[ That was the truest form of consent that Essek could've been given. It was that slight lolling to the side, the soft baring of neck; the way that fabric of tunic parted. How he'd clocked the way that the barest hint of red sprigs of chest hair was revealed by the opening, something else he'd always been fascinated by. And thus did Essek pull Bren in close to him, fingers keeping that body there as he let out a soft murmur of endearments in a language that only Caleb inside would know.
And then slowly, sinfully-- teeth dug against those two freckles and the flesh gave so deliciously; he barely had to apply pressure to it in the fact that it gave readily, and immediately blood pumped as if answering his tongue, which swabbed near greedily that which was given to him with no hesitation.
His eyes closed in absolute bliss as the taste of him engulfed his ever sense and set a flowing heat and warmth through him. Now, Essek had found out quickly that taking of blood was important but it was necessary, the vessal usually some amount of pleasure-- but for Essek it was perfunctory. However taking blood from his mate had been a ceremony, a ritual-- something that transcended the act of feeding; a reverent act of love and trust. And gods was Essek drawn into that even as his hand on Bren's hip slowly slid underneath tunic to touch against skin, cool fingers that would soon warm with the potency of his lover's blood.
With a truemate, blood went much further, much longer-- would bring a glow to him and a flush to his cheeks; even small portion. ]
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And then slowly, sinfully-- teeth dug against those two freckles and the flesh gave so deliciously; he barely had to apply pressure to it in the fact that it gave readily, and immediately blood pumped as if answering his tongue, which swabbed near greedily that which was given to him with no hesitation.
His eyes closed in absolute bliss as the taste of him engulfed his ever sense and set a flowing heat and warmth through him. Now, Essek had found out quickly that taking of blood was important but it was necessary, the vessal usually some amount of pleasure-- but for Essek it was perfunctory. However taking blood from his mate had been a ceremony, a ritual-- something that transcended the act of feeding; a reverent act of love and trust. And gods was Essek drawn into that even as his hand on Bren's hip slowly slid underneath tunic to touch against skin, cool fingers that would soon warm with the potency of his lover's blood.
With a truemate, blood went much further, much longer-- would bring a glow to him and a flush to his cheeks; even small portion. ]