The whore didn't stop, but at least he no longer used his teeth on him. River was certain that he would have exploded if Lessard had kept that up. And he didn't want to come. Not yet, anyway. Not like this.<br/>Somehow it felt as if he would desecrate him if he would shoot his load in that demanding mouth.<br/>River did toss his head from side to side. It was still a hell of a job to not cave under the blowjob. The moan he heard was answered with a whimper. He nearly lost it there.<br/>His hips, however, did not buck upwards, wanting all promised marks too badly to fail this.<br/><br/>Improve his tolerance. That would be welcome to River. He hadn't needed it all too much in the past, but.. he had a feeling he would if he were to return here for.. another session with Lessard.<br/>Eyes opened to watch down a quivering, sweaty form and he felt his lips curl into a smile. His eyes didn't open all the way anymore. Both body and mind where warm, hazy and completely focussed on the other man.<br/><br/>His breath hitched when Lessard ravaged a small spot on his inner thigh, his back arching form the sheets slightly while he attempted to lay still so he shouldn't have to follow his leg upwards.<br/>If all his marks were like this, he wondered if he would make it to the fifth. He was adamant, though, to keep it up.<br/><br/>When he released, he let out a quiet breath, then swallowed when he saw Lessard reach higher, shuddering in delight at the one spoken word so close to his nipple.<br/>This man would break him.<br/>He wanted it so badly he could taste it.