Jasaiah's head fell back, groaning out loud at the sharp sting around his length before sweet euphoria rushed through his veins. God he loved the sensation, was practically addicted to it. They were addicted to one another it seemed. His glowing eyes lowered to see Drake's rolled in his skull. He smirked and let out a low chuckle. "Withdraw your teeth, pet," he growled, changing names. He thumbed Drake's cheeks, smearing blood that he'd drawn with his claws. God he was beautiful covered in blood. He wanted to draw more blood from the other, but perhaps a little later. Right now he wanted his own release.<br/><br/>Once Drake had withdrawn his fangs, Jasaiah set a quick, brutal pace. In and out he plunged his cock inside of Drake's mouth. One hand dipped to Drake's shoulder while the other stayed matted in those luscious brown curls. He didn't let up, not for a moment, often times stilling and rolling his hips to push his length against all sides of his throat. He knew he was bruising. He knew he was harsh, and he knew Drake<i>loved it</i>. His own release built up quickly, and he pulled out seconds before he came, stroking himself and arching as his seed spilled all over Drake's pretty face.