Sam grabbed the damp cloth and wiped off Ryan's face. He suppressed a shudder at the admission of how good it felt. The urge to continue, to make him feel good, nearly consumed him. "No, no, it's fine. I want you to feel good. I just want to make sure that this is what you want. Tell me, Ryan, and I'll do more. I'll give you more." He leaned in, almost as if to kiss him, but instead pressed their foreheads together. Let me do this for you. Please Ryan." He practically begged him, even if it meant getting down on his knees again to suck him off<br/>He wanted this. He wanted him, even though he hadn't meant to drive him wild with pleasure. Sam seemed to be having an adverse reaction, mostly with how aroused he was. His cock was straining against his underwear, though he didn't dare touch himself. He wanted to touch Ryan's wings again. He licked his lips. "Would it help if I told you what I want to do for you?" He murmured. He craved Ryan's touch, craved to touch him.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai beamed at him with pride. "Good. I'm glad you like it." His smile faded around the edges. "Yeah, that happened with the one who taught me how to love. His name was Ikuto. He was my best friend. He taught me love, humor...he died of an illness that was quick and cruel." He shrugged and resumed eating for a time. "I've also had my heart broken. Such is life, I guess." He looked back at him. "I'd be even more miserable if I grudged every bad bout of luck I had. I was practically asking for it though I wouldn't care to see Eden again." He finished his food and downed it with the juice. "Besides I could tell you weren't that thrilled with the circumstances. And if you hated our encounter so badly I don't see why you would have come back for seconds." He grinned over his shoulder, then waited for Kane to finish before he washed the plates off and cleaned up.