Of course. I am very eager to take in the scenery...

[Bren murmured the rejoinder to Essek's lips, hand slipping up along his back, beneath that top, tracing cool skin, the curve of his spine, pressing tightly between his shoulders. It was a silent urging for Essek to move closer, to settle into his lap so that they could eliminate the space between them.

His breath caught softly at the touch of those teeth, and he smiled at the request, the wolf in him silently baying its approval and desire for exactly that. Essek was his, his mate, his world, the missing part of his soul.]

I would like that too. You are mine, Essek. My mate. My love.

[A hand slid up Essek's chest then, up over the drow's throat, up to catch that elegant, fine jaw in his hands, tilting his chin so that Bren can first claim those lips before tilting his lover's head to the side, lips taking their time exploring down the line of that jaw, down his neck. He deliberately scrapes his teeth above where one would expect a pulse, an echo of the way that Essek fed from him.]

My heart beats for you and you alone. I will not share you... [And he would lay that claim here and now, as Essek had asked him.]