Gabe watched as Drake came down from his high and it dawned on the man what he was doing. Satisfaction coiled through Gabe as he knew, delaying the orgasm only made it better. He knew quite well how badly Drake needed it. The squeeze of his shoulders and the labored begging was all apart of it. He hummed in satisfaction at the sheer power of the reaction he wrangled from the vampire.<br/><br/>He has the very tips of his fingers over his lover's swollen, throbbing cock. Then he pulls Drake forward into a passionate kiss, ravaging him mouth and sucking on his lips. With Drake slightly lifted he slaps the man's ass, hard. He is counting on the sharp pain to help take the edge off of the man's arousal, bring him back down a bit. He alternates blows so that neither cheek goes numb. Eventually breaking for air. "We can continue if you have control of yourself again." He taunts. Drake isn't leaving this room without satisfaction but Gabe can draw it out as long as he likes.