Ryah didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do with himself. This was unchartered territory and it was beyond normal, which for him and his lifestyle, was a feat in itself. He found himself sitting very, very still, as if confronted with a bear or wolf, and any sudden movements would trigger him.<br/><br/>He swallowed hard, wishing like hell, that it hurt. Because if it hurt them it wouldn't feel good. It wouldn't make his skin tingle, make his heart beat a little faster. Ryah clenched his teeth together, trying to control his breathing, control the urge to grip Drake's hair, to have him--<br/><br/>The way his lips wrapped around his wrist, the hard suction and hot mouth--it reminded him of that morning--of Drake sucking on something else. The brunet bit down on his lower lip, the pain bringing him back, keeping him grounded.<br/><br/>When the vampire finally pulled away, he took a moment to collect himself. "That--was enough for you?" He asked carefully, not quite able to meet Drake's eyes. "I don't want you not getting enough. You'll let me know, right? And if you want me to send some feelers out, see if we have any connections that could land you a job, you'll let me know?"<br/><br/>Because at the end of the day, it was a shitty situation all around. One they were stuck in together for the time being, so they might as well make the best of it.