Ereuvir nuzzles back a bit and then shifts to add more bruises to the first on Ashley's neck. He doesn't seem to be a particularly brutal lover, at least not for the sake of being brutal, but there's a caged viciousness in some of his movements, not so much painful or violent as just committed, inexorable.

His grip on Ashley's cock turns a little firmer, more purposeful, the other arm wound around his chest to hold him tighter against him. Ereuvir isn't doing a whole lot of moving, other than his mouth and that hand, but it's clear from the way he's got Ashley pulled down in his lap, that that's because he's letting Ashley do most of the moving for him as he writhes.

He makes a small, amused sound at Ashley's title for him, but he doesn't correct either the designation or the possessive, at least not at the moment.