Hello! Since it's National Kissing Day, I thought I'd share Sam and Ryan's first kiss. It might not be the most tender, but trust Sam to give Ryan what he needs.
“Have you been happy holding on to your control when you’re being dominated?”
Ryan shook his head again. He glanced down for a moment. “Actually, I’ve been miserable,” he said as he looked back up. Sam’s expression softened with sympathy as he came towards him.
“Baby, it’s time you stopped being miserable.” Sam cupped Ryan’s cheek, his thumb gently stroking his jaw. “Tonight, you’ll kneel at my feet and start learning what it feels like to truly submit.”
Ryan looked up at Sam with his eyes wide. “Okay,” he whispered. A flush crawled up his neck and he dropped his eyes to look at the buttons on Sam’s red and blue plaid shirt, unable to believe that soft whisper had come from him. He never talked like that. He-. His thoughts were cut off when Sam brushed that thumb over his lips.
“Stop thinking so hard. Come with me.”
Ryan set his glass down and followed Sam out of the kitchen. They went into the living room and Ryan looked around, expecting to see something set up for a scene. There was nothing. Just the same furniture and TV he’d seen the other time he’d been in the room. Sam was at his back, so he turned to look at him, confusion on his face.
“Looking for the toys?”
“I don’t need them.” Sam slid a hand into his hair, gripping it tight and tugging his head back. “You’ll kneel for me without me having to tell you to. And when you do, you’ll feel so much better. Trust me.”
His heart pounding, Ryan stared up at the man telling him that he would make things better for him. Maybe it was crazy, but he trusted him. So he was ready by the time Sam’s lips crashed onto his. The kiss was deep and rough, and Ryan knew without a doubt that this dominant man was in control. Their tongues slid together, and Sam bit his lip, and it was so hot and intense that Ryan’s breath raced, desperate to feel Sam’s hands on him. But Sam didn’t touch him anywhere except the tight grip he still had in his hair. It was driving Ryan crazy. He needed to feel Sam against him.
He arched forward, brushing their chests together. Sam didn’t stop him so Ryan grew bolder, putting his hands on Sam’s lean hips and pulling him close. And that’s when the kisses stopped. Sam looked at him, his normally easy-going expression hard, the grip he had on his hair tightening.
“Who is in control, Ryan?”
Ryan blinked up at Sam, the rest of him frozen in the face of that forceful stare. “You are.”
“That’s right. And did I give you permission to touch me or to move me where you wanted?”
“Then drop your hands, right now.”
Ryan dropped his hands back to his sides. Sam stared at him for a long moment until Ryan lowered his eyes as well. Only then did Sam loosen the hold he had on his hair and tug his face back up for more kisses. They were just as intense as before, but Ryan didn’t make the mistake again of trying to pull Sam closer. His fingers twitched and his body felt as though it were vibrating he wanted to feel Sam against him so bad. But he managed to resist.
Sam finally ended the kiss and pulled back to look at him. He rubbed a thumb over Ryan’s mouth and without even thinking, Ryan kissed it. Sam gave him a slow smile.
“That’s better,” he said.
Ryan’s chest warmed at the praise as Sam stepped around behind him. His hands went to Ryan’s waist and began pulling his shirt from where it was tucked into his waistband. He kept pulling and Ryan took the silent direction, raising his arms over his head so that Sam could remove the shirt. Once it was off, Sam tossed it on the couch, where it landed in a heap. Ordinarily, Ryan would have gone over and folded the shirt neatly. But he was distracted and forgot all about the shirt when Sam’s hands went to his waistband and began opening his pants.
“Take your shoes off,” Sam said.
Ryan followed the order, then stood there, his breathing quick and shallow as Sam slowly pushed his pants down his hips. Sam walked back around to face him, trailing a finger along the edge of his briefs as he went.
“Do you always match your underwear to your clothes?”
Ryan’s face heated, partially with arousal, partially from embarrassment. His briefs were gray to match the short sleeved gray button down he'd been wearing. “No, not always. Just some of the time.” Sam arched an eyebrow, like he didn’t quite believe him.
Sam took a step forward, pressing their chests together. But he kept going, walking Ryan backward until his back was up against the wall.
“Let me see if I can guess the times you do.”
Ryan’s breath hitched as the hand at the waistband of his briefs crept downwards until it cupped his shaft.
“You match them when you’re coming to see me.”
“Yeah.” Ryan sucked in a breath as Sam started stroking him through the soft cotton.
“You match them when you’re in uniform.”
Sam smiled. “And do you have light blue or dark blue?” he asked.
Ryan blushed again. “Both.”
Sam leaned in and kissed him. “You match them anytime you’re going somewhere nice or important.”
“Yeah.” Sam leaned in again until their lips were touching. He didn’t kiss him, just let their lips brush together as he spoke.
“Yeah?” Ryan was barely able to get the word out. His entire focus was on the calloused hand that slipped into his underwear to grasp his bare cock. Sam pumped him slowly as he asked his next question.
“Would it be safe to say that you match your briefs to your clothes nearly all the time?”
“I…I guess so,” he managed to get out between gasping breaths. Sam laughed softly before kissing him again. He took his hand away from his cock, but before the whimper of protest in Ryan’s throat could be voiced, he’d pressed their groins close, working his hips so that their cocks rubbed together. Ryan gasped again as Sam grasped his wrists, pulling them over his head and holding them against the wall.
“I like that you’re so precise that you match your underwear to your clothes,” he said as he brushed kisses over the sensitive skin of his neck. “I like that you’re sort of embarrassed to admit it.”
Ryan shuddered as Sam sucked a small bite over his pulse point.
“I like that you’re so neat you wanted to fold that shirt when I threw it, but you were so turned on that you let it go and forgot about it.” Sam pulled back to look at him. “I like you.”
Sam moved to grip Ryan’s wrists with one hand, the other slowly moving back down his body to push his briefs over his hips and down his legs.
“And because I like you, I’ll be your teacher.”
I think Sam is going to be a very good teacher for Ryan. ;-) You can check out the rest of their story in The Detective's Pleasure, on sale this weekend at Amazon for .99. Enjoy National Kissing Day!
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