There actually bloomed a blush at Lessard's compliment. Granted, River, if dressed, did turn heads in the streets. But, when undressed, most would not care to look all too close. The compliment was very welcome, indeed.<br/><br/>It was getting harder to keep his eyes open, they wouldn't go open all the way anymore, his eyelids hooding his eyes. But he did meet and lock unto the man's stare, feeling it drive into the very heart of him, and Lessard's words were true ; there was hunger in them. A passionate, greedy, needy desire for everything Lessard could do to him.<br/>He couldn't stop a low groan at the man's intonation and would have spread his legs wider, eager to give the man room, if he had room to move in when he felt the leg slide then nudge against the centre of his fire.<br/><br/>The words that followed made him quiver, lips parting to give room to a breath just as quivering, something that evolved into a long drawn-out moan when the pressure against his balls and craving erection became firmer and painful. His back arched from the bed, quivers running wild through his frame.<br/>"God, yes,<em>please</em>....," he moaned, eyes closing briefly before he was able to get some sort of hold on them again and look up at Lessard. This time, however, the look in his eyes was more a plea. A fiery hot, melting, passionate, submissive plea for more.