[ The very soft touch against his cheek and Essek felt a quiver within him like a glow, he looked up at Bren from where he stood, and for a moment those normally hooded eyes communicated such a raw desperate longing, a kindness that he had not received in a while. A sweet touch from someone who had been starved for it-- and the frission of feeling was so very similar to how he'd felt every time Caleb touched him like so.
He felt so very raw from the power that forced it's way through him at the touch. It was magnetic and pulsing, and it made something deep inside him sing.
But he did not flush, his skin would not allow for that, it still maintained it's coolness. He busily set himself to work with the measurements, making sure that the height was the same (it was, to the centimeter). Then their was the measure from shoulder to shoulder, yet another read that was perfectly in line with the information that he had stored in his mind. He remembered the first time he'd taken Caleb's measurements, he remembered Caleb flirting with him, attempting to get him under skin enough that he would have to pull him to the couch in the corner.
It had worked; of course it had worked well enough that they'd become a messy greedy mess twined on that same couch, with Caleb pushing into him while pinning his hands above him. Another deep breath as he attempted to push that memory back, the tape caught around that waist where there was a marked difference. ]
It is my intention to make it so that you are safe within these walls Bren.. it is the least I can do for you, as well as for him. [ Then he casts a wry smile up at Bren while he works to measure things like wrists and elbows to forearms ] Though once again, your offer to organize the library is muchly appreciated.
[ That is when Essek took a knee on the dais and leaned down, the edge of the tape he settled against Bren's ankle and then carefully he started to pull it upward, slowly and methodically measuring the inseam, from ankle to right where leg stopped ]
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He felt so very raw from the power that forced it's way through him at the touch. It was magnetic and pulsing, and it made something deep inside him sing.
But he did not flush, his skin would not allow for that, it still maintained it's coolness. He busily set himself to work with the measurements, making sure that the height was the same (it was, to the centimeter). Then their was the measure from shoulder to shoulder, yet another read that was perfectly in line with the information that he had stored in his mind. He remembered the first time he'd taken Caleb's measurements, he remembered Caleb flirting with him, attempting to get him under skin enough that he would have to pull him to the couch in the corner.
It had worked; of course it had worked well enough that they'd become a messy greedy mess twined on that same couch, with Caleb pushing into him while pinning his hands above him. Another deep breath as he attempted to push that memory back, the tape caught around that waist where there was a marked difference. ]
It is my intention to make it so that you are safe within these walls Bren.. it is the least I can do for you, as well as for him. [ Then he casts a wry smile up at Bren while he works to measure things like wrists and elbows to forearms ] Though once again, your offer to organize the library is muchly appreciated.
[ That is when Essek took a knee on the dais and leaned down, the edge of the tape he settled against Bren's ankle and then carefully he started to pull it upward, slowly and methodically measuring the inseam, from ankle to right where leg stopped ]