"<i>Fuck,</i>I love that you're such a slut for me.<i>My</i>slut," he groaned into Drake's ear, his cock throbbing from the feeling of that impossibly-tight vice. The hunter made certain that little spot being hit by his cock, the one bump that he had felt before with his finger, the one he knew would drive Drake wild, turn him into a mindless mess. "You like that? God,<i>look</i>at you. Begging for it..." He thrust hard against the bump, hoping to get the other into almost a mad state of pleasure. Grabbing Drake's hair and gripping it hard enough for it to hurt, to bring him closer to that edge.<br/><br/>The filthy sounds of sex filled the air, dirty squelching noises every time the hunter pulled out and jackhammered back into his hole, battering him relentlessly. He could feel every single time his rock-hard cock slammed into that spot, Drake's body, his shameless begging, giving him away. The hunter could feel it when Drake came, in the way his body tightened, in the way he went tense, a litany of curses falling from his lips, the words a blur of a mess. It was enough to send him over the edge and then he was shooting his seed into the vampire, filling him up with come, shooting jet after pulsing jet deep into his body. "Nngh,<i>fuck</i>, take my come--j-just like that, yeah..." he panted out, mouthing at the junction where neck met shoulder. "God, you feel so perfect like this, filled with my cum..."<br/><br/>It was over far too soon, and Ryah had to eventually pull out, careful not to hurt the vampire too much. He collapsed on the sheets, slowly trying to catch his breath. God, that had--that had been amazing. His mind went blessedly blank, as he floated on that high. There wasn't anything in the world that felt anything remotely close to this bliss. He could have stayed like this forever, he thought dimly.