Jasaiah needed Drake's trust. He needed it as much as he needed energy to survive. The temptation was overwhelming, to bring more, and more, until Drake shattered apart as he often did during these sessions. The aftermath was usually the most difficult and the most challenging, but he wasn't going to run away, and he wasn't going to let Drake either unless the other demanded space. It was hard for the kitsune to say no to the other, but Ryan's words stuck like glue to his skin. To push him. Push him how hard, he didn't yet know, but this relationship between them was young and fresh. Drake was no longer human in any regard, and they had all the time in the world to discover things between them.<br/><br/>At the moment Jasaiah was relentless, wanting more sounds from him. "Hmm. Let me here you, my whore," he hissed, plunging a second finger inside him. He pumped then in and out, then curled against his prostate once more. All the while he hit him with his hand harder. His tails came around and began to stroke and tease his skin in light, tickling touches. Sensation play wasn't beyond him, and he figured he could overload his lover with sensation. Pain, pleasure, dancing touches along his skin. And just to put icing on the cake he fed. Just a little. Not nearly enough to take back what Drake had taken from him earlier, but enough for him to feel that mind tingling, possibly even toe-curling pleasure that came with it.<br/><br/>"Exquisite man," he growled against his ass check, biting it hard enough to draw a bit of blood with his sharp canines.