Metal dragged across his scorching skin and Krauser gasped – a shallow intake of breath barely there.
Leon smiled a feral smile, raw at the edge like his knife on Krauser's dick, tracing his possession deeper than just words and fucking. Krauser's hand clenched tight into long hair and he yanked Leon's head back.
A snarl, then, at Leon's ear and a sharpness that was so fucking good, piercing to bone it felt, and he crashed into orgasm with a guttural sound. Krauser was close behind, knifepoint breaking skin as he growled his release, thrusting helplessly into white-blinding, twisted pain.