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Caleb Widogast ([personal profile] ausgebrannt) wrote in [community profile] formmusebox 2023-04-16 02:37 am (UTC)

[Somewhere in the places where his soul gave way to echoes that Bren could only barely hear, he knew that this was exactly as it should have been, that it was as it was meant to be. This was not a first time, not really, and it would not be a last. Gods it could not be a last. He'd tasted this now, known the touch of Essek's hands and mouth, known the ecstasy of those teeth piercing his flesh, drinking his blood.

Bren had lost every thought in his head except for pleasing Essek, except for chasing the pleasure that the other man was giving him. Essek's cock was hard against his tongue, and Bren was fascinated by it, memorizing the feel of him, the shape of him, the taste of him. He wanted to never forget a moment of this, of him.

Then those last few thoughts he had splintered into nothing but sensation and near blinding light as those teeth pierced his flesh in such a sensitive, intimate spot. Choking on a moan and the cock in his mouth simultaneously, Bren could feel himself shatter.

The orgasm that ripped through him was violent, hips arching off the chaise, a sob voiced around Essek vibrating through his shaft, toes curling against the fabric of the sofa, his hands gripping bruisingly-tight at Essek's hips.]

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