Lessard's growl had him shaking, a quiet moan slipping from his lips, full of craving, but quickly muffled by the man's mouth.<br/>River didn't want to move. At all. But his hand gripping his chin while his mouth was invaded added to the kiss in its own way. It said he was his. It hinted of more. And he wanted so much more.<br/>It didn't take him by surprise, at least not much, when Lessard pulled his tongue out of his mouth and bit and suckled on it. The way his tongue was held led him to believe he'd not be able to move it. If he had wanted such.<br/>He hadn't been disappointed.. Lessard's kiss<em>was</em>violent. Dangerous. And oh so dominating..<br/><br/>A whimper escaped him when he released him, lips remaining parted while his tongue slid along them. There was this wonderful, tingling pain to it. For some reason he had half a mind to ask him if he wanted a blowjob. Maybe to make the pain reach further back and down into his throat.<br/>Not that he saw it his place to ask even something like this.<br/><br/>Listening to the words spoken, he smiled slightly, then bit his lower lip when Lessard's nails -so close to his erection- introduced the slightest of pains to his abdomen, causing muscle to clench and relax, creating a wave under the scarred porcelain of his skin.