[ his very good boy, how he offered his neck for supping-- the slender freckled line of it. It was smooth the way that Essek shifted to curve against Bren's side while his palm rested flat against waistcoat. His tongue slid over his lower lip, against his teeth at the offer and then he hunted with lips against marks that were karmically placed their as beacons.
A hum and then his teeth slid into flesh like it was hot melted butter, and then once he did-- the blood clamoured for him and he was pulling the sanguine treasure from his lover, hot right against his mouth, pulling and pulling while his hand smoothed up and down that chest and clothed abdomen.
Each revolution went lower and lower until finally his palm was dragging against the crotch of tight leather pants; his senses clocking Bren's arousal even as he feasted on his lover's blood, he would make sure that at the party Bren had something substantial to eat ]
Nothing tastes as good to me as you do, Chathiu--
[ he breathed the tang of copper and fire before he pressed a kiss to jawline, his heart thumped now and his lungs drew breath, a soft flush against his feature as Bren gave him life. ]
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A hum and then his teeth slid into flesh like it was hot melted butter, and then once he did-- the blood clamoured for him and he was pulling the sanguine treasure from his lover, hot right against his mouth, pulling and pulling while his hand smoothed up and down that chest and clothed abdomen.
Each revolution went lower and lower until finally his palm was dragging against the crotch of tight leather pants; his senses clocking Bren's arousal even as he feasted on his lover's blood, he would make sure that at the party Bren had something substantial to eat ]
Nothing tastes as good to me as you do, Chathiu--
[ he breathed the tang of copper and fire before he pressed a kiss to jawline, his heart thumped now and his lungs drew breath, a soft flush against his feature as Bren gave him life. ]