The deep and menacing predatory gleam flickered to life in Lessard's dark brown eyes at the look of the most basic and desperate pleading that River gazed at him with. It sent a glorious shudder down his spine to see just how needy he could make a person; to watch as any foolish boundaries of shame or pride were broken. "Watch yourself now... If you dirty my clothing, you will be cleaning it..." He commented, his tone several octaves lower, firmer than it had been previously. The nod down to the boy's hardened length made it clear just what he was speaking of.<br/><br/>"Tell me..." He began again, leaning forward slowly to flick his tongue in a slow, hot movement over a dusky pink nipple. "Do you think you are a good boy...? That you deserve more of the delights I can give?" As if to show that he was fully capable of loosing the control he prided himself on, the whore parted his lips and bit down sharply upon the hardened bud, a small growling sound rumbling within his throat as he tasted the coppery note of blood, a hand moving to toy with the bleeding nipple to bring more crimson fluid to the surface. The answer to the question often gave a good indication of the sort of submissive he was dealing with and Lessard was sure to pay attention even as he jerked his knee upward once again to slowly scrape the rough fabric of his leggings over sensitive flesh.<br/><br/>Still waiting for a response, those dangerous teeth trailed slowly downwards, his back arching slightly as he trailed nibbles and the occasional hard bite to wonderfully silken flesh, purring hotly against the boy's stomach. He was beautiful. Such a shame he had already been touched by so many...