[No surviving it at all, no coming out unscathed, but Bren had accepted this fact. He tried not to hold his breath as that tape wrapped around his hips, as he could feel that scant pressure against his prick that was absolutely not getting hard in his trousers (it absolutely was and he cursed himself for it, but that helped nothing at all.)
He would have breathed a sign of relief (or was it longing?) when Essek stood up, but the other man was not yet done it seemed. His eyes fixed on Essek's, caught by those exquisitely jeweled galaxies, watching right until the Drow slipped out of his sight and to behind him.
The touch of that tape measure had his chin lifting reflexively, breath catching yet again. His eyes shut, going still with as close as the other man was. Oh. Those words were not fair at all. Something tightened low in his belly, something hot that ran deeper than it had any right to, straight to the heart of him.]
Am I? [A swallow, a breath.] I want to be... good for you.
[Gods help him he was in far too deep and he wasn't even sure when it had happened.]
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He would have breathed a sign of relief (or was it longing?) when Essek stood up, but the other man was not yet done it seemed. His eyes fixed on Essek's, caught by those exquisitely jeweled galaxies, watching right until the Drow slipped out of his sight and to behind him.
The touch of that tape measure had his chin lifting reflexively, breath catching yet again. His eyes shut, going still with as close as the other man was. Oh. Those words were not fair at all. Something tightened low in his belly, something hot that ran deeper than it had any right to, straight to the heart of him.]
Am I? [A swallow, a breath.] I want to be... good for you.
[Gods help him he was in far too deep and he wasn't even sure when it had happened.]