Jasaiah was brimming with satisfaction at how quickly and completely he'd rendered Drake into such a state. Total submission. Total compliance. He knelt down so he could cup his face, letting Drake gaze upon him for a moment. Or several. He ran a thumb across his lower lip, then leaned in and stole a kiss. He couldn't resist. Drake was being so good for him, so he considered it a reward. Jas commanded the entire action, forcing his tongue into his mouth, letting Drake taste himself as his seed lingered in the kitsune's mouth. He let his claws dig into his scalp some, not quite painful but a sharp sting alongside the sweet glide of his tongue against the other man's.<br/><br/>"You are being so good," he murmured against his mouth, then straightened slowly. His cock jutted proudly from between his legs, standing at full attention, and he was more than eager to put Drake to good use. Without mercy he wrenched Drake's head back and pushed the tip of his cock against his lips. "I want you to suck my cock. I expect nothing less than perfection from you, my whore," he hissed, his eyes glowing once more. All pleasantries were gone as he forced his cock down Drake's throat, knowing he no longer needed to breathe and that he could abuse that beautiful throat and mouth with his thick erection.