Ryah was intoxicated by how responsive Drake was. The way he arched and pressed against the hunter. The delicious noises he made, like he was on the verve of begging for it. How he felt in Ryah's hands. God, it was a heady rush, one the hunter didn't want to end. He bit down harder, mouthing at the mark, determined to wring out more of those wanton little noises from the vampire, his hand growing more confident in its touch, stroking Drake harder.<br/><br/>"I want... I want your lips on my cock, I want -- I want to fuck you," he growled out, his voice dark with desire, with the need to own Drake, to possess him. He'd never felt like this before  never felt the urge to just consume anyone in this way, to make Drake lose control and submit.<br/><br/>He paused just long enough to tug his own shirt off, getting it out of the way. Wet clothes were nothing but a hindrance. He worked at his jeans, his hand brushing against his aching dick. Fuck, he just wanted -- needed to feel more of Drake, to have him in every way. Once he got their clothes out of the way, he quickly resumed touching and teasing the vampire, his thumb brushing over the tip of his cock, before wrapping his hand around them both. He let out a guttural noise at the feel of their cocks sliding together. God, he'd never done this before, never felt<i>anything</i>like this. It felt amazing, like fire in his blood, in his veins, lighting him up.