[ The arousal had sharpened to a keen point and Essek scented where it flared-- he'd felt the arousal and it had pulled him, alongside the naked and raw longing in those beautiful blue eyes; eyes that he could've gotten lost in, eyes that pulled at his soul. He was hard, of course he was hard-- he was never not within a semi-hard state, but he throbbed within his loose fitting lounge pants-- a testament to his utter lack of control.
He stood their, barely calculating the measurements of that neck because all he could hear was the steady thick way that blood circulated through arteries and veins, the subtly quickening breath and that pale flesh that looked like everything he wanted. Two new freckles stood out on that neck, lingering precariously close to where he had often times bit into flesh, his favorite spot-- Caleb's favorite spot, where his teeth could easily sink in like a knife to butter.
Would Bren be pliant there? Would skin bear memory of what had been before? He inhaled with his nose brushing and his fingertips slipping to grasp at angular hips.
He could not resist the way his mouth parted and then his tongue dragged against flesh while he poised on the precipice, reading Bren's own reaction and ready to draw away if the reaction was less than favorable. But gods how he wanted to eat this gorgeous man, to slip his teeth in and bury his hand in trousers, like how he did with Caleb.
And the moan that came from Lord Thelyss was nearly tortured from the longing]
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He stood their, barely calculating the measurements of that neck because all he could hear was the steady thick way that blood circulated through arteries and veins, the subtly quickening breath and that pale flesh that looked like everything he wanted. Two new freckles stood out on that neck, lingering precariously close to where he had often times bit into flesh, his favorite spot-- Caleb's favorite spot, where his teeth could easily sink in like a knife to butter.
Would Bren be pliant there? Would skin bear memory of what had been before? He inhaled with his nose brushing and his fingertips slipping to grasp at angular hips.
He could not resist the way his mouth parted and then his tongue dragged against flesh while he poised on the precipice, reading Bren's own reaction and ready to draw away if the reaction was less than favorable. But gods how he wanted to eat this gorgeous man, to slip his teeth in and bury his hand in trousers, like how he did with Caleb.
And the moan that came from Lord Thelyss was nearly tortured from the longing]