Ryah had been lost in the sensations, in how good it had felt. So when Drake pulled away and put a stop to it, the brunet was not pleased. "Fuck that," he growled out, running his hands down the other man's back, feeling the muscles, the tantalizing skin, pulling him back in. What did anything else matter when there was something that felt so good right then and there?<br/><br/>Something niggled at the back of his mind though, like an itch he couldn't reach. Eventually, through the haze of desire, Drake's words filtered through and Ryah jerked back. His back hit the wall, his eyes wide with desire and face flushed. His breath was ragged, uneven. It took a moment for him to collect himself, to try to get his body under control.<br/><br/>Okay, right. Vampire. There was a vampire. One who wasn't Drake and didn't feel amazing against him. One he didn't want to kiss, to shove against the wall and touch everywhere.<br/><br/>"Fuck," he repeated to himself, voice tinged with anger. "All right, all right, do you have any idea who?" He asked quietly.