[ A soft whimper as Essek's tongue laps against Caleb's neck, the expanse revealed to his questing tongue, the teeth firmly in place but that tongue growing hotter and hotter with each sweep and swipe. He was hungry for the years, all of the years he had missed-- suddenly he felt like he had consumed all of Bren's fire for it was thrumming through every vein and every secret part of his soul-- his hand grew warmer with the drugged feeling of Bren's blood-- giving life to them and the tiniest part of a heartbeat he could feel in his chest.
Like butterflies wings learning to fly again, after such a long slumber underneath the coldness of winter.
When Bren arched against him, he felt those fingers in his hair-- erotic in such a simple way, but only this soul had ever been allowed to touch his hair and he gasped as drop upon drop of sanguine bliss touched his tastebuds. All the while his fingers slid underneath tunic, and then slipping downward until his slowly warming fingers skirted into the edge of trousers and finally his hand was burrowed deep inside, searching for something that he knew was there, he needed to feel Bren's throbbing-- feel it in time with the imprint of blood, filling his hands and mouth with life. ]
Bren...
[ Not Caleb's name, though that was unspoken, no-- he recognized the man for who he was, an extension but of his own expiriences and his own autonomy, and finally, finally his searching found prick, each ridge as he remembered it.
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Like butterflies wings learning to fly again, after such a long slumber underneath the coldness of winter.
When Bren arched against him, he felt those fingers in his hair-- erotic in such a simple way, but only this soul had ever been allowed to touch his hair and he gasped as drop upon drop of sanguine bliss touched his tastebuds. All the while his fingers slid underneath tunic, and then slipping downward until his slowly warming fingers skirted into the edge of trousers and finally his hand was burrowed deep inside, searching for something that he knew was there, he needed to feel Bren's throbbing-- feel it in time with the imprint of blood, filling his hands and mouth with life. ]
Bren...
[ Not Caleb's name, though that was unspoken, no-- he recognized the man for who he was, an extension but of his own expiriences and his own autonomy, and finally, finally his searching found prick, each ridge as he remembered it.
Same, but different. ]