[ Essek drank of Bren with those starry eyes, the way that the man arched and undulated like a cat being petted for the very first time, his beautiful and stray Bren who had come to him-- and the more time passed, the more convinced that Essek was that it had not been coincidence. The similar smiles, those blue eyes-- the only way that felt different was the very subtle quality of the weight of those eyes.

Essek remembered a fondness that was the test of many years, but these eyes held the enchantment of another time. Of a love new and delightful-- but without the innocence, no-- there was no claim that this was wholesome.

Not with how Essek's fingers started to concurrently work the shaft, using his fingers as he created different pleasure points for his Bren to focus on. The first time he'd touch Caleb like this had been under the covers after a night of sharing a book together. This evening they had share memories and blood, and all the ties and bonds that thrummed underneath the surface.

Essek's mouth parted, scenting the blood as it danced in veins, suddenly hungry in such a primal way for the bitter marriage of seed and blood. And then his fingers released so that he could shift up from the chase so that he could pull his own silken lounge pants down fully, removing them to give Bren the view of toned thighs and flank, starry freckles and then the slender cock raised and flushed--

Flushed from Bren's blood. ]

You are inside me in a way that you could never be if I was anything other than vampire-- your blood is flowing through my cock, enabling my lungs to push for air, giving a throb to my heart.

[ it was dreadfully intimate to think of it in terms of that ]