Will you save me a dance? Tomorrow when I come home?
[ A sweet ripple of pleasure that evidenced in a hum at the back of Essek's throat. Such gentleness from Essek, but he knew he was a monster-- he knew what he was capable of, what he would do to Trent Ikithon, to the man who had hurt his mate. He'd been building a case to search for him, to pin those atrocities of a lifetime past on the man. Perhaps finally he could put the final nail in that coffin and then him and Bren could rest.
Essek would rip that man's throat out, willfully and without any remorse; would not even cry crocodile tears. No, he'd likely only laugh out of relief and justification for what he had done. ]
Also, I would advise you to..
[ Essek drew his lips against the soft shell of Bren's earlobe, his voice going several shades huskier ]
Rest up all you can, because after the dance... who can say what will happen, yes? [ But the tone of the voice almost communicated that Essek did know what would happen, that it would all be merely a matter of gravity, of an absolutely and unavoidable pull between them that would send their orbits colliding in the most physical of ways; that even know they were on that collision course ] I want you to think about the possibilities, yes? Perhaps you can do that while you are in that obscenely luxurious bathtub tomorrow evening.
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[ A sweet ripple of pleasure that evidenced in a hum at the back of Essek's throat. Such gentleness from Essek, but he knew he was a monster-- he knew what he was capable of, what he would do to Trent Ikithon, to the man who had hurt his mate. He'd been building a case to search for him, to pin those atrocities of a lifetime past on the man. Perhaps finally he could put the final nail in that coffin and then him and Bren could rest.
Essek would rip that man's throat out, willfully and without any remorse; would not even cry crocodile tears. No, he'd likely only laugh out of relief and justification for what he had done. ]
Also, I would advise you to..
[ Essek drew his lips against the soft shell of Bren's earlobe, his voice going several shades huskier ]
Rest up all you can, because after the dance... who can say what will happen, yes? [ But the tone of the voice almost communicated that Essek did know what would happen, that it would all be merely a matter of gravity, of an absolutely and unavoidable pull between them that would send their orbits colliding in the most physical of ways; that even know they were on that collision course ] I want you to think about the possibilities, yes? Perhaps you can do that while you are in that obscenely luxurious bathtub tomorrow evening.