"No," Ric growled, but soft and breathless, reached around Damon and grabbed hold of his wrist. "Keep both hands on the sink." There was nothing aggressive about it, beyond the soft growl, he didn't stop or change his rhythm, just quietly made a demand. He was claiming Damon here. Right now, apparently, he was possessive enough that Damon touching himself was some kind of issue.

Okay, no, that wasn't it. It was that he wanted Damon, and all of Damon. It wasn't jealousy, it was the desire to have Damon really depend on him for this.