[ Biology like this should never have been a possibility and yet, here it was-- Essek's more primal drow tendancies, something that was by all intents and purposes extinct, laid buried with genetics, was now at it's forefront and he was rutting against Bren's fingers, and still Bren was not done, and he was not finished either. He had it in him, he knew it-- and he wanted Bren inside of him, throbbing and hot.
That body to cover him, teeth to his neck while their bodies grew sticky and stuck together.
All he could do was whimper and push himself back while his thighs dripped with seed and sweat from a previous feeding earlier in the evening when they had been in this same car. Essek keened once again, digging his fingers into leather and it was like a plea and a question posed to Bren's more dominant nature. In this moment it was Bren's turn to ruin Essek, to imprint on him indelibly-- to mate.
Essek knew he was a mess, a dripping mess with his hair touseled and come splattered on his thighs and ever downward to pull, and as he looked to the side, Bren could see his profile-- the lips parted, the teeth digging into his lower lip, a curl brushing against his sinfully high cheekbone. His stance was vulnerable, in this moment he was the one to be protected even as he needed to be claimed ]
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That body to cover him, teeth to his neck while their bodies grew sticky and stuck together.
All he could do was whimper and push himself back while his thighs dripped with seed and sweat from a previous feeding earlier in the evening when they had been in this same car. Essek keened once again, digging his fingers into leather and it was like a plea and a question posed to Bren's more dominant nature. In this moment it was Bren's turn to ruin Essek, to imprint on him indelibly-- to mate.
Essek knew he was a mess, a dripping mess with his hair touseled and come splattered on his thighs and ever downward to pull, and as he looked to the side, Bren could see his profile-- the lips parted, the teeth digging into his lower lip, a curl brushing against his sinfully high cheekbone. His stance was vulnerable, in this moment he was the one to be protected even as he needed to be claimed ]