[ Essek had already been invited, however the very subtle reading of the mood around them was a courtesy, to make sure that it was truly what Bren wanted, that it wasn't merely a languor driven by the euphoria of taking blood had engendered within the other man. It was the one thing that made Essek a cut above the rest of the vampires within the coven, it was the fact that he was mindful-- but also, perfunctory with expectations placed clearly before all whom he took blood from.
This defied that though, even Essek understood the way that this set apart. This was not a business arrangement or a deal; this was not in return for any favors, luxuries or power moves. For the fact that it was in a different tier, Essek took the sustenance and wanted love in addition to.
For he was possessive, this man belonged to him. And it was purely debatable as to whom was getting the better deal out of it; his fingers curled into those locks of hair as he followed Bren down onto the couch, resting against that chest as fingers performed an exploration that had happened countless times before; and was all coming back to him now in this moment. His body was warmer than it had been previously, but still cool according to Bren's body; a coolness that could only be remedied by blood.
His fingers tightened and he ripped his mouth away, a dark panting as he struggled for breath-- his chest bursting with air, and then just as quickly his lips attached to jawline, teeth and then he bit down lightly, licking the spot revealed-- then an inch further down while his tongue swirled and lapped. And slowly as he used his free hand to shove fabric of Bren's tunic aside, he was carving an intricate path downward made up of the sum of his teeth. ]
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Date: 2023-04-05 03:32 pm (UTC)This defied that though, even Essek understood the way that this set apart. This was not a business arrangement or a deal; this was not in return for any favors, luxuries or power moves. For the fact that it was in a different tier, Essek took the sustenance and wanted love in addition to.
For he was possessive, this man belonged to him. And it was purely debatable as to whom was getting the better deal out of it; his fingers curled into those locks of hair as he followed Bren down onto the couch, resting against that chest as fingers performed an exploration that had happened countless times before; and was all coming back to him now in this moment. His body was warmer than it had been previously, but still cool according to Bren's body; a coolness that could only be remedied by blood.
His fingers tightened and he ripped his mouth away, a dark panting as he struggled for breath-- his chest bursting with air, and then just as quickly his lips attached to jawline, teeth and then he bit down lightly, licking the spot revealed-- then an inch further down while his tongue swirled and lapped. And slowly as he used his free hand to shove fabric of Bren's tunic aside, he was carving an intricate path downward made up of the sum of his teeth. ]