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Grayson x Drakebrine part 2 (Mature)

Here we go... Don't really like it but the more I write these, the more awkward it feels... I'll get over that eventually! Prepare to cringe at my abomination!!
(Warning! Mature content! Don't like, don't read!)
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The possessed Mage held Grayson down, immediately leaning in and kissing the human. This time, is was easy for him to gain entry into his mouth, quickly parting his lips. Grayson felt his tongue rub against his teeth and the sides of his mouth, messing with his own tongue and getting Drake's saliva on it. When Drake's body pulled back, he gasped for breath, glaring up at the possessed hybrid as he noticed how hot his red cheeks felt. He couldn't tell if it was blood from when Drakebrine had bit into his lip, or his and Drake's mixed saliva running down his chin.

"Stop this!" The blonde was finally able to scream, hoping that Drake would gain control again over his body once again.

"Now where would the fun be in that?" He said, before letting go of the ex-commanders wrists.

His arms moved up, grabbing the sides of Grayson jacket. He pulled it off, tossing it onto the floor. Grayson tried desperately to push him away, but the vessel lunged at him, biting his collar bone. He let out a yelp at first, turning into a moan as Drakebrine licked up his neck. The licking turned into nibbling, then rough biting. The blonde whimpered, pain and pleasure sending a shiver down his spine.
He moaned, the hands of his possessed best friend going under his shirt and rubbing his chest again. He grabbed the fabric, pulling it up over the blondes head, momentarily making him pull away from Grayson. The green cloth fell to the stone floor, as the vessel went back to attacking the blonde's neck. Grayson moaned, tears filling his eyes.
He could like this! This was his best friend's body being forced to do this! He couldn't enjoy this! Even so, it was like a part of his mind didn't want his possessed friend to stop, but he refused to accept those thoughts.

"S-stop! Pl-please!" He moaned loudly, trying to scream instead but he couldn't.

"Come on, darling." The demon cooed as he pulled away, his hand resting above Grayson's waist line, gently rubbing him, occasionally slipping his fingers underneath his pants.

He continued to speak. "At least this is Drake's body. You should be happy that I'm giving you what he never will on his own."

The kisses and nibbling from the possessed Mage began to go down Grayson's chest, occasionally licking his pale skin. Some of his rough biting left bruises on the human's chest. The ex-commander let out a moan as Drakebrine's lips pressed against the pink on his chest, licking it before her started nibbling and sucking on it.

  "Dr-Drake!" He found himself moaning his loves name, trying to make himself believe that it really was him.

It didn't bother the demon, instead he continued on. He started to move down the blonde's body, unbuttoning Grayson's pants and pulling them down. Grayson's blue jeans fell to the floor, leaving him in only his black boxers. Grayson's face was a deep red, his face burning in heat. He cursed himself for finding pleasure in this, despite it being against his lovers will. He had to feel more. He had to see Drake in all of his likeness, no matter how wrong it was. He made himself feel sick...
Drake's lips kissed their way down his body, kissing the bulge in his boxers. A moan left Grayson's lips, as Drakebrine's tongue moved up and down the bulge on his boxers, slowly licking him. He closed his teary emerald eyes tight as he let out a groan. Saliva dripped down from the sides of his mouth, getting onto the pillow beneath his head.

  "St-sto..." He couldn't bring himself to try and and stop him anymore. He wanted to feel more.

Slowly, Drakebrine pulled down Grayson's boxers, revealing all of him. He pulled the fabric off of the commander and tossed them onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. Grayson began to fidget as Drake's tongue began to move down his private. He tired to hold back a moan again, but failed miserably yet again.