Sam's hands tightened into fists in the bedding, seconds away from begging Ryan to just take him out and blow him. Instead he clenched his jaw, his head falling back again. It thudded against the head post, jarring him just slightly. Not anything to worry about though. "Hmm. I really wouldn't even care if you rode me," he murmured, then smirked down at him. "But you somehow manage to make me feel insanely good no matter what you do." He groaned louder when Ryan freed him finally, and then his mouth was on his dick. "Oh, god, Ryan," he moaned. "Yes...yes this is all you. All for you." He showered Ryan with compliments, like beautiful, handsome, impossibly wicked. Yet nothing negative came out.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai scrambled on the bed, hands flexing when he pulled out. But the agonizingly slow pace in which he moved did not help at all. Rai groaned and tried to move, but Kane held him still. He let out a stream of curses. There was a time and place for a slower pace, love making, whatever the hell it was called. It wasn't something Rai had indulged in in many years. No, Kane had promised the first round would be harsh and brutal. The incubus hybrid made a low, frustrated sound. "No!" he shouted. "I want it fast, and hard. I want to fucking feel it tomorrow." Tears pricked his eyes with how frustrated he was, though it wasn't unwanted. Being tormented like this wasn't bad at all. "Please, please Kane. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast. Make me scream. I know you're capable of it!" At least from the first time they'd had sex.