[His Essek. Bren breathed his name like he was pleading, or was that praying? Just kissing him alone was the brightest moment of his life, but he wanted more. Memories that he couldn't remember -- left only with the shapes of them carved out inside him, empty and waiting to be filled -- ached with sweetness that flooded through him at the lingering taste of those lips.
With longing in his eyes, in his touch, in the way that he gripped at the other man, held him close, he took in those kiss-swollen lips, those fine, sharp features. His breath caught at the way the other man moved against him, but it was the words that nearly stole all the air from his lungs at once.
Blue eyes, the color of the daytime sky that had been stolen from Essek, widened. Bren had been hurt, had been broken in so many ways, had been made into a monster in form and in function -- and oh it was not fair that he was keeping that secret from Essek. He couldn't bear to tell him now, couldn't bear to see disgust or hatred in his eyes. In the end, Bren was selfish and he wanted that, to feel wanted, loved, safe.]
I have been so very afraid, for such a long time... [He admitted quietly. Terror and anxiety were his closest companions in many ways.] But I am not afraid anymore, not here, not with you. [He leaned closer, the softest touch of his lips to Essek's, barely contact at all.] But I will protect you too, from whatever danger. [Even if that danger is me.]
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[His Essek. Bren breathed his name like he was pleading, or was that praying? Just kissing him alone was the brightest moment of his life, but he wanted more. Memories that he couldn't remember -- left only with the shapes of them carved out inside him, empty and waiting to be filled -- ached with sweetness that flooded through him at the lingering taste of those lips.
With longing in his eyes, in his touch, in the way that he gripped at the other man, held him close, he took in those kiss-swollen lips, those fine, sharp features. His breath caught at the way the other man moved against him, but it was the words that nearly stole all the air from his lungs at once.
Blue eyes, the color of the daytime sky that had been stolen from Essek, widened. Bren had been hurt, had been broken in so many ways, had been made into a monster in form and in function -- and oh it was not fair that he was keeping that secret from Essek. He couldn't bear to tell him now, couldn't bear to see disgust or hatred in his eyes. In the end, Bren was selfish and he wanted that, to feel wanted, loved, safe.]
I have been so very afraid, for such a long time... [He admitted quietly. Terror and anxiety were his closest companions in many ways.] But I am not afraid anymore, not here, not with you. [He leaned closer, the softest touch of his lips to Essek's, barely contact at all.] But I will protect you too, from whatever danger. [Even if that danger is me.]