Ryah felt as if everything was washed in dreams, all remote and hazy. It felt surreal, not quite like it was actually happening to him. He could hear his breathing, the way it hitched at the feel of that hot, wet tongue on his skin. Had he been about to shove the vampire away or pull him closer? The brunet didn't know what he had been aiming for, lost in his haze.<br/><br/>He felt the vampire move between his legs, felt the electric spark of desire dance up his arm from where the vampire's lips, his sinful tongue made contact. Unbidden, he let the other male between his legs, needing--needing<i>some</i>thing but he didn't know what. To his distant horror, the emotion muted by the effects of the pill, he could feel himself getting hard. Distantly, his mind was screaming at him, telling him to fight, to resist, but the drug-hazy dreaming consciousness he was mired in was overtaking the rational.<br/><br/>He needed something. He<i>wanted</i>.<br/><br/>Unable to help himself, another little noise escaped his lips, wrung from his throat, the sound guttural, husky and needy.