[ Decadent heat enrobed him and suddenly he felt feverish-- his skin was not terribly hot and due to the blood his cock was not chilly, but it wasn't a raging inferno-- however suddenly he felt like one in those lips. Their body temperatures so conflicting that he felt like he was burning; but gods it was a good type. The moan that dragged from his lips was utterly obscene and then he took that warm throbbing shaft in past his mouth, sliding downward with his tongue cushioning one side of the cock.
It was easy not to swallow, not to breath. He did not need to-- it was not required for him to survive; all that Essek had to do was relax his throat and let Bren slide right in; and gladly he did so-- that wet mouth that shimmered saliva down shaft, a soft little gulp as if trying to get more of his lover.
And downward his fingers moved in order to cup those sacs, to roll them in the palm of his hands while he started to move his hips, back and forth though in a movement that was more shallow. An encouragement for Bren to make himself comfortable with however he wanted to consume him; this was his decision.
Essek, however-- he was going to feast as if he'd been starving for so long; the loneliness obliterated and now he was gorging himself on the feelings that his Bren had sparked within him; a few soft strokes, as he was nearly halfway with that cock in his mouth, making sweet humming choking noises on him. ]
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It was easy not to swallow, not to breath. He did not need to-- it was not required for him to survive; all that Essek had to do was relax his throat and let Bren slide right in; and gladly he did so-- that wet mouth that shimmered saliva down shaft, a soft little gulp as if trying to get more of his lover.
And downward his fingers moved in order to cup those sacs, to roll them in the palm of his hands while he started to move his hips, back and forth though in a movement that was more shallow. An encouragement for Bren to make himself comfortable with however he wanted to consume him; this was his decision.
Essek, however-- he was going to feast as if he'd been starving for so long; the loneliness obliterated and now he was gorging himself on the feelings that his Bren had sparked within him; a few soft strokes, as he was nearly halfway with that cock in his mouth, making sweet humming choking noises on him. ]