[ The moment that Bren shifted himself to kneel between Essek and stone bench made it all that much easier for Essek to balance himself, to open himself up for Bren's eager hot mouth. His leg shifted gracefully to balance the back of his thigh right againsf Bren's shoulder and then he allowed himself a soft husky groan as he cheated himself closer, allowed Bren to further make a ruinous mess of his undergarments with open mouth.
Until Bren pushed that lace down and his arousal purple and flushed sprang free, hard and throbbing painfully with desire for his werewolf lover-- and how his entire being clenched with want at Bren's assurance that he would be a good boy for him; and Essek believed him with every single fiber of his being while he looked down with naked approval in his starry amethyst eyes.
His manicured fingers laced through lock of hair and he stroked against scalp while he encouraged until the first grace of tongue hot and sinful spread saliva all over his slit and then the second step until he was pulled dizzyingly into that inferno of a mouth and the most wicked obscene moan fell from his lips while his toes curled, trapped by heeled boots that they were ]
That is my good boy, my pet.. my love, let me fill your mouth, let me make a mess of your throat
[ the approval in his voice was as bright as the same beacon that had consecuted Caleb's soul, as tethered as they were to each other, tethered by bonds of fate and time, a shattering that was made for solely them. And he wanted to shatter Bren and then build him back up, and infuse those bits of memories within him. How he wanted those memories to return; most consecuted souls-- their memories returned but Trent had done something to prevent Caleb from stepping in to sync with Bren,
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Until Bren pushed that lace down and his arousal purple and flushed sprang free, hard and throbbing painfully with desire for his werewolf lover-- and how his entire being clenched with want at Bren's assurance that he would be a good boy for him; and Essek believed him with every single fiber of his being while he looked down with naked approval in his starry amethyst eyes.
His manicured fingers laced through lock of hair and he stroked against scalp while he encouraged until the first grace of tongue hot and sinful spread saliva all over his slit and then the second step until he was pulled dizzyingly into that inferno of a mouth and the most wicked obscene moan fell from his lips while his toes curled, trapped by heeled boots that they were ]
That is my good boy, my pet.. my love, let me fill your mouth, let me make a mess of your throat
[ the approval in his voice was as bright as the same beacon that had consecuted Caleb's soul, as tethered as they were to each other, tethered by bonds of fate and time, a shattering that was made for solely them. And he wanted to shatter Bren and then build him back up, and infuse those bits of memories within him. How he wanted those memories to return; most consecuted souls-- their memories returned but Trent had done something to prevent Caleb from stepping in to sync with Bren,
In Undercommon he murmured, ]
Doer rath'ulu uns'aa, ussta'Chathiu
[ Come back to me, my Firefly]