A slow, wicked smile spread across angular features when the begging reached his ears. Given more access, he nipped his way up Torin's neck. Paused for a harder one just shy of the jugular, enough to leave a mark. Briefly wondered how far the blond would let him go without any resistance. It'd been a long time since he'd been given the opportunity for this much control with a partner. It took effort to remember that they were both human, disappointing not to have stronger and sharper nails at his disposal. He supposed Torin was lucky; Raksha wanted rough and lacking the tiger's strength meant he was less likely to injure the blond. At least not by accident.
He used the hold on Torin to maneuver the blond against the wall. Lacking furniture to bend him over, that would have to do. And it freed his injured hand, which was still complaining about being used with no regard for its injury. Switching the grip on Torin's trapped arm to said injured hand allowed him more flexibility. "More what?" The question was knife-edged and teasing, forcing the blond to clarify. As he spoke, uninjured fingers made their way beneath Torin's shirt and stroked along the waistband of his pants.