He could sweat on his brow, but he didn't wonder or think about it. It was there, and would probably break out on the rest of his body soon enough. This man was<em>good</em>and he found he had been starved for just what this man was giving him. All of the other whores he'd been with didn't compare, they didn't even come close. And he'd not return to the other brothels now he had had a taste of Lessard.<br/><br/>His breath caught in his chest when Lessard leaned in and his eyes followed him. The fact the tip of his tongue lapped up his precum made him whimper. Not the feel of it, which was divine on its own, but to see him do it. And there was nothing, nothing at all, submissive in the gesture.<br/>He had to press his hips into the bed or they would have bucked upwards and he wanted to give him all the freedom he needed. But, god... How he wanted to.<br/><br/>Swallowing, he nodded, a quiet "Yes sir" dropping form his lips, still looking at Lessard between his legs. He wouldn't.. Would he..?<br/>He did!<br/>Breathing in sharply, he pressed into the bed again, hands balling into fists. He couldn't look. The feeling on itself was enough to break him in half. If he'd look.. he knew he'd explode.<br/>River's face turned crimson, but not out of shyness. He fought himself. To not move. To not cry out. His breath escaped him quivering, his body shuddering on the sheets.<br/>But then he felt the teeth and he gasped out.<br/>"Ah.. careful...," he whispered "Y-you'll make.. I.. not yet, please..?"<br/><br/>Now sweat did break out all over his body, covering him in a thin sheet that caught the light in the room, making the young man shine as if his inner glow wasn't shining enough yet.