Jasaiah heard the plea, and groaned helplessly. Even though he was the dominant, Drake held the reigns. He could stop this in a second with his safe word. But he was with him. He was so with him. Jasaiah couldn't stop kissing him, even with the tears streaming down Drake's face. When his ass clenched down around his dick, he knew Drake was cumming before their stomachs were covered in his seed. He groaned and not a split second later he came. He buried in deep with short, jerking thrusts as he spilled into him. Pulling away from the kiss, he cradled Drake against the wall, trembling with some exertion.<br/><br/>That's when he noticed the tears. He smiled, and it wasn't cruel or sadistic. He thumbed them off Drake's face and kissed his temple, making sure the other wasn't going to collapse before he pulled out. Without much word of warning, Jasaiah picked him up into his arms and carried him into the bathroom, setting him on the counter before he filled the tub. His own body was tired, and a good hot soak would do them both wonders. Drake wasn't a small man by any regard, but he'd catch no complaints from the kitsune. Once the tub was full of hot water, he helped Drake into it and sat down with Drake's back to his front. There he bathed him, helping him come down from subspace.