Ryah sucked in a sharp breath, feeling it catch in his throat. Jesusholy<i>fuck</i>-- pleasure, pure and electric, sang through him, surging through his veins, across his skin. Drake's fangs embedded in his neck, sucking out his blood, combined with feel of Drake's cock gliding against his own, and his hand stroking their cocks--he felt the brunet stiffen, felt the telltale pulsing and it was enough to make him come as well, his own release mingling with the other male's.<br/><br/>His head was spinning from the high and he couldn't come down. It was a ride he never wanted to end. The scent of sex filled the air, the taste of Drake still on his lips. His touch eventually slowed and when Drake finally pulled back, he brought his cum-slick hand up, pressing it to Drake's lips, wanting to watch him taste the both of them.<br/><br/>"Fuck, that was amazing," he breathed out, crushing their lips together again. As fun as it was in the shower, he wanted more. He wanted Drake below him, wanted to lay him out and map his body with his tongue, wanted to make the brunet beg, make him writhe with need and desire, he wanted to tease and taste.<br/><br/>Grabbing his soap, he lathered his hands up and slowly swept them over every inch of Drake's flesh he could reach. Once he was done, he pressed his lips to the other's neck right where it met his shoulder. He bit down  leaving a nice little mark. "I want you," he said, his voice husky and low, sliding his hand around Drake's cock again.