[ The languid survey of body also clocked in how he could see how the ribs seemed far too pronounced for his taste as well as the subtle concave of stomach, though Essek had already made demands of the staff as well as inroads, to make sure that Bren Ermendrud ate well, that there be food available at all times for him. If there was a purpose in mind that was not sexual, it was that-- in fact the thought of Bren having the slightest tummy from eating well aroused him.

His hand smoothed ever downward until his thumb could caress over the velvet of a rosy-pink cockhead and then he allowed his fingers to wrap around it, just the head-- go feel it throb deliciously while he teased his thumb just over the slit to draw away a fresh sheen of glisten. ]

You have quite the stamina? Well so do I-- perhaps we should have a stamina off?

[ a soft teasing chuckle even as he dragged that nipple into his mouth and then he sucked at it, sucked it and allowed it to play against his sharpened teeth. Although, he was delicate with it, not wanting to play too roughly with it-- Bren would get only light scrapes.

When the peak popped out of his mouth, his hand took the initative to slide downward against the cock while he worked his way downward with palm, dragging it against the main vein on the underside, treating his lover with such delicious focus.

They were definitely going to have much hot and borderline disrespectful sex, even if Essek could not comprehend how disrespectful it would get with Bren as a werewolf. Tonight though, he only wanted to cherish Bren, to take him slow and steady. ]

I can tell how much you want me to mount you, your body hums for it.