Finally Drake bit into the offered wrist, he still found it a little sickening to do and his stomach churned at the idea but god did the blood taste good to him now. Like a heated drink warming his insides and making him feel like he didn’t need anything in his life outside of this. That’s it. He drank till he got his fill but not too much as he had the sense to no lose control, no, it was much better to do this with a clear head and make sure he fed himself instead of being a reckless idiot. Finally he extracted his fangs his eyes not leasing Jas’s.<br/><br/>He had been instructed to make the other forget it happening and that wasn’t too hard post the gain of control, it was like tugging and breaking off some of the thread letting it spin and unwind as Drake pulled his control back his lip still dotted with a speck of blood as he didn’t even realize it his focus was so intent on Jasaiah. He had been worried he was going to fuck this up or the other would tease him for it or something but nothing like that occurred... once more their trust had been reinforced. Drake blinked a few times to clear his vision as he felt strained from the effort, he knew it wouldn’t always be this hard but like anything new trying it out left one sore...