[Oh Bren knew that he belonged to Essek, knew it soul deep in his bones that he had been born for this exact purpose, for finding his way back into these arms. Whatever had been thrown in his way, he was always headed for this moment, a welcome realization that he was exactly where he ought to be. He was not his own entirely, anymore, but he'd been given so much in return, Essek's heart to hold and safeguard in place of his own.
And now they'd have each other in this new -- and simultaneously so utterly familiar -- way that Bren desperately wanted.]
You can taste me when you like. My heart is beating for you. Can you hear it?
[Racing in his chest, sending his blood coursing through his vein, heated through with the need in him for the other man. He felt himself danced towards the bed, stopping when he felt the edge of it against the back of his legs.]
I'm achingly hard for you, Liebling.
[Bren informed him before stepping back to do as he was told, easing his pants down from his hips to let them pool at his feet. He stepped out of them, and what he'd said was true. His cock was hard, arching proudly upward, flushed and red, precome already beading at the head of his prick. He let his gaze flicker to Essek as if to check for the other man's approval, before moving to climb into the bed, stretching out, relaxing back into the pillows.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 05:50 am (UTC)And now they'd have each other in this new -- and simultaneously so utterly familiar -- way that Bren desperately wanted.]
You can taste me when you like. My heart is beating for you. Can you hear it?
[Racing in his chest, sending his blood coursing through his vein, heated through with the need in him for the other man. He felt himself danced towards the bed, stopping when he felt the edge of it against the back of his legs.]
I'm achingly hard for you, Liebling.
[Bren informed him before stepping back to do as he was told, easing his pants down from his hips to let them pool at his feet. He stepped out of them, and what he'd said was true. His cock was hard, arching proudly upward, flushed and red, precome already beading at the head of his prick. He let his gaze flicker to Essek as if to check for the other man's approval, before moving to climb into the bed, stretching out, relaxing back into the pillows.]