Jasaiah smirked and reached out to run a thumb along his lower lip. For a few moments he let Drake ride him. He didn't move, because he knew it wouldn't be enough for him. Drake needed it hard and fast. Jas growled, his eyes lowering to Drake's weeping cock. Part of him wanted to pull out and then lay him back down and suck him into his next orgasm. Instead Jas wrapped his tails around Drake's legs and his arm went around Drake's waist. He stood up in one powerful movement. He held him flawlessly, his strength coming through. Jas backed Drake against the wall and wrenched his head back. Zero to sixty Jas was pulling out and ramming into that sweet, tight ass.<br/><br/>He shifted Drake up and used his hands to pin Drake's wrists above his head. Jas buried his head into his throat. He groaned against his flesh, then bit down on his shoulder. It wasn't particularly pleasant, and he drew blood. His nails bit into Drake's wrists and he shifted his hips so he could pound Drake's prostate. "You are going to cum with me, Drake," he hissed, laving the blood with a sinister twist of his lips. Painting his mouth red, he brought it up, glowing eyes meeting the vampire's while he fucked into him ruthlessly, not letting up for a second. He sought his own release, his thrusts ragged and vicious. "I want to hear you tell me. Tell me to cum, my whore." But he didn't give Drake room to answer, not quite yet. Instead he crashed his mouth against the other's, plunging his tongue into his mouth so he could taste his own blood.