<i>God, fucking damn.</i>.. Ryah was unable to tear his gaze away as Drake sank to his knees, his icy blue eyes practically black, ringed with desire. The sight of him, submitting so readily, baring himself so openly made something in Ryah's gut twist. He sifted his fingers through wet, dark locks, and slowly, carefully guided his dick to Drake's mouth.<br/><br/>The brunet let out a soft groan, watching the way his cock disappeared inside Drake's hot, wet mouth. The way his mouth felt, the way he looked, practically dripping sin, had Ryah so hard and aching. "<i>Fuck</i>, look at you," he said, voice low and husky, as he started to thrust in and out. "You look so good with my dick in your mouth. You look like such a cock-hungry little<i>slut</i>, just begging for it."<br/><br/>He tightened his grip on Drake's hair, knowing, remembering how much Drake had loved it last time, loved having his mouth used. The hunter began to fuck his mouth roughly, thrusting in hard, practically choking him with it. It was perfect the velvet heat of his mouth, the way his tongue curled and teased with every stroke.<br/><br/>"I bet you're starving for it," he continued, fucking Drake's mouth hard, feeling himself get closer to that edge. "I bet you want me to cum in your filthy little mouth. God, look at you. You're such a good little slut, taking my cock." He didn't know where these words were coming from, but Drake brought it out in him, made Ryah want to wreck him.