[Bren's eyes widen in that moment when those teeth pierced his neck, the sudden overlap of reality and dream come to a realization. Vampire. The instincts that should have ruled him as a werewolf should have recognized this as an enemy. All the things that Trent had spent years drilling into his head about terror and pain and violence race through his mind before being washed away by that wash of safety and protection.
All of that was wrong. Essek had taken him in, kept him warm and clean and fed and been nothing but kind to him. Then the bliss crashed into him, like moonlight spilling through a window, setting every cell in him aglow in shimmering, scintillating light. There was no pain in this, only a wellspring of pleasure that stole the breath from his lips.
After that initial moment of tension, everything in Bren relaxed, easing back against Essek, his posture a perfect expression of trust and building desire. Memories that weren't his bubbled up, a first kiss in the shade of a tree, the first time he felt the piercing of these teeth in his neck, softly reassuring his lover that there was no way that he could hurt him, that he wanted this, wanted him no matter what he had been turned into; the sound of laughter as Essek scolded him for having managed to smear ink across his cheek rather than the paper.
So much was still a blur, still beyond his grasp -- and that other fragment of his soul was still kept caged behind a barrier that Bren could not understand -- but he clung to those pieces, clung to the ecstasy that still rolled over him.
His stomach caved beneath that touch, a fluttering feeling that started low in his belly and swept up to speed his heartbeat.]
Essek... [One hand slipped up, fingers finding their way into his hair, urging him on, all encouragement.]
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Date: 2023-03-28 11:52 pm (UTC)All of that was wrong. Essek had taken him in, kept him warm and clean and fed and been nothing but kind to him. Then the bliss crashed into him, like moonlight spilling through a window, setting every cell in him aglow in shimmering, scintillating light. There was no pain in this, only a wellspring of pleasure that stole the breath from his lips.
After that initial moment of tension, everything in Bren relaxed, easing back against Essek, his posture a perfect expression of trust and building desire. Memories that weren't his bubbled up, a first kiss in the shade of a tree, the first time he felt the piercing of these teeth in his neck, softly reassuring his lover that there was no way that he could hurt him, that he wanted this, wanted him no matter what he had been turned into; the sound of laughter as Essek scolded him for having managed to smear ink across his cheek rather than the paper.
So much was still a blur, still beyond his grasp -- and that other fragment of his soul was still kept caged behind a barrier that Bren could not understand -- but he clung to those pieces, clung to the ecstasy that still rolled over him.
His stomach caved beneath that touch, a fluttering feeling that started low in his belly and swept up to speed his heartbeat.]
Essek... [One hand slipped up, fingers finding their way into his hair, urging him on, all encouragement.]