[ Gods help him, all of the gods that he did not truly believe in, he wanted to have that mouth right here in the middle of the dance floor. It was sadly not the place for the exhibition kink that he knew he had, especially not with business partners and influential members of Rexxentrum society. But the thought still did appeal to him, and gods he wanted to drag Bren into a hidden alcove and shove that man down to his knees, hook his leg over shoulder and see how clever that mouth was.
Essek Thelyss bit his lower lip and he looked up at Bren with a coy and somewhat arch look ]
I would say that you are going to be the death of me, Bren.. however we all know you are my life.
[ The music was starting to slow in preparation for the next song, though Essek would exit the dance floor, with his handsome escort in tow. There were still people to talk to, he just needed the luxury of a private dance where they were only in each other's orbit. Though, it would get perhaps a little bit harder as he next two hours wore on. Bren would see exactly how feted that Essek was; how many people vied for his attention-- how many people took his hand, attempted to claim him for a dance (which Essek casually refused), tried to bring him drinks.
Perhaps it would be enough to drive a territorial werewolf slowly mad. Not that there wouldn't be points where Essek would react with great possessiveness especially when Bren's world came back to haunt him. There were business too, the fashion industry being as cutthroat as any other with things unspoken, backhanded compliments on lines and seasons; and Bren likewise also got to see Essek's knife-edge shine through.
Closer to the two hour mark, perhaps the clencher would be a tall man coming up to Essek, bowing over the hand and then whispering in a very soft whisper. ] 'Do you require food, my lord?'
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Essek Thelyss bit his lower lip and he looked up at Bren with a coy and somewhat arch look ]
I would say that you are going to be the death of me, Bren.. however we all know you are my life.
[ The music was starting to slow in preparation for the next song, though Essek would exit the dance floor, with his handsome escort in tow. There were still people to talk to, he just needed the luxury of a private dance where they were only in each other's orbit. Though, it would get perhaps a little bit harder as he next two hours wore on. Bren would see exactly how feted that Essek was; how many people vied for his attention-- how many people took his hand, attempted to claim him for a dance (which Essek casually refused), tried to bring him drinks.
Perhaps it would be enough to drive a territorial werewolf slowly mad. Not that there wouldn't be points where Essek would react with great possessiveness especially when Bren's world came back to haunt him. There were business too, the fashion industry being as cutthroat as any other with things unspoken, backhanded compliments on lines and seasons; and Bren likewise also got to see Essek's knife-edge shine through.
Closer to the two hour mark, perhaps the clencher would be a tall man coming up to Essek, bowing over the hand and then whispering in a very soft whisper. ] 'Do you require food, my lord?'