[ He did not need an invitation within his own home, he realized that. He was allowed to go anywhere within the realm of Widogast Manor; Bren had no jurisdiction to keep him from any room within but there was something deeply erotic about the concept of his lover inviting him, giving him permission. A purr centered at the back of his throat and then he quickly slipped inside, thereby pulling his very sexy man with him. And thus, ceremoniously-- the door was shut behind them and he slipped into those arms before and therefore drew the other man closer and closer to him, attempting to direct him to the bed. ]

I thought of you too while I was at my party, about how I could not wait to get back home to you.

[ Soon Bren was pulled just before the dais leading up to the bed and then Essek's hands were attempting to spread the fabric of tunic while chest was revealed, sprigged with hair which his palms pressed flush again ]

There is nothing more fascinating than your body.. I love how your hair feels on my skin.. [ every whisper was a love letter made for Bren's ears only, a love letter that was written in the most elegant script, but also tinged with a but of lust. ] I almost had to slide into a dark corner to take the pressure off, but I held off because I wanted to come inside you, yes...

[ On his feet now so that he had to tilt his head only a fraction to look into Bren's eyes, there were golden stars buried in Essek's blown wide eyes, and the desire in there was made uniquely for Bren ]