Ryah had just enough time and presence of mind to kick his shoes off and dump his jacket on the floor before he and Drake were under a hot stream of water. He was drenched within seconds but he didn't care, instead shoving Drake against the shower tiles and devouring his lips. Ryah had kissed girls, women before  but it had been nothing like this. This searing, burning heat that was consuming him, that made his blood sing electric.<br/><br/>His hands roamed over Drake's shirt, his arms, shoulders before tugging frantically at his top, pulling it up and off, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. Once he saw all that bared flesh, he found his fingers working at the leather pants. It took him longer; wet, tight leather was a pain to get off it seemed, but it wasn't going to stop him.<br/><br/>Ryah was so hard, aching with it. He knew what<i>he</i>liked but he'd never touched another man before. He wanted though. He wanted to touch, to make Drake lose control. He mouthed at Drake's jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down to his neck, nipping at the juncture between neck and shoulder, while his hand skimmed down to the brunet's cock, wrapping his fingers around it.<br/><br/>It felt strange in his hand, the angle completely different but it excited him as he stroked Drake's dick. "This okay?" Ryah asked, his voice low and gravely. He bit down at Drake's skin, hard enough to leave a mark, sucking on it slowly. His tongue darted out, teasing over the bite. It was good. It felt fucking amazing. But he wanted more. He was harder than he'd ever been, aching with need.