Ryah didn't know what it was, but the needy, desperate noises that Drake made, the way he clung and fit around him, it only drove him to fuck the vampire harder, to utterly wreck him. He wanted to make Drake feel it for days, wanted to possess him. From the way Drake reacted, it was obvious he got off on the thought of being used, of being made into the perfect little cumslut. The scent of sex filled the air along with the sounds of their fucking, the sheets growing damp from sweat and water from their shower.<br/><br/>He leaned against the vampire's back, draping over him, reaching down to bite his earlobe. "God, you fucking love this. You love taking my cock," he growled out, slipping out and slamming back in hard. He'd never felt anything like it before, the perfect velvet heat of his body, the vice-like grip, greedily sucking him back in. Ryah pulled out and pressed against Drake's hole, teasingly, huskily ordering him to beg for it as he popped the tip in and pulling it back out, pulling Drake's cheeks apart to watch. Over and over, he teased the vampire with just the tip of his cockhead, popping it in and out.<br/><br/>"You want me to come in that tight, little ass? Beg me for it." He wanted to hear it from Drake's lips, wanted to feel him clench around his cock. He pushed in,<i>hard</i>, aiming for that spot, the one that had made him shiver and cry out, the one that drove Drake wild. Once he found it, he was relentless, making sure to brush against it again and again, his own release building, electricity dancing through his veins.