You:<br/><br/>There was confusion on Drake's features at what was being said but that was all wiped clean when that cock was pushed passed his lips. He made a groan of need as the man fucked his skull. God he needed this... even if his submission was not as full and complete as the older Drake's was he could still feel the warmth of it lapping at his brain. His hands go up to rest on Jas's thighs but one moves back, using some of the spit sliding down from his lips that were being plunged into he lubed his finger before sliding them back over Jas's balls to tease over his opening.<br/><br/>It seemed he wasn't nearly as submissive in the past with some fight left in him. He pushed a digit inside looking to please his Master all the further by trying to get to his prostate. He was happy to be used and the noises he made showed just as much not seeming bothered by the slight upset in Jas's tone or that something was not 'right'. No... Drake did this for himself and pleased the other for himself.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah shuddered and fully hardened at Drake's groan. Even if this man was completely different, he certainly knew how to suck cock. And Jas really didn't mind blow jobs at all. His mind and heart were just in turmoil, and a large part of him wanted to use his abilities and just flea. But he was tired of running. He'd been on the run for so many years, and now that Dimitraeus was truly dead, he would take what was his. And Drake was his. If the man wanted to leave once he came to his sense, Jas wasn't sure he would even let him go. Not without attempting to work things out.<br/><br/>But that wasn't logic speaking. Not right now. Right now he was just using Drake as well as being used for some twisted pleasure and desire. That and Drake was just one persistent bastard in this mindset. He could feel the spit-slicked finger slide up behind him, and his breath stuttered at the slight sting it caused. But that seemed to all fade when Drake immediately sought his prostate. Jas groaned through his clenched teeth, jerking his hips harder and faster down Drake's throat.<br/><br/>You:<br/><br/>There was no gag reflex to speak of with Drake so he took his cock no problem, he didn't even notice his lack of breathing as he increased the suction seemingly determined to please his Master. His finger was happy to tease along the bundle of nerves as his other hand came up to cup Jas's balls. There was no doubt that Drake knew what he was doing and might have been intended to drive Jas out of his mind. Of course sex was on the for front of this personalities mind and who knew what Drake would think when he got himself back together and woke up, maybe he would thank Jas or he could choose to stay.<br/><br/>Either way there were many question still to answer like where the hell was Kane, certainly the older vampire would like to know. The only thing that Jas might have been sad about was that there was no sense of those teeth from Drake as his current self didn't seem to acknowledge they were there or how to use them so the prospect of getting bit for pleasure was all out. That of course didn't mean his mouth couldn't be used for every inch of the warm hole it was.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah finally caved in and grabbed Drake's silky, wet locks. He burrowed his claws into them, careful not to scratch his head. It was amazing that he could take him all the way to the base, and as Drake mercilessly teased his prostate, the more erratic Jas's thrusts became. He stepped in close and crammed every inch down his throat, then cried out and let his head fall back as he spilled himself in his mouth. It was sudden and unexpected and he didn't pull away until he was spent.<br/><br/>Then he'd reach behind and remove the finger from his ass, breathing hard. "Domo," he murmured, eyes hard, cold. his body had enjoyed it, but the problems were still there. He wasn't sure what he could do, so he went with what he'd been able to do before. He gnashed his wrist open with his own sharp teeth, which were more canine than vampiric. Blood welled and he shoved his bleeding wrist against Drake's mouth.