Sam gave a soft smile when Ryan nuzzled him. The gesture was sweet and completely different from what he'd first dealt with. He cherished it, because he didn't know how long this was going to last. Ryan letting him touch him this thoroughly. More than a brush or hand holding here and there. He leaned in and kissed his temple, then chuckled softly as the wings tried to cocoon them in. "They're amazing. Can you fly?" he asked softly, removing the pillows so he could get behind him. Clothes on, he made no sudden moves, but he felt he could spoon him while Ryan ate. It was the best way, he felt, for Ryan to get the best of both worlds. "It's the least I can do, you know? I hurt you pretty bad and I don't feel like I've made up for it nearly enough." He kissed his neck, soft and brief though he wanted to do more. He firmly told himself to behave, because now was not the time to be acting like a horny teenager. "Not that I wouldn't under other circumstances. I like this." He carefully speared a piece of fruit and brought it up to Ryan's mouth.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai kneaded the bedding with his hands. "You don't like being called sir or master, why?" he whispered, voice shaky. He yelped and whimpered again between the pinch and the feel of cold lube on his hot ass. It was a shock, and he shivered in response. He could feel the lube drizzle down his balls and off his cock, and yet still that tail didn't stop. He was starting to wish the other had put a cock ring on him, because he was slowly building up towards an orgasm. Yet he held himself back and licked his lips. "N-no," he stammered, lying. It was something he did in bed, to get the others to try to wring the truth out of him. Though his posture didn't change, only his voice.