[For a moment, for Bren, it was more than a kiss, more than this present moment where Essek's lips on his felt as if they were sipping directly from his soul. It was an action, a moment, a memory that echoed through time, a clarion song straight through this life and his last. The one touchstone that his soul knew, that his soul would always know, was the love of this man who was kissing him breathless.
Bren could only move so much the way he was pinned by the other's body, but he rose to that kiss as much as he could, moaning at the slick feeling of that plush tongue sliding with such a dizzying slickness against his own. His grip only pressed tighter to Essek's back, fingernails scratching over that perfect lavender silk of his skin, leaving marks of their passing.
Each thrust inside him, each moment when that cock came home to fully seat inside him, filling him in such an exquisite way he felt as if he'd finally found his purpose in this life, to belong to this man, to give himself in every way he could. And to claim Essek Thelyss for his own in return.
Breaking from the kiss he gasped for breath, head falling back as he moaned his pleasure. The fingers of one hand run up Essek's spine, the back of his neck, to tangle into that short, perfectly coiffed hair.]
Essek... love, gods. Please. Fuck me, like I was made for you, fill me up.
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Bren could only move so much the way he was pinned by the other's body, but he rose to that kiss as much as he could, moaning at the slick feeling of that plush tongue sliding with such a dizzying slickness against his own. His grip only pressed tighter to Essek's back, fingernails scratching over that perfect lavender silk of his skin, leaving marks of their passing.
Each thrust inside him, each moment when that cock came home to fully seat inside him, filling him in such an exquisite way he felt as if he'd finally found his purpose in this life, to belong to this man, to give himself in every way he could. And to claim Essek Thelyss for his own in return.
Breaking from the kiss he gasped for breath, head falling back as he moaned his pleasure. The fingers of one hand run up Essek's spine, the back of his neck, to tangle into that short, perfectly coiffed hair.]
Essek... love, gods. Please. Fuck me, like I was made for you, fill me up.