness surrounding his cock but at finally being inside him. After all of the teasing, all of the heated tender kisses before, he finally had Sam. He pulled slowly almost all the way out, and then couldn't stop the words that slipped pass his lips as he rolled his hips and thrusted back into him, "You're Mine."

Sam stared up at him, his body shaking just faintly at being so intensely looked at when he felt this cock prodding against his entrance. It was enough to make it hard to breathe, how Ryan was looking at him and how slowly he was going with it, it made it something different, put it in an category hardly ever tapped into for Sam, making him feel much more than just physically naked before Ryan, like the brunette was staring not just into his eyes but right into his mind, his fucking soul. That almost felt confirmed from the words that came out of Ryan's lips as he thrust back in, making Sam tip his head back and groan out, "Y-yes!" Not sure if he was uttering it in reply to the thrust, his words, or perhaps both but he could hear a little voice in his head saying, 'This, I want this, please.' He let his heel dig faintly into Ryan's ass and he rolled his hips up to meet him, groaning in pleasure, his hands sliding down to Ryan's middle back to hold him there.

Ryan hadn't ever felt this connected to someone, let alone during sex. Hearing him say 'yes' taking it as a confirmation, he continued a few more slow thrusts as Sam's head tipped back, leaning down to kiss his now better exposed neck. His kisses started light as he trailed across Sam's neck, until he got to the other side where he started sucking on it again, wanting to leave one more mark. Usually there was little thought except for trying to make it as highly pleasurable for him and whoever he was hooking up with, but right now, with Sam- everything seemed to be overwhelm him as he rolled his hips slowly but deeply to meet the blonde's. This was something different, and he felt himself more turned on with this connection combined with how good it was feeling physically, as he set into a more steady pace and a few moans passed his lips.

Sam whimpered slightly despite himself when he felt Ryan's lips on his neck as he thrust into him like that, clearly taking his time with it, making both of them feel it more keenly. Sam clenched around Ryan's cock for a few seconds, to stroke every inch of it as he pulled out, curling his fingers in to scratch smoothly over Ryan's back, leaving him with the faintest marks. "Y-you.. feel so good," He whispered, knowing Ryan might be able to hear him since his head was right next to Sam's in his neck and his thrusts weren't quite rough or fast enough to shake the bed, even though he was still managing to fuck him deeply, which had Sam shuddering underneath him. "So good," he moaned a little louder, torn between how much he loved the intimacy of the pace and how much he wanted to buck his hips up for harder and more, manage to keep his hips rolling up to meet Ryan's, hugging his waist with his thighs, turning his head to kiss Ryan behind the hinge of his jaw, before he kissed and sucked on his neck, wanting to leave Ryan with a matching mark.

Ryan bit down on on Sam's neck lightly before moaning as he felt Sam clenching tightly around his cock, "F-fuck... Sam... M-my God... S'good." He groaned out, a shiver running through him as the sensation combined with the feeling of Sam's light nails on his back. Hearing Sam's comment, he kissed the freshly marked spot on his neck before resting his head on the nook of his neck. Ryan just nodded in response to him as he pressed down closer to him so that his toned abdomen would brush against Sam's cock as he thrusted into him, hoping to cause a little friction. Once felt Sam's lips at his neck, he moaned softly before smiling at the thought of having his mark on him. Ryan's hand went to Sam's hip as he bit his lip, he was enjoying this slow and intimate pace but the longer Sam's lips remained on his neck, the more he realized how much he needed him. So he lifted one of Sam's legs up and over his shoulder, figuring he hadn't minded getting manhandled earlier, and groaned at the new angle he was able to hit, and how much deeper he could go inside him. "S-Sam..." He moaned as he started rolling his hips a little faster.

Sam shivered, parting his lips to tell Ryan he could bite harder if he wanted, but then Ryan was groaning out words, and it made him hum, liking the stuttering way he'd gotten Ryan to moan from clenching around him. He hummed and decided to do it again to see if he could get him to groan again, sucking in a breath when he felt Ryan's abdomen graze against his cock. "Fuuuck," He almost whined out, rocking his hips again for more of that friction. His head buried in Ryan's neck and he sucked, perhaps a little harshly because he wanted to make sure he left a darkish mark. He wanted it there for days after, so if Ryan was with anyone else before he could be with him again, he wanted them to see someone marked him, he wanted Ryan to see it in the mirror and think about him and the slight pain that hopefully dissolved right into pleasure that he caused him. He broke away from Ryan's neck since it was a bit of a bend to try and do that when Ryan was moving his leg up. He groaned out as his leg over Ryan's shoulder gave him a new angle, new depth that had Sam dropping one hand to the bed to grip the covers tightly, moaning. "Oh my- G-God, nngh- th-that feels amazing." He panted and scraped his other hand a little harder up Ryan's back, to bury in his hair again and tug on it. "R-right there- fuuck!" He closed his eyes, Ryan's picking up the speed making his orgasm get so much closer, addicted to how this felt, right here.

