Gabe smiled at Drake and wondered if the man would say the same thing next time. All well, he could always out a stop to it if it was too much. He pops the cork on the bottle, it smells like spicy cinnamon. "Drink." He commands and pours the drink into Drake's mouth. It tasted like cinnamon disk candies and the effect of it was fairly instant. It burned through Drake, ignighting his passions to a near impossible level. A magical form of viagra that would allow the vampire to keep going as long as physically possible.<br/><br/>With that taken care of, he hands off that head of hair to his clone. Kane yanks Drake back, a bruising grip on his hips ensuring that the vampire continues to take the full force of his powerful thrusts. Gabriel leans forward and moves his hand and lips possessively over the flesh in front of him. He knows they both lile the sharp taste of pain and he is not sparing with his teeth as he leaves a trail of love bites over his mate's neck and chest. He licks the left nipple a few times before simply biting down, hard enough to make it sore and purple, but no permanent damage.