There was no denying that Drake was very well fucked and also feeling rather blank and sated his fingers moving to the place he knew would bruise and he knew he would admire those bruises as a reminder of the mindblowing orgasm he just had. He was panting and wondering if he was going to be forced to move, but no... Ryah didn't say anything and collapsed as well. It appeared the hunter was in luck since Drake wasn't going to try to vocalize anything either... for the first time in a long time, he felt at peace and like he wanted to rest. If there was anything that Ryah had learned about Drake when it came to their time together was just how tense the vampire was most of the time. He always seemed moments from a fight or flight response and was always watching and always careful and mostly deliberate with his actions.<br/><br/>That was the exact opposite of his feelings in bed and it showed with how Drake happily nuzzled into the sheets not trying to go for cuddles but just sleeping next to someone always comforted him and allowed him rest. Before he was a vampire he suffered terribly from insomnia and night terrors so bad he didn't want to sleep finding out that the way to shut his mind off was drugs or sex with a warm body to sleep by bringing its own set of problems but nowadays he avoided sleeping and chose to work nights and occupy days. But here and now? This warm bed felt perfect as he passed out without even a 'good night'.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he woke up feeling the start of waking up in that moment he again felt at peace until the memories had started to trickle in. Shit. He had been many reasons Drake stopped sleeping around and had avoided relationships and the scary feeling pulling under his skin was one of them as it was a feeling of dread starting to pull him under. It had felt so good but... all these sorts of things end badly. He felt the start of a low-level panic that he hadn't felt in a long time start to set in as he tried to get his bearings.