Sam hadn't really expected Ryan to take him up on the offer. He had thought Ryan would hold out, deny himself more. So he was a little surprised when Ryan began to rub himself on Sam's thigh. He let his thigh move against his crotch with a soft moan. He threaded both hands into Ryan's hair, careful not to go anywhere else. One of these he at least hoped to help Ryan find his erogenous zones. Find and enjoy them. But for now he was more than content with this. Especially when Ryan came.<br/><br/>The flush was adorable, and he gave him a reassuring smile. It hadn't been put past him that Ryan had such a low stamina. The poor guy had gone so long without such simple pleasures, though he could see why it was an issue. Angels were such sticklers. There were far worse things in life, and why would God give bodies pleasure centers if they weren't supposed to be used? Everything else was man made, from food to weapons to make up that went alongside gluttony, wrath, pride, envy. Lust...That didn't seem like hardly anything in the grand scheme of things.<br/><br/>"I think we both could use a shower," he murmured, his grin widening to that debonair smile of his.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>Rai was different for so many accounts. If anything by his upbringing. He was considered an upper class demon, even being part nekomimi. Incubus had a pretty high stature in Hell, or at least his father had before he had been murdered alongside his mother. His past was hardly pleasant, but it was his, and he'd already tried to kill himself numerous times because of how tragic and outright depressing it was. Depression was sometimes a nasty little thing that took root, but for the most part Rai was able to live as joyfully as he could manage.<br/><br/>It took them an hour to get to where he wanted to bring them. His favorite restaurant on the west coast, and it was a bit formal. He hadn't thought about Kane's attire until they almost got there. When he gave the bike over to the valet he gave Kane a once over. Honestly, he didn't give a fuck about his clothes. The other was drop dead gorgeous no matter what he wore. "I'm sure you could charm your way inside, troublemaker." He held out his arm. "My favorite restaurant, and all you can drink bar. Everything's on me." He'd brought several hundred dollars, after all. He wasn't hungry or thirsty, not for real food, and he wouldn't admit outwardly that this was a date of sorts.