Perhaps if Sampson had met him under different circumstances he might have held a different opinion, but he wasn't sure how he would have felt otherwise. Not that it really mattered. "Yeah, okay," he said softly. "I'll be right back," he said, squeezing Ryan's hand softly before he went to brew him some soothing tea and cut up a bowl of fruit out of the basket he'd brought. Papaya, mango slices, orange and apple pieces, drizzled with some lemon and honey before he grabbed a fork and brought it and the tea over to him on a tray. He set the tray down before getting some pillows, then gently help Ryan up. "Just some fruit and some tea that should help keep it down." Everything was in small pieces, and he climbed up onto the bed. "Want me to feed you, or just hold you?" he murmured, brushing the hair out of Ryan's face.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai groaned at the praise, resonating deep within him. It took no strain or effort to hold himself in this position, like that night before. The other must really get off on the sight-seeing, though Rai was too lost in pleasure to really care. That tail was absolute sin as it stroked and teased his cock, causing him to leak all over the bed. Then Kane's belt lashed down against his hole, and he cried out. God he really didn't know if he'd ever had someone do this to him before. Rai whimpered and cried out over and over as Kane whipped his ass even more, though his hands never faltered. His whole body flushed over and the tip of his tail danced on the bed. His ears were flat to his skull, wings unmoving against his spine. "Kaaane," he moaned, testing his name on his tongue.