Sam groaned in mild discomfort when his wrists were undone. He let himself be showered with attention, though he had to grip Ryan's forearms to get upright. His knees made popping sounds and he laughed. "I'm getting too old for that shit," he griped, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I think I'll be investing in softer pads to kneel on," he mumbled against his flesh. Then he let Ryan help him onto the ledge of the tub. He sat down and leaned against him, waiting for the tub to be filled with water. "Unless you want to join me?" he teased, grinning at him. "I know it's a lot, and it's okay if you don't." He slid into the water with a groan. "I enjoy what you do to me a bit too much and I can't promise I'll behave if you do." Though he would if Ryan ordered him to. He couldn't seem to help himself.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>Rai groaned and reached over to grab a pillow, pulling it against himself as he watched the other. "No. I don't. I haven't accepted a drink from a stranger in a long ass time. Fucker's too cute for his own good. He spiked my drink, and now I'm here, and I can't fucking leave because that asshole put a spell on the place and bound it to my blood." He groaned and cursed. "Look, I appreciate the sex, but unless you're willing to fuck it out of me could you please leave? Getting out of here right now would be beyond stupid because I'm liable to jump the bones of any demon that crosses my path." His ears flattened. "As long as they're men." They'd have to be men. He buried his face into the pillow. "Fucking demons."