[Someday Bren would find that spellbook and learn those spells -- though magic was still something that existed mostly in the half-remembered pieces of his previous life. Those were coming back in bits and pieces, flashes in dreams, visions that felt familiar, like coming home as they played out in front of him. Being with Essek felt like home too, everything new and familiar at the same time.
He let his hand be guided, gasping sharply as both their cocks pressed together, his hand, Essek's hand. Following suit, he stroked at the both of them, looking from the motion of their hands over hard, flushed arousals, up to fix on Essek's face. His gaze roamed over those flawless features, carved from crystal, but softened by this desire, this pleasure, by Bren and wasn't that an amazing thought?
Each continued touch brought him closer to that edge, even if he tried to hold back, to hold on. Essek's touch was designed by the universe to unmake him in the sweetest way, like no other touch he had ever known. The forced bond of his fellow wolves that Trent had pressed him into, none of it had ever made him feel alive the way that this beautiful creature did, never stirred the need to belong to him, to claim him in turn.]
A little longer...
[He agreed with a groan. And oh he meant it. He was trying to be patient, to wait, but despite those best efforts, he couldn't hold back, a stuttered and startled cry as he came, a mess between their fingers, smeared down along both their lengths.]
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Date: 2023-05-17 01:55 am (UTC)He let his hand be guided, gasping sharply as both their cocks pressed together, his hand, Essek's hand. Following suit, he stroked at the both of them, looking from the motion of their hands over hard, flushed arousals, up to fix on Essek's face. His gaze roamed over those flawless features, carved from crystal, but softened by this desire, this pleasure, by Bren and wasn't that an amazing thought?
Each continued touch brought him closer to that edge, even if he tried to hold back, to hold on. Essek's touch was designed by the universe to unmake him in the sweetest way, like no other touch he had ever known. The forced bond of his fellow wolves that Trent had pressed him into, none of it had ever made him feel alive the way that this beautiful creature did, never stirred the need to belong to him, to claim him in turn.]
A little longer...
[He agreed with a groan. And oh he meant it. He was trying to be patient, to wait, but despite those best efforts, he couldn't hold back, a stuttered and startled cry as he came, a mess between their fingers, smeared down along both their lengths.]