[ with a natural dexterous grace, Essek's hips started to roll in such a manner, the choke resonated through his shaft that dripped and he bit his lower lip, as he was having a sensual crisis with Bren's mouth; hooked as he was, he would be kept steady though Bren's hands were also steadying him. His beautiful mate, he could see the sheen and prick of tears collecting at the corner of eyes and one hand moved to brush away the whisp of mist ]
There is no one who loves you more than I do, you are being so very good for me-- so obedient, I want you to sleep with me in my room tonight, I want your face to be the first I see in the morning.
[ his breath was catching, partly from how could Bren felt wrapped around his cock and partly because of the emotion that squeezed at those eyes that peered through, the same soul, it was the same soul, those eyes were the eyes of his love and it did not matter who looked at him from them, just that he look at him ]
You are perfect, Chathtiu, so perfect-- I won't last long, you realize this right? Because you are so precious in how you desire to please me...
[ Fuck, he was getting tender now-- his hand was at the back of Bren's head to cushion and guide but his other hand was touching corner of eyes, dancing against cheek, filling himself on the feel of his companion, the curve of that cheek, stubbled jawline. He let out a gasp at the way the wet tongue guided him, a single track on which his arousal could press across and then downward against that fragile gag reflex. ]
You love taking my cock, you enjoy my taste-- you realize that the only one who has ever held me in their mouth like this [ and he was talking about both Caleb and Bren, one soul through time. ]
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There is no one who loves you more than I do, you are being so very good for me-- so obedient, I want you to sleep with me in my room tonight, I want your face to be the first I see in the morning.
[ his breath was catching, partly from how could Bren felt wrapped around his cock and partly because of the emotion that squeezed at those eyes that peered through, the same soul, it was the same soul, those eyes were the eyes of his love and it did not matter who looked at him from them, just that he look at him ]
You are perfect, Chathtiu, so perfect-- I won't last long, you realize this right? Because you are so precious in how you desire to please me...
[ Fuck, he was getting tender now-- his hand was at the back of Bren's head to cushion and guide but his other hand was touching corner of eyes, dancing against cheek, filling himself on the feel of his companion, the curve of that cheek, stubbled jawline. He let out a gasp at the way the wet tongue guided him, a single track on which his arousal could press across and then downward against that fragile gag reflex. ]
You love taking my cock, you enjoy my taste-- you realize that the only one who has ever held me in their mouth like this [ and he was talking about both Caleb and Bren, one soul through time. ]