Kane always hated attending formal WWE events, because they made him wear his mask with his suit. On top of that they had to approve how all the men looked. So he usually just wore a solid black suit, black shoes, a red button up shirt and dark red tie. Better than some of the other guy's colors but still, the mask could get a bit annoying. So first thing he did was grab a drink, then attached to the group D. Bryan was chatting with.
From across the room, Ryder was barely listening to the conversation around him, he was fascinated by the Big Red Machines appearance. He was still massive compared to everyone else, but the black emphasized the slimmer parts while still showing how broad his shoulders were. He was almost sexy in an intimidating way, even with that mask.
It seemed he was staring a bit harder than he thought because Kane turned around and they locked eyes, but at that moment Cena grabbed his shoulder and asked if he wanted to grab a drink with him. Now he felt Kane's eyes follow him across the room. He couldn't blame him, he was wearing a dark purple suit with a gray undershirt, as per his boss specifications.

Hours later a slightly drunk Ryder took the elevator up, it was a lucky break they had used the hotels conference room. He stumbled into his room and had barely gotten his tie loosened and top two buttons undone when he heard a sharp knock at the door. Making a point to stomp, he jerked the door open, only to be met by a massive chest. He looked up, Kane was leaning against the door frame, all but 3 buttons of his shirt undone, belt gone, tie gone, shoes and sock gone too, and yet he still had his mask on.
"Ryder, sorry to harass you but," He tilted his head at the open door across the hall, "Seems like the cleaning lady decided I didn't need any new towels or soap." His voice was deep and not at all slurred, Ryder almost felt embarrassed as he motioned the man into his room. Kane took two steps back to pull his door closed and only three steps to make it into the entrance of the room.
"I.. I'll see what I have to spare." His speech was quite slurred, "But let me get this jacket off at least." He discarded the jacket and was going to loosen his tie more when he felt a huge presence inches from his back. He tilted his head up to see Kane had somehow silently closed the distance between them.
"You know Ryder if I didn't know any better I would have sworn you were giving me bedroom eyes all night." Kane circled around him slowly. He didn't know how to respond, and his judgment was not in peak condition as it were. He opened his mouth to say something but didn't get a chance; Kane pushed him back and onto his bed, hands on either side of his face. This position only made him realize just how much muscle Kane really had, with ought a word Kane's lips crashed down onto his. It was hard to process everything that had and was happening, his head was still spinning from the alcohol. Kane broke the kiss and he sputtered for breathe a bit, still looking up at the masked man.
"This shouldn't take you by surprise you know. The way you looked at me you were practically begging me to pay you a visit." His voice was cold but not cruel.
This time Kane slowly leaned down, letting their lips touch gently, giving him a moment to react. After a minute or so, he felt a tongue graze his mouth, he gladly parted his lips allowing the kiss to deepen, Kane had gently began to grind against him. Then abruptly Kane pulled away and stood up, he grabbed Ryder's shirt and jerked it open, the buttons flying in every direction. He had an aggressive and hungry glint in his eyes, as he hastily pulled first his own the Ryder's pants off. Kane sat back on the bed and roughly pulled him into his lap, one holding the back of his neck and the other taking a handful of ass. Kane pulled his face to his and this time the kiss was full of lust.