Jasaiah was glad Drake didn't argue. They got to the hotel within a decent amount of time, having walked several miles under the fading evening. He paid for three nights, with plenty enough left over for luxuries. Well, mostly for him, though he had some ideas brewing on how to pleasure Drake more thoroughly. Inside, he locked the door, then went to shut the curtains before he carefully took off both charms and set them aside. His tails curled about him and his ears perked on top of his head. His features sharpened, making him more ethereal, more beautiful. The charms had dumbed things down considerably.<br/><br/>Drake's comment irritated him, but he didn't respond immediately. That was something that needed to be changed. He didn't want Drake to demean himself anymore. He wanted him to know he was worth it. He quietly stowed the rest of the cash in the safe that was located in their suites. But in a flash he was in front of Drake. He gripped his chin and wrapped another arm around Drake's waist, his tails coming up to hold the other immobile. Jasaiah took Drake's mouth in ruthless heat and passion, his claws biting into Drake's jaw though they didn't pierce the skin.<br/><br/>Jas pushed his tongue into the other's mouth, taking him forcefully, but with great gentleness and care. In fact he held him more like a determined lover. Finally, after several moments of kissing the man that had stolen his heart, he pulled back. His eyes were glowing, and black claws combed through Drake's hair, wrenching his head back. "You are<i>not </i>a whore. Yes, you enjoy sex. Yes, you get pleasure from submitting," he reached down and gripped Drake's hips, shoving his own against the man's so Drake could feel his erection. Still the tails held his limbs still. "That does not make you a whore. I may call you such things behind closed doors but enough. You are worth it. So worth it."<br/><br/>He kissed him again, seeking to consume the other in passion.