Ryan buried his head more so against Sam's neck as he felt Sam clenching down again, "F-fuck... T-that f-feels... S-sooo g-good..." He moaned out. Sam was already tight enough, so feeling him clenching around him was enough to stir the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Hearing Sam groan, he kept his abdomen close to Sam's to assure that the friction would be consistent. When Ryan felt how roughly Sam was sucking, he groaned loudly because he also realized what he would be leaving behind and having a darkish purple mark on him like that for at least a couple days would be easy to see whenever he was in front of a mirror, or whenever he was with someone else. Although, he couldn't really see the need to sleep with anyone else when he had Sam- plus, he wasn't sure that he wanted anyone else. He continued to increase his speed as he moaned out at how good it felt, "Nnngh.." Was all he continued rolling his hips to thrust deeply inside him. Loving the way that Sam's nails were raking over his skin. "G-getting close... God... Y-you're amazing."

Sam scraped his teeth over the mark he left before laving his tongue over it to soothe it before the new position and angle just had his head spinning, loving Ryan's instinct about things and technique, groaning because he hadn't been fucked this good in long enough, it was intoxicating, as everything about Ryan was turning out to be. He clutched onto him, pushing his ass toward him with a moan when he heard the delicious sound it was starting to make, Ryan's hips slapping softly into his from the sweat of their bodies he hadn't noticed until now. "M-me too... y-you're.. s-so fucking good at this," He moaned out, releasing his grip on the covers to push his hand between their bodies, his knuckles brushing against Ryan's abdomen as he wrapped his hand around his own cock to give it more attention, gasping because he could feel how close he was now that he was touching himself properly. "Unngh! I'm going to- c-come, p-please.. te-tell me I can, I w-want to hear you say it," He cupped the back of Ryan's neck and lifted his own head a little so he could rub his lips softly against Ryan's as he stroked himself, his body starting to tense.

Ryan moaned softly at the feeling of Sam's teeth against the newly sensitive spot on his neck. It was like every little thing Sam did felt ten times better than when others did it, and he didn't know if it was just because Sam knew exactly how to drive him crazy, or just because it was Sam- although it was highly possible that it could be a combination of both. He moaned again at Sam's comment, glad he wasn't the only one that thought this was amazing. When he felt Sam's hand brushing his abdomen, he looked down and groaned at the sight of him touching himself. That in itself was enough to push him a good ways closer to his orgasm. As he was pulled closer to Sam, he started rolling his hips faster, as he became desperately close. "F-fuck.." He said against Sam's lips at his words. "Come for me, Sam." He said raggedly in his ear before kissing him as he felt himself being pushed over the edge.

Sam parted his lips and closed his eyes tightly in a silent cry when Ryan breathed those words in his ear, sounding so sexy with the way they rolled from his lips. He full body shuddered and clenched around Ryan as he stroked himself more urgently, muffling his actual cry into the kiss as he came hard when a particularly good thrust of Ryan's had his cock grazing against Sam's prostate with every inch he thrust into him. He squeezed onto his shoulder as his cum landed on his stomach and chest, dripping down over his hand some near the end as he started to relax around Ryan's cock, kissing him roughly when he wasn't panting from his orgasm. "Amazing," He murmured, sounding far away. "S'like you're inside my head."

Ryan came hard as soon as he felt Sam clenching around him, feeling it first in the pit of his stomach before his orgasm washed throughout him, his thrusts slowing as he continued kissing Sam. His moans were stifled in the kiss, feeling lightheaded as he kept kissing him. He broke the kissed as they both started coming down from their orgasms, resting his forehead on Sam's as he started to catch his breath. He nodded weakly, "Yeah.. I mean that was... Fantastic." Ryan said, staying there for a moment- spent, but content how he was. Finally he slowly pulled out of Sam with a barely audible moan and sat up. Chuckling lightly, he looked down at his chest to see Sam's cum along it. Looking back up at Sam, he smirked before swiping some of it up with his fingers before sucking them clean as Sam had last time. "I should probably go clean off.. I don't think I'm after-sex cuddle session ready." He told him, teasing lightly.

Sam shuddered pleasantly again and relaxed under Ryan, as much as he could with his leg still thrown over the brunette's shoulder. He hummed contentedly and kissed Ryan back happily, still a bit dizzy from it all, but he could do this, this was easy, kissing him, sucking on his lower lip. He drew in a breath when Ryan broke away and rested his forehead against his own. Half smiling at his words, he nodded a little as well before groaning as Ryan drew out of him, wanting to lock his leg around him and not let him go but instead both his legs just dropped down onto the bed and he sighed at the empty feeling Ryan left in his body. A cold settled over his chest, especially where he'd cum, when Ryan sat up, Sam slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows, looking at him when he swiped some of his cum off his chest and sucked on his fingers. He slowly started grinning, embarrassed and amused and finding it undeniably sexy. "You need to clean off? What do you call this?" He waved a hand over his chest and stomach, slick with cum, trying and failing at hiding a smile as he quirked a brow at Ryan.