Sam's bones turned liquid and he relaxed under Ryan, letting the other nuzzle and clean them up. When Ryan tried to pull his pants up, he smirked and leaned down to do that himself. All he wanted to do was roll them over and take care of Ryan's erection, and it bothered him a little that he couldn't. However, the thought was fleeting. More fleeting than the first time he'd felt that way. It was hard to dwell on anything when he was basking in the glow of his release. He left his shirt off, letting Ryan up into his lap. A shiver crawled down his spine when he touched the spot that had caused him to cum moments before. "Hmm. Thank you," he murmured. He shifted so he was sitting upright once more. "Can I hold you?" he asked lightly. "Just to hold. Nothing sexual."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai shook his head, sitting up to grabbed the other by the shoulders and pull him down. Or attempt to. "I don't mind, really. I mean if I truly hated cigarettes I wouldn't even smoke tobacco." He reached over into his drawer and rummaged for the pipe and tobacco. He lit it and let a plume of smoke fill the air. "There. Smoke away," he teased, sitting up in bed. He plunked the pipe between his teeth and stared up at the ceiling. Rai debated with himself whether or not he should send Kane away, but the loneliness ate him up inside. So he'd keep his company for as long as he wanted to stay.