The giant back tattoo Drake had was on full display as he arched into the kisses and seemed to wrap around his skin and become part of him as the designs in the large black cross painted a tapestry of his life story. There were small designs one could catch with dog tags, some weapons, and other small details but it was hard to catch and not currently important as Drake was spreading himself wide and open to get fucked. The first digit teasing him caused another moan as the gentle press was not enough and he shoved himself back trying to get him deeper.<br/><br/>“More than okay…” He said with a content sigh knowing the man would need some encouragement, “I’m not exactly a virgin so you don’t have to take it too slow.” He couldn’t help but smile playfully to Ryah who looked so worried. “I love being fucked, and I have a masochist stream a mile wide. No blood but the feeling of being stretched… the burn…” He purred at the memory as it had been a while but he didn’t care. “Now if it was you I would go slow but right now I want to feel you… give me more.” He was almost ready to beg for more fingers and NOW.<br/><br/>He felt slutty and wanton and he wanted to take matters into his own hands as he slipped a hand back to own his own twi digits inside. It was a little too fast and he hissed but at this point his cock was dripping from the attention and knowing where this was going. He could almost joke that he was gagging for cock right now and it wouldn’t be wrong as he relaxed into the sensation. “Fuck I can’t wait to get your cock inside me… making me so full, so hard.”