The hesitation on Robyn's face was almost as good as his obedience. Here was this thoroughly broken thing, concerned about his swelling fingers but not his modesty or the whims of his new, for all intents and purposes, captor. How prettily his thoughts flitted over his face. Drayn waited patiently for any decision. It hadn't seemed like Robyn would disappoint or refuse. A chuckle climbed all the way through his nose, leaving with smoke, when the coloring hand was used for the cock. A good choice. "Look at you being resourceful." he awarded from his place above.<br/><br/>Drayn's tongue soaked and his limb coiled harder behind the teeth of the zipper when the boy warmed up the likely experienced hole and stroked the sensitive protrusion. At the tail end of seeing Robyn kill Adrien, this was all adding to a very intense morning. The answer was pleasing. "You've only been with b-grade people though." Drayn pointed out and thumbed the end of the filter with the cigarette between his filters. He wasn't sure this little monster had any feelings to hurt, and if he did, Drayn had it on good authority fucking up murderers wasn't exactly a character flaw.<br/><br/>Cute though, prattling on like normal while finger fucking his own ass. Drayn leaned down, roll in his lips again, which brought the burning part close to Robyn's cheek when he spoke next. "You don't like Gutter Whore? It's kinda long isn't it? We'll find something better for you then." Kind voice, which should be worrisome given this starkly morbid context. "You can call me by your father's name, if you want." he suggested. It was a trick that usually messed with the girls he liked to upend.<br/><br/>"And what's with this of-yore meter? Are you writing a play with castle decor?" he was teasing again as he squatted down, endless legs almost cumbersome, low like this. His hand wrapped around Robyn's around the boy's cock, which would help the friction and add firmness, but also explode pain into the ruined digits. He did not expect the boy to stop moving, anyway. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and rested the ball of that palm on Robyn's shoulder, ashing over his back. "I guess that's how all nuts talk, huh? Like those bible-toters in giant tents?"<br/><br/>He took his time with this moment, listening to the small ass expertly taking the familiar attention and smelling the inviting aroma rising from between them as the cock was gearing up to be milked. Drayn squeezed the hand harder, to upset the swelling and tease the prick they were both holding. Finally, he killed the ember against the shoulder and flicked what was left of the roll. "I'm sorry for being so rude to you. It's just, I really think we have a connection." he went on. "How about you tell me when you're close, and I'll make it even better for you." he offered, voice whispered.<br/><br/>He was not going to be so benevolent. If the boy did give a Que, as though a quicker rate of breath and swimming eyes wouldn't be enough, Drayn would stand up quickly, and easily kick both the already messed up hand and Robyn's balls to ruin the pushing orgasm. Some guys still managed to cum when in excruciating pain. It would be fun to know if Robyn was that kind of deviant or not. It was also a reward in and of itself, watching pretty things suffer.<br/><br/>"Do you own any clothes?" he'd ask after whatever transpired. It was of course a bid for the boy to find them, and get dressed. At least it suggested Drayn might bring him, wherever they were going.