The thought of Drake being such a little slut both turned him on even more and made something inside of him sour unpleasantly. It left a bitter taste in his mouth but he tried not to think on it too hard and instead, focused on the feel of his body beneath Ryah's, the way he squirmed for more. He added a second finger and then a third, smacking Drake's hand away. "No, this ass is<i>mine</i>," he growled out, something raw and primal in his voice. "Only I'm allowed to touch it, to fill it."<br/><br/>He twisted his fingers, stretching the vampire quickly. Clearly he didn't mind a little pain, a little burn, and Ryah was more than willing to give it to him. "You like this? No, you<i>love</i>this, you little slut." He finger fucked the brunet harder and harder, filling him up and stretching him out. "I bet you love being stuffed with cock, taking every inch like the greedy, little slut you are..."<br/><br/>Pulling his fingers out, Ryah took a second to grab a condom. He caressed Drake's tattoo, committing the gorgeous, swirling lines to memory before pulling Drake up into his knees and nudging them apart. "Beg me. Beg me to fuck your greedy little ass," he growled out, fingers digging into his hips. He roughly thrust a finger inside, enough to tease but not enough to sate the burn, the need inside of the vampire. He wanted to hear Drake beg for it, beg for cock. He wasn't sure how long he could hold out, his own dick dripping and rock hard.