[Bren would make no secrets that this was what he wanted, and that it went so far beyond the ecstasy of having his blood stole from him by those wicked teeth and perfect lips. The cool skin beneath his fingers only served to make Bren want to warm Essek up, to share the heat that he knew burned in him, coursed in his veins. To hold him close but also be held in turn, to stir up the same desire in the other man that he could feel threatening to overflow from himself at any moment.
The weight of Essek atop him was comforting -- though he did wonder that it was somewhat less than expected, not quite familiar enough with the other man's magic to entirely understand.
His hands could not be stilled, too eager to touch all of him, as if he refused to neglect even an inch of that perfect, soft skin. Nails dug in intermittently, matched to the way that kiss intensified, until it broke. Bren could himself gasping, breathless himself, opening his eyes to fix a lust-hazy gaze on the other man before Essek was at his throat. His head fell back once more in eager invitation, voice catching on each sharp pierce of teeth, each soothing kiss of tongue.]
Gods, Starlight... [The old endearment, from a lifetime before this was on his lips without his realizing where it had come from, only that it was right. His fingers caught once more in Essek's shirt, tugging, trying to urge it up even if it would mean a momentary interruption of that sinful mouth on his body.]
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Date: 2023-04-05 06:53 pm (UTC)The weight of Essek atop him was comforting -- though he did wonder that it was somewhat less than expected, not quite familiar enough with the other man's magic to entirely understand.
His hands could not be stilled, too eager to touch all of him, as if he refused to neglect even an inch of that perfect, soft skin. Nails dug in intermittently, matched to the way that kiss intensified, until it broke. Bren could himself gasping, breathless himself, opening his eyes to fix a lust-hazy gaze on the other man before Essek was at his throat. His head fell back once more in eager invitation, voice catching on each sharp pierce of teeth, each soothing kiss of tongue.]
Gods, Starlight... [The old endearment, from a lifetime before this was on his lips without his realizing where it had come from, only that it was right. His fingers caught once more in Essek's shirt, tugging, trying to urge it up even if it would mean a momentary interruption of that sinful mouth on his body.]