Baptiste initially gives Chika a smile that gives a silent answer to that question: perhaps he was both?

Though, truthfully, Baptiste is simply too tempted by risk. A man who had broken nearly every bone in his body at least once in his lifetime - he's well aware of how easily his bones could break. It's precisely that experience that keeps him cocky.

He has crawled his way out of everything so far, and it is inevitable that he'll proudly do it again in time.

The increased pressure on the bite pairs with the stroking of his cock as a burst of sensation. Baptiste's hips buck into the touch as the sound he lets out this time is louder than he'd intended. In "revenge," his hand squeezes at the other's man's cock - thumb tracing just under the head as if to tease him while he's busy attempting to lube up.

"Oh, I could handle that..." Baptiste pants, another stroke causing a hitch in his breath, "But I might be more than you bargained for, darling. You want me to ride you-"

Being called Princess has certainly amused the man, as he tilts his head to offer a twitching smirk up at the other.