[ The feeling of more engulfed the both of them, of timelessness. The crossing over of timelines into something seamless-- the return to something that felt absolutely right in something akin to a metaphorical dawn; the light breaking over the horizon to ease the melancholy of a near endless night.
Gods, Essek would meet those lips, that mouth; would stretch in whatever ways he could to keep those lips against his, to feel Bren's tongue and the way that his cock clenched as it buried deep inside. There was something evocative to Essek about a kiss like this, a kiss of such desperate passionate love as it ran in tandem with the very obscene way that he was taking his lover apart.
The very idea of being loved blindingly and yet being used so filthily.
He surged then, once Bren's head fell back. Surged into a hot tight pace, as his body left audible slaps like calling cards against the other man's skin. A soft hiss expelled from his breath at the request that he would fufill. ]
There is no 'like', Bren-- you are mine.
[ And thus, Essek's body became a storm riding against Bren's, he adjusted those legs then to wrap around his legs and then he was mounting and crashing into that body; his fingers finding locks of beautiful flame, allowing them to tangle with his fingers as he looked down into those eyes, into the expression on Bren's face-- watching the way that desire held him prisoner ]
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Gods, Essek would meet those lips, that mouth; would stretch in whatever ways he could to keep those lips against his, to feel Bren's tongue and the way that his cock clenched as it buried deep inside. There was something evocative to Essek about a kiss like this, a kiss of such desperate passionate love as it ran in tandem with the very obscene way that he was taking his lover apart.
The very idea of being loved blindingly and yet being used so filthily.
He surged then, once Bren's head fell back. Surged into a hot tight pace, as his body left audible slaps like calling cards against the other man's skin. A soft hiss expelled from his breath at the request that he would fufill. ]
There is no 'like', Bren-- you are mine.
[ And thus, Essek's body became a storm riding against Bren's, he adjusted those legs then to wrap around his legs and then he was mounting and crashing into that body; his fingers finding locks of beautiful flame, allowing them to tangle with his fingers as he looked down into those eyes, into the expression on Bren's face-- watching the way that desire held him prisoner ]