[Connor doesn't move for a few moments, even if Asra seems ready for it. He's accustomed to waiting that short period first. But soon he slides himself out and then in again, and lets out a groan as he pulls back to thrust back in again, harder. It's exactly what he needed.

He may not mark easily, but Asra sure does, and Connor notes that the man seems to enjoy it. He rakes his claws up one of Asra's thighs, sharp teeth biting into his shoulder as his hips pound roughly into him. The taste of blood on his tongue sends a thrill through him, one that perhaps he wouldn't feel normally.]