It wasn't like Drake would reject pleasure but something about the mix of those two things was intoxicating to him. His body would pay the price for the way Gabe worked it but in the moment even when it hurt it was perfect. It was a tricky balance through as it wasn't like a beating could make him cum out of nowhere, it had to be carefully layered and applied escalating and at times pausing with a skilled hand.<br/><br/>The angel more than proved his ability to do so, and if Drake had been a novice he might have tapped out a long time ago but he knew what the promise could hold on the other side as his nerves were on fire and his body dumped all the happy chemicals into his blood stream. In the end he did end up in tears, overcome with emotion and intensity he didn't trying to hide it from Gabe but also didn't ask to stop as it was the final push before he was so deep in subspace he felt like he was weightless.<br/><br/>It was such a state of open vualnerability that was hard to achieve without an intense base of trust and Gabe could do just about anything to him then as his body was putty and every touch kept him submerged in that headspace that took him out of everything. It was perfect, wonderful, and left Drake totally milked dry of all sensation as his lover slowly helped him drift down slowly before passing the fuck out. One thing was certain, it had been intense between them and Drake had given almost everything he could.<br/><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Kane had realized it was daylight outside and cursed since this would be the first time they spent the night apart. He wasn't sure what was happening with Ab, if he was mad, if the demon was fucking it up even more or what the deal was. Either way he knew he had to at least try to apologise and find a way to communicate that Ab meant to him more than a kinky fuck or someone to make his food. He went in search of his lover in the house finding himself a little distressed as he found the bed untouched since he last recalled it.