[ Essek could all but taste the blood pounding under his sliding tongue, how it raged like a river, how it could be his in a tenptest; his mouth felt weighty with how it was filled with generous cock-- the choked sounds, he could tell they were from pleasure for those fingers only pulled his hips down tighter into that tight throat.

If Essek had been thicker, perhaps it would've been a bigger problem than it actually was. But Bren's mouth wrapped around him, squeezed him and savored him, how the heat was distracting to him-- how it made him want to bite into that one spot-- the one spot that his own nose was touching, that Bren's was on him.

Finally his mouth slid the from cock slick with his saliva and precome, and his tongue was laving even as he started to moan and fuck that mouth with his smoothly rolling hips, with lewd noises and his fingers playing with balls, sliding even downward to toy with a ringed entrance, edging circles. ]

You are going to make me come, my very good boy-- so you want me to fill your mouth?

[ leaning down then, his palm pressing Bren flat as he started to tongue at that base before he took the piece of skin between balls and shaft and he sucked at it, the sensitive spot where he knew the sweetest ambrosia could be mined-- he could take this whenever he wanted, he assured his lover's orgasm-- he also knew that he would come instantly from pleasure alone, he was just drawing it out ]

Does your soul remember? How I could make you come like this?