[Bren's lips stretched into a smile as those fingers twisted into his collar and held him in that kiss. Good. He didn't want finesse right now, wanted that primal need that was driving both of them, all instinct and desire and a growing desperation to fully claim.
He was breathless by the time that Essek released him and moved off his lap. He watched the drowpire with blue eyes sharpened by desire, so entirely caught up in the other man, the effortless beauty in every movement. Elegant even in his debauched, wanton state.
Another growl rose in Bren's throat, the wolf in him more than ready to consume, to devour and prove to his mate who he belonged to, who he would always belong to. He spared a moment just looking at him, eyes raking over every angle of his body like it was a work of art that begged to be appreciated. Then he was in motion, hands running up those thighs to settle at either cheek of that -- yes, very very perfect -- ass, spreading him further so that he could lean in and lave his tongue against his entrance.
This close, everything in the world has distilled down to Essek to everything about him. Another drag of his tongue, fingers kneading where they grip.]
Mine. My mate... [He spared a moment to bite at one cheek, to leave a mark there before plunging himself back in to licking and teasing at that hole, spreading slick saliva as he did, eager for this perfectly presented feast.]
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Date: 2023-08-01 02:38 am (UTC)He was breathless by the time that Essek released him and moved off his lap. He watched the drowpire with blue eyes sharpened by desire, so entirely caught up in the other man, the effortless beauty in every movement. Elegant even in his debauched, wanton state.
Another growl rose in Bren's throat, the wolf in him more than ready to consume, to devour and prove to his mate who he belonged to, who he would always belong to. He spared a moment just looking at him, eyes raking over every angle of his body like it was a work of art that begged to be appreciated. Then he was in motion, hands running up those thighs to settle at either cheek of that -- yes, very very perfect -- ass, spreading him further so that he could lean in and lave his tongue against his entrance.
This close, everything in the world has distilled down to Essek to everything about him. Another drag of his tongue, fingers kneading where they grip.]
Mine. My mate... [He spared a moment to bite at one cheek, to leave a mark there before plunging himself back in to licking and teasing at that hole, spreading slick saliva as he did, eager for this perfectly presented feast.]