[Bren was beyond all coherent thought in that moment, broken down to his most basic, to need and sensation. And god both were an inferno that should have consumed him entirely by now but only spurred him on. He could feel his release approaching, and could feel the swelling beginning near the base of his cock, his body's response to finally having his mate this way, at the way that Essek's voice called out, sang that song of pleasure and desperation that they were both dancing to.
He was so close. Essek would feel the nudge of his knot at his hole, pressing harder with each thrust, instinct driving Bren to want to bury himself fully, to knot his mate and fill him with his spend. With Essek spurring him him on, he thrust harder, knot breaching that tight passage and locking the two of them together.
Bren continued to rut against Esse, hips jerking hard, as if he intended to bury himself deeper, as if that were even possible. But the way that Essek's body squeezed at his cock, seemed to hold him in a near stranglehold, the way that muffled scream left the other man, he was following his lover over that edge, spilling himself, painting the other man's insides with the mark of his claim, the proof of who Essek belonged to.
A low growl echoed in his throat as he bit once more at Essek's shoulder, still rocking against him though his movements began to slow.]
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Date: 2023-09-07 02:21 am (UTC)He was so close. Essek would feel the nudge of his knot at his hole, pressing harder with each thrust, instinct driving Bren to want to bury himself fully, to knot his mate and fill him with his spend. With Essek spurring him him on, he thrust harder, knot breaching that tight passage and locking the two of them together.
Bren continued to rut against Esse, hips jerking hard, as if he intended to bury himself deeper, as if that were even possible. But the way that Essek's body squeezed at his cock, seemed to hold him in a near stranglehold, the way that muffled scream left the other man, he was following his lover over that edge, spilling himself, painting the other man's insides with the mark of his claim, the proof of who Essek belonged to.
A low growl echoed in his throat as he bit once more at Essek's shoulder, still rocking against him though his movements began to slow.]