[Bren could get used to that endearment -- had already gotten used to it really, to the sheer and unmistakable affection that was threaded through the syllables -- and found himself smiling at the sound of it. The smile was still on his lips as Essek kissed him. His eyes drew shut, lips parting to invite Essek in. He didn't know if Vampires truly needed invitations, but everything about Bren right now was fully inviting, his lips, his heart, his body, all open to the attentions of this beautiful man whose soul had been calling to his.
He barely noticed the sharper parts of that kiss save for the taste of his own blood on Essek's tongue as he kissed him with just as much further. A soft gasp to his mouth as he was pushed, leaning back into the couch with the force of that hand. His hands were not still, could not be still, finding the bottom of that simple, soft shirt that Essek wore and slipping beneath it.
He let fingers explore, the sharp angles and delicious curves of that lithe body, like returning to some familiar favorite place and treading on new and fascinating ground simultaneously. One hand slipped around to his back, up the curve of his spine before dragging down, nails to skin.
Arching up against him, there was something near feral in the need that was surfacing, a growing need that was so strong it threatened to consume him if it was note sated.]
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Date: 2023-04-05 06:06 am (UTC)He barely noticed the sharper parts of that kiss save for the taste of his own blood on Essek's tongue as he kissed him with just as much further. A soft gasp to his mouth as he was pushed, leaning back into the couch with the force of that hand. His hands were not still, could not be still, finding the bottom of that simple, soft shirt that Essek wore and slipping beneath it.
He let fingers explore, the sharp angles and delicious curves of that lithe body, like returning to some familiar favorite place and treading on new and fascinating ground simultaneously. One hand slipped around to his back, up the curve of his spine before dragging down, nails to skin.
Arching up against him, there was something near feral in the need that was surfacing, a growing need that was so strong it threatened to consume him if it was note sated.]