It was probably fucked up how much Drake loved it and how much he wanted to feel marked and owned by the hunter as. The desperate sound poured out of him and whithered under Ryah like his body was charged with electricity. The other was wicked and wonderful at the same time with quickly learning just how to nail his prostate so that Drake was sure he was seeing stars into next week. Fuck it felt so good he never wanted to stop and yet at the same time so much all at once he wanted it to be over.<br/><br/>All he could report to was begging the other for deeper and sometimes filthier things,  trying to egg the other on to fulfill all his promises even if it was clear Ryah was swept along in the tidal ways with him. In some way the angry passion and energy between them felt like a twisted form of punishment to Drake for talking down on himself and he loved that too... “Please let me cum, please I need to, please!” His cries were getting more franctic as he bucked against Ryah’s hold wanting for all the world to be allowed by the man who wanted to own every part of him. Certainly they hadn’t spoken about any sort of rules but it felt so good to give up all the reins of control to his body,<br/><br/>Drake felt elated and at the same time like he could do anything if Ryah simply asked it of him and that made him that much more willing to submit to whatever fantasy or need the hunter had planned. He was putty in Ryah’s hand in this moment and overwhelmed by his dominance.