[ Tenderly and yet firmly, those fangs sank down--- into that a not-so-well worn spot; he could not reach it from how they were positioned. So there was some give to it but also there was skin unused to being fed upon and it would leave such a mark that would not even be able to be hidden by a scarf; Essek's tongue then formed the seal as he siphoned it, alternating between sucks and laps that worked at flesh.
Bren's sharp and hot blood as it danced, tanged with who he was-- a spice to it that he was finding himself addictive to; no wonder why it tasted so good. Not only the emotional remembrance of that blood but Bren's own flavor added into the mix to heighten the bouquet.
His fingers tangled in locks of hair, touseled from their recent activities while he murmured in soft moans at the taste that spilled over his senses, and he drank deeply and thoroughly, perhaps far deeper than he had previously but Bren's body? It could take that, because still it throbbed and pulsed underneath him, still there was no weakening of that strong beat that thundered against his own skin, and he galloped with it-- up until that last moment he knew he had to draw away.
And then his mouth came away with panting and he rested his head backward, chest breathing as lungs filled with air and he sighed, his skin once again warm and there was a beating where his heart was being powered at least temporarily. ]
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Date: 2023-09-22 07:51 pm (UTC)Bren's sharp and hot blood as it danced, tanged with who he was-- a spice to it that he was finding himself addictive to; no wonder why it tasted so good. Not only the emotional remembrance of that blood but Bren's own flavor added into the mix to heighten the bouquet.
His fingers tangled in locks of hair, touseled from their recent activities while he murmured in soft moans at the taste that spilled over his senses, and he drank deeply and thoroughly, perhaps far deeper than he had previously but Bren's body? It could take that, because still it throbbed and pulsed underneath him, still there was no weakening of that strong beat that thundered against his own skin, and he galloped with it-- up until that last moment he knew he had to draw away.
And then his mouth came away with panting and he rested his head backward, chest breathing as lungs filled with air and he sighed, his skin once again warm and there was a beating where his heart was being powered at least temporarily. ]
You are magic, Bren...