[Bren's breath caught, that first sting of pain quickly swept away by the bliss of the feeding. of the connection between them made tangible in this way. His heart beat faster, answering the call of his lover as if eager to provide that sustenance, to let Essek take his fill. He'd wear the mark proudly, this evidence of his belonging to his mate, of being the one to provide for him, to feed him.
He noticed that the drowpire drank deeper, and the only evidence of this realization was a soft moan of his own. He was a werewolf, after all, and the blood that flowed through his veins was made something preternatural. He could sustain. He would. Though if Bren were being utterly honest to himself, if Essek asked it of him, he would let his lover drink him dry, until his own heart gave out. He knew that Essek never would, of course, knew it like an immutable truth of the universe.
A soft sigh as that mouth lifted away from his neck and he turned to nuzzle into Essek, smiling at the new warmth in his skin.]
I am only a man in love. Or perhaps a monster in love. Both, I suppose.
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Date: 2023-09-23 02:48 am (UTC)He noticed that the drowpire drank deeper, and the only evidence of this realization was a soft moan of his own. He was a werewolf, after all, and the blood that flowed through his veins was made something preternatural. He could sustain. He would. Though if Bren were being utterly honest to himself, if Essek asked it of him, he would let his lover drink him dry, until his own heart gave out. He knew that Essek never would, of course, knew it like an immutable truth of the universe.
A soft sigh as that mouth lifted away from his neck and he turned to nuzzle into Essek, smiling at the new warmth in his skin.]
I am only a man in love. Or perhaps a monster in love. Both, I suppose.