Ryah's head hit the back of the shower wall and his eyes fluttered open. When had he shut them? He didn't know. All he knew was that it was dangerous, it was heady, it was intoxicating, the way Drake's lips felt around him, the way he so eagerly licked and teased and tasted. It was like he was made for it, like he loved it, craved it. That dark heated look in his eyes, his sinful lips wrapped around Ryah's cock, it was addicting, it was a drug Ryah wanted to drown in.<br/><br/>Still, as much as he wanted to sink into the feeling, the pleasure that cascaded over him, he knew it was a two-way street, and then he was pulling Drake up to his feet and kissing him like he was starving, devouring his lips. "Let me make you feel good too," he breathed against Drake's mouth, sliding his hand between their slick, wet bodies and curling his hand around them both.<br/><br/>He leaned his forehead against Drake's as he rose higher and higher, to the edge. He could feel himself getting closer, the pleasure building up at the base of his spine and spooling out. "Fuck, I'm gonna come soon," the brunet murmured, nipping Drake's lower lip, hard enough for it to sting.