The plea pleased him to the core of his being. Gods their relationship could be so perfect at times. But what relationship didn't have its faults, its ups and downs? Right now they were sharing a gift between them, a true masterpiece. If Drake focused, he could heal all that Jasaiah had done to him thus far, though he suspected he'd still be tender and sensitive from all the stimulation Jas had rendered unto his nerves. And he wanted to so much, much more to him. Yes, his goal was to render Drake into a mindless, sobbing mess. His mess. To make him submit.<br/><br/>It was one of many ways he was going to make Drake his. And he...Drake's. Drake may not realize it yet, but Jasaiah was his just as equally. But they'd sort all those details out later. Right now he was sinking his thick, hard length down Drake's throat, and by the gods did Drake know how to suck cock. Jasaiah's claws pricked Drake's scalp, fingers coiled in his locks as he held his head steady and thrust over and over into his waiting mouth. The tight vice of his throat was wonderful, as was the slick feel of his tongue along the underside. "Close your mouth. I want to feel your teeth." He shoved all the way down and into his throat, seeing it bulge. "Inari but you make such a wondrous sight," he murred, flashing his own sharp teeth. He wanted the pleasurable bite he knew Drake could deliver, wanted him to take a drink, for them to both be high.