[Once he had regained the capacity for higher thought and coherence, Bren would likely wonder how he hadn't made a mess of himself given that Essek's mouth was not wrapped around his cockhead, but at the moment none of the logistics mattered. That unexpected rush of white hot bliss as blood and his seed were both drawn out of him so exquisitely had Bren so swept up that gravity and time and space had lost all meaning.
He at least had the wherewithal to swallow around the prick in his mouth as Essek spilled himself, drinking him down in eager and undisguised hunger. Lingering on him until he was certain that he'd sucked every last drop that his lover had to give.
With a gasp, he let his head fall back tot he cushions, letting Essek's dick slip from his lips, even if his tongue still teased along the slit as if making certain he hadn't left anything behind.]
That was... mein Gott that was amazing. Yours, always yours, only yours.
[Promises and vows and also pleas that it would be true. He needed it to be true. He panted softly, still not quite in possession of all his senses. If he were, he probably wouldn't have admitted what he did next.]
He tried to give me to them, but it was never right. Never like this. [The forced imprinting that had never felt right, had never felt like it was how it was supposed to be. Had his soul been yearning for his Essek all along, resisting even the pull of a werewolf's instincts, stronger than anything that Trent Ikithon could do, though he tried?]
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Date: 2023-04-16 03:48 am (UTC)He at least had the wherewithal to swallow around the prick in his mouth as Essek spilled himself, drinking him down in eager and undisguised hunger. Lingering on him until he was certain that he'd sucked every last drop that his lover had to give.
With a gasp, he let his head fall back tot he cushions, letting Essek's dick slip from his lips, even if his tongue still teased along the slit as if making certain he hadn't left anything behind.]
That was... mein Gott that was amazing. Yours, always yours, only yours.
[Promises and vows and also pleas that it would be true. He needed it to be true. He panted softly, still not quite in possession of all his senses. If he were, he probably wouldn't have admitted what he did next.]
He tried to give me to them, but it was never right. Never like this. [The forced imprinting that had never felt right, had never felt like it was how it was supposed to be. Had his soul been yearning for his Essek all along, resisting even the pull of a werewolf's instincts, stronger than anything that Trent Ikithon could do, though he tried?]