[Bren had already started getting used to eating regularly -- in part because of the gentle prodding from Essek's staff. Even Jester seemed aware that something more than pastries was required in this particular instant. It would not be long before he looked less like he'd been near starved. All of Bren was flourishing since Essek had found him. The power of being safe and loved was stronger than the werewolf had ever known possible.

His voice caught as those fingers teased over the head of his cock, the sensitive flesh beneath that cool, gentle touch sending an almost violent shiver thrilling through him.]

I think I'd likely lose, but... it would be an interesting contest.

[He'd be ruined is what would happen, going up against a vampire, but it'd be a hell of a way to go. His fingers sank into Essek's hair as that mouth latched onto his nipple. Every new touch felt like Essek was tuning an instrument that he had long ago mastered, and soon Bren would sing beneath his touches, a symphony of the Shadowhand's making.]

Oh gods, yes, I want it. I need it... all of me needs you.