[ Thankfully the car was spacious, there was room to maneuver and to drape; as if Essek Thelyss would ever travel as a passenger in a car that did not take into account that he did enjoy room to stretch out. Except he knew that he was being hunted-- his own eyes dilated slightly even as he swallowed-- a thick sounded thing; arousal hit him hard in his abdomen, traveling down his navel to fight against the rather flimsy confines of his underthings.
The lace was already a mess of precome, damp and hot from being between his thighs.
His fingers found a way into that collar and then he twisted them in the fine fabric and he leaned down to press his plush lips open mouthed against his lover's, tasting the growl there and his tongue moving to lick against the edges of teeth in something that was not meant to have finesse. This was not even a moment where finesse was applicable-- that kiss spoke it all: that Essek wanted exactly what Bren would dish out for him, all of his sharp and rough edges.
That he could take those. ] You had better.. I will accept nothing less from my mate.
[ And then Essek climbed off Bren's lap, a flash of thighs amid the high boots, one leg off the seat and the other poised and balanced on his calve, he held on to the side of the door and then he looked over at Bren with smudged plum lips and hair somewhat unruly, debauched-- and bared for Bren was where he'd pulled fabric back-- the ass he had dubbed perfect and spread open like a feast. ] Yours.. to consume...
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The lace was already a mess of precome, damp and hot from being between his thighs.
His fingers found a way into that collar and then he twisted them in the fine fabric and he leaned down to press his plush lips open mouthed against his lover's, tasting the growl there and his tongue moving to lick against the edges of teeth in something that was not meant to have finesse. This was not even a moment where finesse was applicable-- that kiss spoke it all: that Essek wanted exactly what Bren would dish out for him, all of his sharp and rough edges.
That he could take those. ] You had better.. I will accept nothing less from my mate.
[ And then Essek climbed off Bren's lap, a flash of thighs amid the high boots, one leg off the seat and the other poised and balanced on his calve, he held on to the side of the door and then he looked over at Bren with smudged plum lips and hair somewhat unruly, debauched-- and bared for Bren was where he'd pulled fabric back-- the ass he had dubbed perfect and spread open like a feast. ] Yours.. to consume...