[Bren had kissed other people in his life, before Trent found him, the wolves he'd been given to as a mate, but it was nothing like this, could not even come close to comparing to the feeling of Essek's lips meeting his for the first time. For the millionth time. His heart immediately surged as if it intended to gain wings and beat its way straight out of his chest. Maybe it would, and he wouldn't do anything to stop it if it meant breaking away even a moment from this kiss.
He murmured a soft sound as their lips slotted closer together. He could taste him, familiar, like some ambrosia he'd forgotten before this moment. Gods help him he was not prepared for this, but he never wanted it to end.
His arms wound around Essek's waist, pulling him closer reflexively, as if his body remembered the things that his mind had forgotten, that this was where the other man belonged. He was warmer than those fleeting touches he'd noted before when Essek helped him shave.
Another low sound as his tongue dipped past those parted lips, tasting that hint of blood -- his blood -- and of life, flowing and shared between the both of him. His fingers gripped tightly at the soft fabric of Essek's shirt.]
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He murmured a soft sound as their lips slotted closer together. He could taste him, familiar, like some ambrosia he'd forgotten before this moment. Gods help him he was not prepared for this, but he never wanted it to end.
His arms wound around Essek's waist, pulling him closer reflexively, as if his body remembered the things that his mind had forgotten, that this was where the other man belonged. He was warmer than those fleeting touches he'd noted before when Essek helped him shave.
Another low sound as his tongue dipped past those parted lips, tasting that hint of blood -- his blood -- and of life, flowing and shared between the both of him. His fingers gripped tightly at the soft fabric of Essek's shirt.]