Robyn had inviting sounds when his fingers were being targeted. At the height of the boy's head, there'd be some confirmation that he was doing well, gargling in pain, a shape outlining itself proudly in Drayn's jeans. There was more of that compliment when Robyn was good enough to follow physical instructions, and let himself be inspected intimately. Drayn was particularly interested in the way his words broke and the grunt was suffocated against the sheets at the quick kick. To Robyn's credit, he took it well.<br/><br/>Drayn was reveling in the lack of resistance. For a murderer the little mental patient was rather forthcoming. He was sure Adrien had thought something similar at some point. "Obviously you liked him, Kid." Drayn injected at the crazy suggestion in the otherwise informative rambling. So, Robyn the naked killer was tilted. It was endearing and a bit of a turn-on, but obviously guards should be up around him. "Well, you 'guys' should stop that. Next time you might not have leverage to bargain with." he said at the conclusion of the riveting tale of stark nonsense.<br/><br/>Drayn was very entertained by the compliance in the working hand and the limb it was courting. Listening was kind of a strong side for Robyn, wasn't it? Adrien had never stood a chance. How decadent to see a pretty little thing, lust protruding, while moving a kitchen appliance. Absurd, but almost artful. He was sure he'd see this again, by himself. A fuckabale golden goose.<br/><br/>Drayn was flush at the end of it, his coat pockets fat with stacks of bills and an inelegant but valuable pouch of good contra brand. He shrugged at Robyn's recollection of Adrien's memories, and looked around the kitchen, feigning disinterest in the naked boy. It was a social courtesy. All good relationships start with indifference. Really, it was flattery. "Tried to fuck me a few times, then said he joked. I think that's why he kept you a secret. I think Addy thought he was only into lady bush." Drayn gave as he tilted his head, finally eyeing the jerking person over.<br/><br/>"How about you put a finger where you're tight, son?" he said, done with business. "You know what." he said, new cigarette between his lips. "Make that two, and get down on your knees." Tall order, since the only hand not already working, was the one that had been thoroughly incapacitated by Drayn's sneaker, before. Seemed this boy could take direction, though, even in adversity.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Faka.ms%2Fweboutlook&amp;hash=f6ed9eb471781a05d994e704736ad58c" href="http://aka.ms/weboutlook" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://aka.ms/weboutlook</a><br/>Drain was already a behemoth compared to Robyn, but taking the few steps between them, and the shorter male destined to look up at him while kneeling, was simply unfair. "How about you, Rob? You think I'm pretty?" he asked and made sure some ashes fell gently on the bullied boy's face. There was smoke around his words. "Are you gonna be my new gutter whore? I could kinda see you living for my whatever fucks I could give you, since I basically own you now."