He just couldn't look away from those eyes, nor wanted to do so. The expression to them made him feel as if he were a deer and Lessard a wolf; prey and predator.<br/>Yes, that was it. The look in his eyes was predatorial.. And enough to make River want to surrender, submit. Worship.<br/>Quite blatantly ; if the man hadn't had this look in his eyes, River wouldn't be half as horny as he was. A detached Master was all fine and dandy, but something of an animal had to show. Something dangerous beneath the layers of discipline.<br/><br/>At first he hardly felt the cut. The blade used was probably very sharp. But then it bloomed, and it was strong, fingers of pain clawing through his chest, making it hard to breath. He was actually quite glad Lessard pinned him down, in some remote part of his brain. If not, the blade would had cut deeper when he arched breathlessly.<br/>It was starting to mess with his head, though. He had problems focussing now, the sounds he made seemed to come from someone else.<br/><br/>A quiet "Hnn....," escaped him as Lessard pressed his finger to the new cut. Not just the pressure, but also the salt of the man's fingertip bit him, evoking a near snake-like squirm out of the boy.<br/><br/>When he felt a gentle touch to his lips, smelled iron so close, he had to collect himself to understand what was happening, then licked, carefully, hesitantly, at the lips so close, sharing the taste of his blood with him.<br/>He hoped he hadn't crossed a boundary with this.. He craved so much the feel of the man's kiss, hoping it would be just as violent as the man itself seemed to be, just as dangerous.