The way Drake trembled under him was magnificent. He was addicted, pure and simple. Being here, in this hotel, all reigns were off, and he could just let go. To lavish the other in all the attention he could muster. And he did. He worshiped his skin with his tails, while his fingers tormented the inner walls of his sweet hole. He wanted to sink himself into the other, but all in good time. He wanted his mouth around him more than anything, but he was determined to make Drake cum first. Jasaiah rubbed the reddened skin of his ass, bit his claws and teeth into his skin, and then reached around to wrap his long, deft fingers around Drake's erection.<br/><br/>His fingers mercilessly tortured his prostate, murmuring in both English and Japanese, coaxing and encouraging his release. He rubbed his clothed erection against Drake's leg, letting him feel that promise. His hakama pants were growing damp with his own precum. "Come for me Drake, my beauty." He leaned in so he could brush and tease Drake's ear with his lips, then nuzzled behind his ear, growling low and possessive. "Mine. Come for me. I command you to." He wouldn't let up until he did, ravishing him with nothing but pleasure in those moment.