He probably would, eventually, but for the moment he just pounced again, it was somehow more playful, if only marginally, than the one before, knocking Corinth back to the floor again.
He snapped his teeth just once before burying his face against the other man's throat, one hand scrabbling along his side for a moment before splaying flat against his belly, not hesitating as much as waiting for an opportune moment, his hand sliding lower a moment later, tugging at the button and zip of Corinth's pants.