[Bren road in the backseat beside Essek in a dream, lost in the touch of those lips and that hand. He's nearly forgotten about their destination, nearly forgotten about anything at all besides how Essek Thelyss. His hips rocked up to press towards that touch, the pressure of that hand. The leather stretched tight over his swollen cock, the material doing very little to hide the bulge of his arousal.
He was fine with being claimed this way, fine with the world knowing that he belonged to Lord Thelyss -- and they would know that Essek was his as well. For this lifetime, his previous and everyone that came thereafter, he knew that he would find his way back to his other half.
When the car came to a stop and that hand shifted away, an embarrassingly needy whimper escaped, lips parting around the start of a plea for Essek not to stop. The touch of those fingers at his cheek stilled the words. He turned into the touch, nodding.]
Later... [He agreed, voice rough with the lingering need.]
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He was fine with being claimed this way, fine with the world knowing that he belonged to Lord Thelyss -- and they would know that Essek was his as well. For this lifetime, his previous and everyone that came thereafter, he knew that he would find his way back to his other half.
When the car came to a stop and that hand shifted away, an embarrassingly needy whimper escaped, lips parting around the start of a plea for Essek not to stop. The touch of those fingers at his cheek stilled the words. He turned into the touch, nodding.]
Later... [He agreed, voice rough with the lingering need.]