Sam was slightly awed at the texture, how soft they were. He let his fingers carefully brush against them, frowning as more feathers fell out. "Can I get you anything? I brought a basket of goods...I can go get tylenol or ibuprofen if you need it?" He hated how pale Ryan looked. "That doesn't bother me. I'm tired of demons, and you aren't a demon. And you aren't like Milo, either." He gave him a smile. "I like you, a lot." The smile, however, died on his face. "Hey...they aren't hideous. I know what happened to you was terrible, and I can fathom these black feathers are a testament to the change in you, but you aren't evil. You're okay. You'll be okay. We'll be okay." He reached out and brushed his face, then leaned in to softly kiss him on the lips. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? I was a damned fool to leave you before, but that shit's done and gone."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai moaned and nodded. His claws bit into the fabric, hips jerking in desire when the other's tail curled and stroked and teased his cock. He was sinking down into subspace, slowly, but he didn't fight it. He nuzzled into Kane's hand, letting a purr fill the quiet air. Out in the wilderness there were no sounds. No cars, no trains, no planes. Just nature in its truest form. He hissed out at the sharp twinge of pain of Kane's claws raking down his spine. Blood trickled from some of the wounds, but he healed them enough to stop bleeding. "Yes. I haven't had a cock that big in years," he groaned, voice breathless and filled with desire. The feel of Kane grinding against his sore, marred skin had him moaning. His eyes glazed over and he whimpered. Leaned forward onto his shoulders, he turned his head to the side. His ears lowered and he reached back to spread himself, exposing his aching, fluttery hole to Kane's scrutiny.