Ryah loved how responsive the brunet was, how he leaned into every touch, those delicious and wanton little noises he made. He felt the teasing bite of nails down his back and all it did was make him harder, make his skin feel like it was on fire. They were cleaned, mostly, when Drake shut the water off and led them up the stairs to his bed, dripping the entire way. The way he laid himself out, presenting himself, getting the pristine sheets wet with water--fuck, Ryah wanted to just ruin him.<br/><br/>He stared down at the brunet, at the way he touched and teased himself, very clearly used to the display, used to playing with himself. The hunter felt his throat go dry at the sight. He quickly rummaged through the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of sparsely-used lube before kneeling down on the bed, over the other male. He left the bottle by Drake's side and climbed on top of him, skimming his hands over every inch of bared skin, following his touch with his lips, mapping out his curves and edges.<br/><br/>He got down to Drake's ass and he ran his fingers over the smooth curve of it before teasing a finger over his hole. Surely it wasn't that different from a girl, right? He quickly uncapped the bottle and slicked up his fingers, spilling the excess all over his sheets with a small curse. He wasn't nervous...<br/><br/>Slowly, carefully, with his heart hammering in his chest, he pressed a single digit against Drake's hole. "This okay?" He asked, his voice husky and low. He watched as it slipped in with ease and sank it all the way in before pulling it out, mesmerized. "You like this? Like having something up your ass?" He was slow and careful, but teasing. Last time he wanted to do was hurt Drake.