[ Essek had been aware of how close he was though he'd attempted to deny it, or to ignore it. The way that Bren stood there as still as the hour before dawn. He traded a look with the other man before he completed that measurement and mentally marked it down. Except as he was doing so, he felt the sweet pulse of something, something bright and hot. He knew this scent, it was a scent that he was confronted with at the club that he liked to attend; the club was full of it but he attempted to ignore it.
Somehow though, that sweet scent coming from Bren? It was near impossible to ignore. Someone with less instincts than him would've been able to see the way that the blood started to fill out in the shape of a hard line against trousers.
Hunger spiked through him, a mind-numbing sort of hunger that was rooted in so much of what he had remembered. He'd not touched anyone else since Caleb, had never wanted to however he wanted to touch that man now, wanted to cup that arousal and knead it underneath the palm of his hand, slow and deep until this man was a panting mess above him.
What would happen if he unbuttoned fastenings and then pressed a kiss to the skin just between where balls met shaft, and he bit down until he could taste semen and blood dance over his tongue in a taste that was fully this man. He felt nearly sick with hunger as he moved to measure the other side. He did not need to measure the other side, and yet?
He did ]
I could see you in leather pants, you know. I may have to measure your hips..
[ And cross that measuring tape just around hips, around the press of shaft against fabric ]
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Somehow though, that sweet scent coming from Bren? It was near impossible to ignore. Someone with less instincts than him would've been able to see the way that the blood started to fill out in the shape of a hard line against trousers.
Hunger spiked through him, a mind-numbing sort of hunger that was rooted in so much of what he had remembered. He'd not touched anyone else since Caleb, had never wanted to however he wanted to touch that man now, wanted to cup that arousal and knead it underneath the palm of his hand, slow and deep until this man was a panting mess above him.
What would happen if he unbuttoned fastenings and then pressed a kiss to the skin just between where balls met shaft, and he bit down until he could taste semen and blood dance over his tongue in a taste that was fully this man. He felt nearly sick with hunger as he moved to measure the other side. He did not need to measure the other side, and yet?
He did ]
I could see you in leather pants, you know. I may have to measure your hips..
[ And cross that measuring tape just around hips, around the press of shaft against fabric ]