He was surprised how quickly the blond gave in, feeling the way the other's muscles relaxed through the kiss. Dulled senses aside, he was still hyper aware of the weight of Torin's hand in his. Without breaking the kiss, Raksha maneuvered that hand behind Torin's back, increasing control. Not that there seemed to be any fight in the other male. He kept the kiss going until oxygen was a pressing need then broke away, still with Torin's arm trapped between them. The sharp ache in his injured hand was an intriguing contrast to the pleasure of the kiss and the softness of the blond's skin against his own.
Heedless of the pain, he looped his free arm around Torin's waist, pulling the blond back against him and trapping Torin's arm further. He held the blond's gaze as he leaned in to nip the base of Torin's neck where it met the shoulder. Enough pressure to be felt through the blond's shirt and assert dominance but not enough to leave a mark, not yet.