The response did nothing to break the illusion they both currently held which was picking another place and maybe another person. Maybe this should have been red flags all around but Drake’s brain was not in the right head space and the sunlight always made him fuzzy even if he didn’t burn from it. All in all the prospect of having some fun had burrowed its way in and he forgot himself or the fact that he hadn’t had a bed mate in... well... god knows how long. Drake had no doubt of hesitation about the gender in question though as the moment he could he knew he was quite the fan of cock and everything that came with it.<br/><br/>He had been quite the whore in his younger days and thus is felt almost like second nature to ease off some off the pants of his bed partner, weird that he was wearing any, but not enough to stop him, as his lips wrapped around the hardness he found there like a nice little gift that his mouth felt quite ready for. It was after all such a nice and pleasant morning and who in their right mind would reject such an offer? At least that’s the mindset that his brain was feeding him as he went down on the relative stranger that happened to be in his bed not even aware of the level of deep shit he was getting into.