Jasaiah tensed when Drake shoved him off, quite violently at that. He highly doubted the other knew he was using his strength, but he didn't get very far. Drake would find himself shoved against a wall, a rather family position. "Quit bitching," he hissed. He had had enough with the backtalk, and he wasn't going to let Drake out like this. Not without knowing what was happening to him. But he knew he couldn't get through to the other. So instead he slid down to his knees. He swallowed Drake's cock down to the base, his tails working to pin him once more. Though he wouldn't have minded having his ears pet.<br/><br/>But this was about as much of an apology as he was going to give the other. Jas went back to half-mast, unsure if fucking his sweet ass a third time would be enough without hurting him again. He'd rather not, but he wouldn't object to giving Drake a blowjob regardless. And he was fairly confident he gave a good enough one that Drake would shut the fuck up. Subject dropped. Jasaiah had given his answer, more or less. Drake could still be irate with him for all he cared. He'd gotten enough out of him for a log. No, he wasn't much for overly casual sex, but they'd fucked twice already. To not appease him would put even more of a damper on the situation.