The urge to mark Drake, to possess him entirely, to make him Ryah's was overwhelming. "Shit, yeah, gonna--gonna breed your slutty little ass, fill it with my come," he panted out, biting at Drake's lower lip, leaving his mouth red and swollen. Fucking hell but he loved how the vampire was practically gagging for it; he wanted to leave Drake a fucked out, cum filled mess. He wanted to come inside that impossibly tight ass, mark him all over.<br/><br/>Drake was like a drug, one that he just couldn't give up. Ryah didn't know how but it was like the other man had crawled into his head and now the brunet couldn't get him out. He needed to touch and taste and feel and own Drake. He needed to have him over and over. Once hadn't been enough; he didn't think this time would be enough either. It was like the more Drake wanted it, the more he wanted it to, like they were playing off of one another, an endless feedback loop, an addiction he didn't realize he had.<br/><br/>With one hand, he held Drake down, wrists pinned above his head. With the other, he guided his aching cock towards the vampire's hole, pressing against the pucker. At first, it seemed like it wouldn't go in but with a bit more pressure, the very tip, the rounded head popped in, eliciting a groan from the hunter. "<i>Fuck</i>, you feel amazing," he growled out, as he leaned down to devour Drake's mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. "You like this? Like being fucked like the wet, little<i>slut</i>you are? God,<i>look</i>at you, practically gagging for my cock."