In a way Drake had not been expecting the pace to be picked up. It left him more then breathless for a moment as more of the pain lashed down mixed in with the tender touches and pleasure almost tickling along his nerves making his brain feel like it was going to short circuit. He started trembling under the assault for one reason or another he had maybe expected Jas to slow down and hesitate but that wasn’t the case the man was proving himself to have his confidence back and be not afraid to inflict it on Drake. The cries that escaped him wasn’t something he could control in between the assault to his prostate and the feeling of those wicked tails and he was whimpering and half dry sobbing yet giving in to what Jas wanted.<br/><br/>He could cry out like a whore, that much was certain and his cock was rock hard and dripping already just from the mingling of sensations and all the attention that Jas was skillfully lavishing on him. The bite sent another intense ripple brought of the first sign of half struggle against the bindings from Drake but the feeding was really ratchet things up and had his eyes rolling into back of his head as he tried to breath through the sudden flood of feelings. He didn’t even realize his fangs were bared in blind need and pleasure trying to gasp for a breath he didn’t even truly need but his whole body felt like one mess of sensation. “Your whore... your whore...” he managed to choke out as nothing probably made any sense.