Title: Control is Everything
Author: Kacey
Rating: AO
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan/Eric
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Just borrowing them for fun.
Summary: A moment between lovers.
Prompts: scarletts_awry Yeah!Porn! Weekend (Sorry it's late.)
Warnings: Written so you can choose who you want the characters to be. However, if you know my writing, you know my favorite pairing. And, of course, I wrote this with them in mind. I couldn't help myself.

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Watching his lover let go on the dance floor was one of his favorite pastimes. Especially with their friends along for the ride. They still hadn't told them yet, but watching as another random club girl pressed up against him, he knew that probably wouldn't hold true for much longer. While the rest of their friends were busy ordering drinks and relaxing after a hard day's work, he quietly sneaked away.

Unobtrusively making his way through the crowd, he finally spotted his lover in a semi-dark corner, fighting off the advances of a rather drunk, from the looks of him, college student. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he thought, I can't take him anywhere without someone putting their hands all over him. This has got to stop.

Pushing over to them, he menacingly growled, "Get your hands off of him."

The college kid stilled and jerked his hands back like they were burnt. Turning around, he gulped at the dark expression on his face. His lover rolled his eyes and sighed, "I told you I was taken."

Reaching out, he grabbed his lover's wrist and dragged him to the back of the club, where they exited the building. Still pulling him along, he found his car and quickly unlocked it. Opening the door, he practically threw his lover in the back seat before following him. Slamming the door shut and throwing his keys on the floor, he loomed over his lover lying on the seat.

"I guess we can't go out in public anymore, baby, if this is what happens," he remarked.

Rolling his eyes in frustration, his lover sarcastically responded, "Like it's my fault people can't take no for an answer."

"You just must be irresistible."

"Yeah, that's the reason."

Sitting up, he leaned back in the seat before reaching over and pulling his lover onto his lap. One hand found its way into his lover's hair, yanking his head down into a tongue and teeth filled kiss. When they came back up for air, he pulled on the shirt until he got the hint and took all three of them off. Fumbling slightly with the belt when a very hot and moist mouth attached itself to his neck, he finally, finally, made the belt cooperate. The skin tight jeans were a little trickier.

Several minutes later, his lover was completely nude, his clothes all over the front seat. Hands began to work on his own clothes. Grabbing and containing the wrists in one hand, he leaned forward and reached underneath the seat, distracting his lover with a few nips and bites on the neck. Snatching up his handcuffs that he'd left there for this specific reason, he hurriedly and efficiently cuffed his lover's hands behind his back.
The incredulous and disbelieving look he got for that maneuver almost made him laugh, almost. He knew if he did that, his lover would kick his ass. "Don't worry, baby. I have a plan."

"Then why am I in cuffs?"

"Simply because I wanted you to be."

Before his lover could comment further, he kissed him, hard and demandingly, not leaving any room for a response. Breaking the kiss in order to breathe, he panted out, "Turn around."

"Wh...What?"

"Turn around," he patiently repeated, helping him to do so.

When he had his lover right where he wanted him, he wrapped one arm around his hips, holding him in place. The other he lightly and teasingly ran all over his chest and abdomen, caressing every part of his lover's body he could reach, except the one he really wanted him to, eventually making his way further south. By the time he finally took pity on his nearly insane with pleasure lover, he himself was ready to blow his top. Instead he kept a tight rein on his arousal and made sure he took care of his lover.

Slowly and steadily he stroked his lover's erection, smirking to himself at the pleading whines and whimpers coming from his throat. He'd take him to the very edge and then stop, soothing him, only to start all over again, time and time again, impatiently waiting.

In the end, he got what he wanted. Like he always did when it came to his lover, who never could tell him no.

"Please," he sobbingly begged.

"Tell me what I want to hear, baby."

Several minutes of harsh panting and low moans and whimpers went by before he got the answer he desired. "Yours. I'm yours."

"Good," he whispered in his lover's ear. "Now come for me."

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