Every motion, no matter how slight was like poetry to Lessard and his eyes watched with a steadily growing hunger as River writhed and cried out so beautifully for him, a satisfied smile curling upon his features. While he was no mindreader, he could tell quite easily that the boy wanted more, wanted to feel the sharper stings that he could offer and he chuckled softly at the weak whisper that passed those rosy lips, tilting is head thoughtfully to one side.<br/><br/>"More, you say.." His eyes caught the glitter of precum lingering upon the tip, trailing down the side of the boy's hardened length and he smirked, being unable to resist the temptation of taste. Without warning, he leaned downward and ran the very tip of his tongue in a slow, teasing line up the heated flesh, allowing himself a low groan at the slightly salty taste, flicking his tongue against the very tip before moving away. "Your taste... I rather like it..." He purred, sliding slowly to kneel between forcibly spread legs, his gaze shifting from the boy's throbbing heat to flushed face.<br/><br/>"For every time your hips move from the bed... You will receive one less scar. We begin at five, for today..." It was a fine test of the submissive's will and, carefully tucking his hair behind is ears, Lessard leaned forward, thumb and forefinger lightly gripping the base to give him plenty of room. His lips closed firmly over the tip of River's erection and he sucked slowly, those dark and predatory eyes fixed upon his client's, wishing to see the expression of bliss that would blossom there. Very gently, knowing that tolerance varied from person to person, he dragged teeth over the smooth head with a featherlight motion; testing the waters for future use.