[ the husky thick quality of Bren's zemnian rich voice was not lost upon him, but likewise it was arousing because it touched on familiar heat-- biding that stolen blood through him to rose, cahsing his cock to throb painfully in the memory of Caleb's voice, same timbre asking the same things, how he could easily become lost with each dizzying syllable that came from those perfect lips.
How many times had he lost himself to the melody of Caleb's husky endearments, those slow workings of words, of being called his starlight and his most precious treasure, his pearl-- and giving himself over to Caleb. He felt positively aroused by each nuance; and here was Bren now, with that shadow of possession.
It felt darker than how it had been between him and Caleb; needy and hot-- pulsing with inevitability. He slowly and gracefully then positioned himself with his calves knelt and cushioned that hear, along his thighs-- giving Bren a view of thighs and Essek's most private places bared for him but not quite lowered, then he stretched forward like a cat, limber and graceful as he settled chest to stomach.
Reaching until he could once again wrap manicured fingers elegantly around the base, a soft moan came from the back of his throat before he dipped his head down to slide his tongue into the slit where he caught Bren's unique seasoning upon tastebuds-- his hips still lifted up and away, so that Bren could have the pleasure of drawing him down onto his face. Essek could verily use that face as his throne, and would-- but not yet, not tonight ]
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Date: 2023-04-10 03:40 pm (UTC)How many times had he lost himself to the melody of Caleb's husky endearments, those slow workings of words, of being called his starlight and his most precious treasure, his pearl-- and giving himself over to Caleb. He felt positively aroused by each nuance; and here was Bren now, with that shadow of possession.
It felt darker than how it had been between him and Caleb; needy and hot-- pulsing with inevitability. He slowly and gracefully then positioned himself with his calves knelt and cushioned that hear, along his thighs-- giving Bren a view of thighs and Essek's most private places bared for him but not quite lowered, then he stretched forward like a cat, limber and graceful as he settled chest to stomach.
Reaching until he could once again wrap manicured fingers elegantly around the base, a soft moan came from the back of his throat before he dipped his head down to slide his tongue into the slit where he caught Bren's unique seasoning upon tastebuds-- his hips still lifted up and away, so that Bren could have the pleasure of drawing him down onto his face. Essek could verily use that face as his throne, and would-- but not yet, not tonight ]