[But now he had Essek laid comfortably on top of him, and life was once again quite perfect. He considered counting their kisses to fill in the equation that Essek had crafted, but it was hard to focus enough on anything but the taste of those lips. One kiss bled into the next and the next, and Caleb's hands went roaming, finding their beneath fabric until they could brush along soft skin -- cooler than his own, but nowhere near so cold as they would be when the sun was stolen from him.
The dream, however, began to fade, and Bren surfaced back into the waking world, heart full from the returned memory, wanting nothing more than to find Essek and crawl into his arms once more.
But there was the remainder of a day to go by, and an event that the vampire had to attend before that could happen. Bren would make the most of the time.
It was easy to pass the time with Jester, but he'd run into several other of the staff, and was quickly becoming friendly with many of them -- who seemed oddly understanding and accepting of his frankly skittish nature.
He took that bath as well, lingering in the hot water as sun set and the evening began, until the water itself lost its steam. Did his mind wander to the handsome drow, to the way it had felt to kiss him, to have that mouth on his cock, the sounds that Essek made for him in his own pleasure.
It did nothing to help him out of the bath any sooner. But eventually he did emerge and dressed. Tonight he chose the simplest pair of trousers he could, a soft linen shirt that opened in a vee at his chest, hanging loosely but not ill-fitting about his frame. It had only been a short time, but already, he was looking healthier and more alive than when Essek had rescued him from the woods. He'd even gone so far as to roll up the sleeves to his elbows, though one forearm still had bandages wrapped around it, hiding the remnants of the bite that had changed him into the monster that he still had not yet confessed to Essek that he was.]
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Date: 2023-04-30 03:37 am (UTC)[But now he had Essek laid comfortably on top of him, and life was once again quite perfect. He considered counting their kisses to fill in the equation that Essek had crafted, but it was hard to focus enough on anything but the taste of those lips. One kiss bled into the next and the next, and Caleb's hands went roaming, finding their beneath fabric until they could brush along soft skin -- cooler than his own, but nowhere near so cold as they would be when the sun was stolen from him.
The dream, however, began to fade, and Bren surfaced back into the waking world, heart full from the returned memory, wanting nothing more than to find Essek and crawl into his arms once more.
But there was the remainder of a day to go by, and an event that the vampire had to attend before that could happen. Bren would make the most of the time.
It was easy to pass the time with Jester, but he'd run into several other of the staff, and was quickly becoming friendly with many of them -- who seemed oddly understanding and accepting of his frankly skittish nature.
He took that bath as well, lingering in the hot water as sun set and the evening began, until the water itself lost its steam. Did his mind wander to the handsome drow, to the way it had felt to kiss him, to have that mouth on his cock, the sounds that Essek made for him in his own pleasure.
It did nothing to help him out of the bath any sooner. But eventually he did emerge and dressed. Tonight he chose the simplest pair of trousers he could, a soft linen shirt that opened in a vee at his chest, hanging loosely but not ill-fitting about his frame. It had only been a short time, but already, he was looking healthier and more alive than when Essek had rescued him from the woods. He'd even gone so far as to roll up the sleeves to his elbows, though one forearm still had bandages wrapped around it, hiding the remnants of the bite that had changed him into the monster that he still had not yet confessed to Essek that he was.]