Ryah felt the lips wrap around his cock. It was hot and wet, and it felt fucking amazing. He let out a soft groan, his hips involuntarily thrusting up. As he slowly surfaced from his sleep, he realized the velvet heat wasn't going away. If anything, the warmth and suction increased. "Oh<i>fuck</i>," he breathed out, voice thick from sleep and desire.<br/><br/>Icy blue eyes fluttered open, and the hunter lifted his head, catching sight of the head of dark hair. His fingers tightened in the dark locks of their own accord. "W-what are you doing? Nngh, f-fuck-oh god-" Ryah wanted to tell Drake to stop, that he wasn't a fucking homo--but the way the other male was sucking on his cock, the way his tongue was flicking over the tip. It sent bolts of pleasure coursing through him, made him so hard, he ached, burned with the need to finish. His other clenched in the sheets, as he felt the pleasure building in the base of his spine, crawling over every inch of his skin, as he bit down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood.