[Essek was not the only one between the two of them whose mind was wandering towards things far less innocent and pure than a dance in a foyer to welcome a lover home. Oh it was beautiful in its own right, but Bren had not forgotten the way that Essek had wrung pleasure from him the likes of which he had never known, had made his body sing songs that he would like to learn by heart.
So perhaps his fingers gripped at the fabric of Essek's clothes where his fingers rested at the small of his back, a soft grip, a hint of wanting more.
He looked to him, startled, at the mention of dreams. There was a curious spark in his eyes as he began, voice tentative.]
I had a very vivid dream last night myself.
[So vivid, like perfectly preserved memory rather than a dream.]
Of being a boy in love, so very in love. Of traded gifts and kisses.
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So perhaps his fingers gripped at the fabric of Essek's clothes where his fingers rested at the small of his back, a soft grip, a hint of wanting more.
He looked to him, startled, at the mention of dreams. There was a curious spark in his eyes as he began, voice tentative.]
I had a very vivid dream last night myself.
[So vivid, like perfectly preserved memory rather than a dream.]
Of being a boy in love, so very in love. Of traded gifts and kisses.