[ Perhaps those feedings would become fuller, deeper with the knowledge that Bren was a were and replenished blood at a far faster rate than the human species however for right now, he took as much as he knew that Bren could handle, and made a mental note to have a breakfast brought up, before they parted for Essek to go death!sleep, a breakfast meant to replenish that which he had taken.
If Essek were being honest, Bren was his drug and there was a very real need to make sure that he could partake of him every single night, that he could feel alive through his lover; he was addicted to the breath of lungs and the beating of heart-- the warmer temperature, it was like for a single moment, being mortal again and it bridged the gap betwixt them.
Essek drew his mouth from Bren's neck then, his tongue sliding against lower lip to savor the taste of Bren, warm and hot like mulled zemnian wine, ginger and oranges twining together. His zemnian. And then the space of another thought and he pressed his tongue flat against wound to ease it and to assist in closing it while he continued a soft rocking of his hips to make sure that his seed spread far. ]
I love you so much, Chathiu. I love you and will protect you, you are mine and I am yours--
[ And how he loved the feeling of Bren all limp underneath him, all flushed flesh pinkened from exertion and hazy eyes, mussed haie. A man who had been thoroughly loved by him, a man precious to him and would be precious no matter what stage he was in, be it in this near submissive state that was lusciously kissable, or a more alpha state where Essek found that it would please him to give control away ]
Please tell me if ever I take too much, or if you start to feel dizzy. Your blood is like ambrosia to me but I will not feed from it at the expense of your well being. Your goal, our goal is a good time and a long time, yes.
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If Essek were being honest, Bren was his drug and there was a very real need to make sure that he could partake of him every single night, that he could feel alive through his lover; he was addicted to the breath of lungs and the beating of heart-- the warmer temperature, it was like for a single moment, being mortal again and it bridged the gap betwixt them.
Essek drew his mouth from Bren's neck then, his tongue sliding against lower lip to savor the taste of Bren, warm and hot like mulled zemnian wine, ginger and oranges twining together. His zemnian. And then the space of another thought and he pressed his tongue flat against wound to ease it and to assist in closing it while he continued a soft rocking of his hips to make sure that his seed spread far. ]
I love you so much, Chathiu. I love you and will protect you, you are mine and I am yours--
[ And how he loved the feeling of Bren all limp underneath him, all flushed flesh pinkened from exertion and hazy eyes, mussed haie. A man who had been thoroughly loved by him, a man precious to him and would be precious no matter what stage he was in, be it in this near submissive state that was lusciously kissable, or a more alpha state where Essek found that it would please him to give control away ]
Please tell me if ever I take too much, or if you start to feel dizzy. Your blood is like ambrosia to me but I will not feed from it at the expense of your well being. Your goal, our goal is a good time and a long time, yes.