[ Essek was just as spellbound by Bren; by the way that those eyes darkened to ocean murkiness, the licking of those lips as if he was a treat after a long day with no sustenance. A man could get used to feeling like the only star in the sky, he could get used to it. His body felt edged and tight, hot-- as if the chemicals of the blood within his own body was pulling to the tides that connected him to Bren.

Essek stroked through those locks of hair, downward until his fingers cupped the jaw and then he stroked lightly, softly-- with an approval that he was slowly realizing that Bren needed. Thankfully, Essek would happily give that to him. He leaned down then to press a soft kiss against the top of that head, affectionate and caring before finally, with such a benevolent way-- he slowly pushed Bren back down onto the couch. ]

Make yourself comfortable, prop your head up with a pillow..

[ His palm slid then from chest and downward, tracing the route his body would take ] I am going to straddle you in a way that I may ah, pleasure you with my mouth.

[ And perhaps feed as well, his senses have been craving a nibble of that secret wellspring, the spot he knew where to bite that would give him the best of both worlds. However because of the straddling? Bren would receive the opportunity to have his fill as well. They could slake their desire on each other in the few hours they had left before dawn. ]