[Bren knew it too, and was very pleased with himself for it, for the fact that his scent and Essek's would be mingled so closely that the other man would be clearly marked, by any other werewolf or being with strong enough senses, as Bren's mate. And if he were allowed, he would see to it that Essek always carried some trace of his scent with him, so the world would know.
Those fingers in his hair were intoxicating, more so than any of the alcohol served at the fancy party, and so was they way they gripped at his hair, taking control while Bren readily surrendered it.
His gaze lifted as Essek spoke, and the only response to those words, to be called his good little whore was a whine that spoke volumes of just how much he liked it, all pleasure and wordless plea for exactly that.
He wanted it, would take Essek's cock to the root, choke on his prick, let himself be utterly wrecked by his lover. He wanted to be ruined, for anyone else, to erase any memory of other touch that was not Essek Thelyss's. His soulmate.
Another whimper of sound, muffled as it was, and he deliberately surged forward to swallow Essek down, swallowing around the head of his cock as it hit the back of his throat, a soft choking sound before he steadied himself. His gaze remained fixed raptly on Essek's face, the meaning there clear. Ruin me.
That last promise though, that brought a spark of pure fire to Bren's gaze. Another low growl rising in his throat because oh yes, yes he would like that. He would be oh so very good for that reward.]
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Date: 2023-07-11 07:20 am (UTC)Those fingers in his hair were intoxicating, more so than any of the alcohol served at the fancy party, and so was they way they gripped at his hair, taking control while Bren readily surrendered it.
His gaze lifted as Essek spoke, and the only response to those words, to be called his good little whore was a whine that spoke volumes of just how much he liked it, all pleasure and wordless plea for exactly that.
He wanted it, would take Essek's cock to the root, choke on his prick, let himself be utterly wrecked by his lover. He wanted to be ruined, for anyone else, to erase any memory of other touch that was not Essek Thelyss's. His soulmate.
Another whimper of sound, muffled as it was, and he deliberately surged forward to swallow Essek down, swallowing around the head of his cock as it hit the back of his throat, a soft choking sound before he steadied himself. His gaze remained fixed raptly on Essek's face, the meaning there clear. Ruin me.
That last promise though, that brought a spark of pure fire to Bren's gaze. Another low growl rising in his throat because oh yes, yes he would like that. He would be oh so very good for that reward.]