It was amazing just how alive Ryah could make him feel, like a needy slutty creature and he felt it down to his very bones. He did find himself a touch amused how eager Ryah seemed to be<i>very cute</i>, Drake remarked to himself but cute was replaced with whimpers from him as the filthiest things spilled out of his mouth and Drake couldn’t deny a single one of them. “Yes-yes I do, god I want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum, fucking breed me.” He wanted to feel it and there no sensation like knowing that you were so close to a person with nothing between the two of you. “Fill me up, I need to feel it, I need to fill you, fuck me open till I’m pleading-Godfuckplease.”<br/><br/>He wasn’t sure the words coming out of his mouth were making much sense but he was trying to convey the burning that was running through his body as he arched up to meet Ryah. Each finger felt a little tender from their coupling last night but he didn’t care and he tried to push back on them as much as he could while spreading his legs wide like the whore that he was in that moment. He responded to every touch with sounds pouring out without realizing it, “Make me your slut please, mark me I need to FEEL it!” He gasped feeling ever growing desperation but his wrists were being held down and was making no real effort to break him as he would go right where Ryah wanted him in that moment.<br/><br/>It was hard to remember that Ryah hadn’t fucked a guy before with the eagerness he had dived into it and the way there was no single hesitation in feeling like Drake was the single object of all his focus. The fantasies spiraled further with Ryah fucking him, shoving a plug inside just to remind him and keep his seed inside and doing it all over again in a few hours till Drake was nothing more but an object for his desires. Leaking even more pre in response Drake groaned, “Shit I’m so wet for you... please Ryah.”