[ He wanted Bren wrecked and debauched underneath him, with kiss and teeth bruised skin, with hazy eyes and swollen lips. There was not a few more beautiful than that. When he heard the term Starlight, the blood-- Bren's blood coursing through his veins also chanted the words in time, made his body sing with the magic unttered, as if it was a verbal component to a spell he'd forgotten. It was at the middle of chest where his teeth last bit and he left a mark there, a sweet little mark made of his own possessive claiming.
However Bren wanted something and he would give it and so he shifted to push himself up, and then with the help of Bren's hands-- that off the shoulder tunic was removed to reveal his star-kissed flesh; lavender with the barest glimmer of white freckles scattered against twilight sky. There was a navel piercing that he possessed, a gold stud with a ruby tipped flame attached to it as it dangled down and then just underneath that a scatter of hair as it traversed downward, downward to disappear into his silk lounge pants.
Looking down at Bren, he knew what he wanted-- he knew the course in which this should take. He did not care for the fine fabric of the tunic and he took the shirt between his fingers and then he tugged, tugged so intensely that the fabric let out a slight rip, buttons popping. Oh how Essek knew that clothes could be mended and repaired but he had little patience for the slow undoing of buttons.
After all he had not had his mate for years, and that glimmer in his spoke that he wanted a deeper and more intimate taste. ]
Do you trust me, Bren?
[ His voice was a soft purr cushioned just underneath the slightest groan, his hands sliding up to tweak against the dusky rose coloured peaks, to roll between his fingers while he watched Bren's face for any sign, anything that would serve to show that this was not wanted or desired; and perhaps his own seeking fingers was a way to remind his lover of the pleasure that they could share together ]
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Date: 2023-04-06 12:39 pm (UTC)However Bren wanted something and he would give it and so he shifted to push himself up, and then with the help of Bren's hands-- that off the shoulder tunic was removed to reveal his star-kissed flesh; lavender with the barest glimmer of white freckles scattered against twilight sky. There was a navel piercing that he possessed, a gold stud with a ruby tipped flame attached to it as it dangled down and then just underneath that a scatter of hair as it traversed downward, downward to disappear into his silk lounge pants.
Looking down at Bren, he knew what he wanted-- he knew the course in which this should take. He did not care for the fine fabric of the tunic and he took the shirt between his fingers and then he tugged, tugged so intensely that the fabric let out a slight rip, buttons popping. Oh how Essek knew that clothes could be mended and repaired but he had little patience for the slow undoing of buttons.
After all he had not had his mate for years, and that glimmer in his spoke that he wanted a deeper and more intimate taste. ]
Do you trust me, Bren?
[ His voice was a soft purr cushioned just underneath the slightest groan, his hands sliding up to tweak against the dusky rose coloured peaks, to roll between his fingers while he watched Bren's face for any sign, anything that would serve to show that this was not wanted or desired; and perhaps his own seeking fingers was a way to remind his lover of the pleasure that they could share together ]