If you could break me, dear sir. The last and only to succeed was an actual demon of lust. You might find your work cut out. But the challenge is enticing.

[His breathy chuckle gives away how pleased he is for that clench and his hand slides up to find the hem of his pants and slip inside instead, more than a little grateful he'd chosen to leave Erik's pants open. It made making a nuisance of wandering fingers against warming skin much easier. They slide down along the firm muscle of his ass and toy a touch along the inside of one cheek.]

I wonder what- ah!

[His fingers in Erik's hair grip tight as they can for the mark sucked into his neck and he leans into it. He's not sure about wearing the bite marks themselves, not yet, but bruises. Oh, bruises could most certainly stay. He liked marks on any day, but marks placed by people who caught his eye so thoroughly...he'd wear them with the pride and honor they deserved.

He pulls slightly, invitation for Erik to pull back, if he will, so Chris might reclaim his mouth with an eager delve of his tongue.]