[Bren was lost, blissfully lost, in the moment, in Essek, in the taste and scent of him, the feel of him, the sweet sounds that spilled from those lips. He had forgotten the gala, forgotten where they were, forgotten even the moons in the sky. His entire world was the drow at whose feet he knelt, an act of lust and desire, an act of worship.
He loved this man, who had taken him in, offered him protection and shown him who he was, who he was supposed to be. Who had been waiting for him through a lifetime and more, who he would always find again and again.
A moan rumbled in Bren's throat as well, the vibrations thrumming through the length in his mouth, the sound muffled, but certainly something Essek would feel. But how could Bren not moan? He could taste the salt sweet tang of that precome on the back of his tongue.
His hands gripped at Essek's thighs, holding tight, fingers kneading gently, all encouragement for the way that Essek fucked his mouth. Bren tongued at the prick as it moved in his mouth, cheeks hollowed. The sounds of it were obscene, loud in the otherwise silent courtyard. It was the word mate that nearly had him coming undone then and there, untouched. The growl of pleasure rumbled up from his chest, sticking in his throat.]
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He loved this man, who had taken him in, offered him protection and shown him who he was, who he was supposed to be. Who had been waiting for him through a lifetime and more, who he would always find again and again.
A moan rumbled in Bren's throat as well, the vibrations thrumming through the length in his mouth, the sound muffled, but certainly something Essek would feel. But how could Bren not moan? He could taste the salt sweet tang of that precome on the back of his tongue.
His hands gripped at Essek's thighs, holding tight, fingers kneading gently, all encouragement for the way that Essek fucked his mouth. Bren tongued at the prick as it moved in his mouth, cheeks hollowed. The sounds of it were obscene, loud in the otherwise silent courtyard. It was the word mate that nearly had him coming undone then and there, untouched. The growl of pleasure rumbled up from his chest, sticking in his throat.]