[ The contact, however brief seemed to play against Essek's stomach in the most impossible of ways; like a batallion of butterflies to conquer the fragile mess that was his feelings. He was certain he could protect this man, he was stronger now-- made so, he had power now-- more power than he'd had 150 years ago; he would he able to protect Bren like he had not been able to Caleb and< his family.
Oh he would avenge their deaths, he would do it for Caleb and for Bren, would sacrifice Trent Ikithon on the altar of what the past deserved.
But for right now, he nuzzled their noses together, sweetly disarming before he took Bren's hand and pulled away, to lead him toward the chaise lounge. The memories of evenings spent there, of magic discovery-- and other discoveries as well. They would only do as much as Bren was comfortable with but at the very least they could settle on the couch and touch and taste each other. It was with great ceremony that he guided the man toward the shadows of the couch. ]
I do not want you to fear me, Chathiu, though I know that it can be hard to trust sometimes, I only want to hold you in safety.
[ He would let Bren sit down first and then Essek would join him, and then slowly Essek could relearn the ways that this soul had made him hum, relearn every angle and inch of him-- the sweetness or a hitched breath when he touched him just right or the way that he may come undone with a well placed bite and lick to the inside of thighs. All of these things to re-discover, and he was able to do so, he looked forward to it-- to every single bout of discovery between them ]
Will you be my throne to sit on, Bren?
[ his fingers stroked against that jawline as felt the barest hint of catch from not shaving for 24 hours, that too caused a thrill as he wondered how it would feel against other parts of his body, with Bren rubbing against him like a cat-- scent marking ]
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Date: 2023-04-01 01:17 pm (UTC)Oh he would avenge their deaths, he would do it for Caleb and for Bren, would sacrifice Trent Ikithon on the altar of what the past deserved.
But for right now, he nuzzled their noses together, sweetly disarming before he took Bren's hand and pulled away, to lead him toward the chaise lounge. The memories of evenings spent there, of magic discovery-- and other discoveries as well. They would only do as much as Bren was comfortable with but at the very least they could settle on the couch and touch and taste each other. It was with great ceremony that he guided the man toward the shadows of the couch. ]
I do not want you to fear me, Chathiu, though I know that it can be hard to trust sometimes, I only want to hold you in safety.
[ He would let Bren sit down first and then Essek would join him, and then slowly Essek could relearn the ways that this soul had made him hum, relearn every angle and inch of him-- the sweetness or a hitched breath when he touched him just right or the way that he may come undone with a well placed bite and lick to the inside of thighs. All of these things to re-discover, and he was able to do so, he looked forward to it-- to every single bout of discovery between them ]
Will you be my throne to sit on, Bren?
[ his fingers stroked against that jawline as felt the barest hint of catch from not shaving for 24 hours, that too caused a thrill as he wondered how it would feel against other parts of his body, with Bren rubbing against him like a cat-- scent marking ]