[ Those warm fingers skidding against cloth and fabric would find the chest to be completely bared underneath-- hairless chest sprinkled by a galaxy of starry freckles, the only nod to hair was a thin line of hair that disappeared into loose linen pants, as if showing Bren the way like Polaris pointing downward. And then there was the arousal that Bren would feel as their bodies collided.
Like an unearthly pull, Essek's mouth orbited until finally he caught that lower lip and he tugged lightly with teeth, a whimpering little growl of possession while his hand slipped and then he cupped that tight ass with a palm to give it a squeeze.
Objectifying his very handsome lover with those stunning blue eyes, there was after all something absolutely corruptable about him-- in a way that Caleb had not been; he felt flawed and broken, and something inside called to the same aspected part of Bren.
Even if there was still hope for Essek that the soul inside Bren could see; for certainly the Drowpire was blind to it.
A cool trail of kisses against burning skin, hot and utterly undeniable as Essek could not stop the onslaught, against chin, jaw-- even as his tongue slid flat against skin and felt the blood all but jump to try to circumvent the barriers placed their by nature ]
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Date: 2023-05-11 02:36 am (UTC)Like an unearthly pull, Essek's mouth orbited until finally he caught that lower lip and he tugged lightly with teeth, a whimpering little growl of possession while his hand slipped and then he cupped that tight ass with a palm to give it a squeeze.
Objectifying his very handsome lover with those stunning blue eyes, there was after all something absolutely corruptable about him-- in a way that Caleb had not been; he felt flawed and broken, and something inside called to the same aspected part of Bren.
Even if there was still hope for Essek that the soul inside Bren could see; for certainly the Drowpire was blind to it.
A cool trail of kisses against burning skin, hot and utterly undeniable as Essek could not stop the onslaught, against chin, jaw-- even as his tongue slid flat against skin and felt the blood all but jump to try to circumvent the barriers placed their by nature ]
How your blood thirsts for me..