[Bren gasped sharply at the touch of that tongue, cool and wet. His nipples hardened beneath the attention, a soft hiss exhaled in approval. He did indeed rise in response to those hands, the ocean tide of his body answering the lunar pull of Essek's touch, falling into the rhythm that Essek set for him. His prick ached to be touched as well, but for the moment, at least, he would try to be patient.
But patience would not last. Before too much longer, Bren would be begging for more, pleading with Essek to have mercy on him and give him what he so plainly needed. His gaze lifted to meet Essek's once more, even as his hand settled against the jut of that hip.]
You may be surprised by my stamina.
[Though that came back to that same secret that he was so terrified of Essek finding out -- the one that he would need to tell his lover sooner rather than later. The moon moved through its phases without care for the werewolf on Exandria praying for it to slow, for the crescent to remain in the sky and delay the inevitable.
For tonight at least, he pushed those thoughts aside.]
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But patience would not last. Before too much longer, Bren would be begging for more, pleading with Essek to have mercy on him and give him what he so plainly needed. His gaze lifted to meet Essek's once more, even as his hand settled against the jut of that hip.]
You may be surprised by my stamina.
[Though that came back to that same secret that he was so terrified of Essek finding out -- the one that he would need to tell his lover sooner rather than later. The moon moved through its phases without care for the werewolf on Exandria praying for it to slow, for the crescent to remain in the sky and delay the inevitable.
For tonight at least, he pushed those thoughts aside.]
But I look forward to it.