Sampson groaned, his eyes fluttering closed. His hands bit into his own ankles and he gazed up at him hungrily. "Ryan," he moaned. When he freed his erection, Sam cursed out loud. He wasn't as big as Kane, not that he'd been hoping for that to be the case. But he was still a good size and much more manageable with his mouth. He leaned forward, shifting so he could run his tongue from the base of his cock, all the way to the tip. He paused, gauging Ryan's reaction again. Of course he was wary, tentative. He didn't want to spook him. But when Ryan didn't stop he slowly took his length into his mouth.<br/><br/>Sam sucked on the first few inches, letting his teeth scrape along the flesh. He moaned at the heady taste of him, breathing in his scent. He pulled back to murmur compliments. "You can fuck my mouth. I can take it." His voice was wrecked and he hadn't even done anything yet. But to prove himself, he slowly brought every inch down into his mouth, his throat. He groaned and went deeper until his face pressed against his underwear.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai's head snapped up. He hadn't expected him to stay. "Weren't you leaving?" He retorted, then shifted around. The command was obeyed without hesitation, mostly because of the drugs. He ended up on all fours, his ass in the air. He reached behind himself and he pushed three fingers back into himself. Rai tilted onto his side to get a better angle. He cried out as he got his prostate, stroking it while his hand stroked his erection. "I need more," he whimpered. "I need more Kane." Those fucking drugs. They heightened everything and every touch to his body had him groaning. He cried out and moaned, whimpering as he assaulted himself. He still begged for more.