[Essek arched beneath his touch, and Bren could feel it surge through him, his arousal aching faintly within the increasingly tight confines of his leather pants. Fuck it would be a long couple hours. But he would be patient. Would endure without too much protest.
Mostly.
He was utterly oblivious to the gossip that swirled around him and Essek, his eyes only for the other man. A flicker of a smile -- hungry, needing -- over his lips as Essek spoke. Oh?]
Oh?
[Bren murmured, voice low, trying to pretend that the idea of being spanked for misbehaving didn't have arousal flooding through him. He leaned close then, perhaps just a bit too eager to misbehave. For various reasons. When he spoke next, his lips brushed the delicate shell of that pointed ear.]
So long as I would be forgiven...
[Right there on the dancefloor, he let his teeth scrape along Essek's ear.]
no subject
Mostly.
He was utterly oblivious to the gossip that swirled around him and Essek, his eyes only for the other man. A flicker of a smile -- hungry, needing -- over his lips as Essek spoke. Oh?]
Oh?
[Bren murmured, voice low, trying to pretend that the idea of being spanked for misbehaving didn't have arousal flooding through him. He leaned close then, perhaps just a bit too eager to misbehave. For various reasons. When he spoke next, his lips brushed the delicate shell of that pointed ear.]
So long as I would be forgiven...
[Right there on the dancefloor, he let his teeth scrape along Essek's ear.]