I want that too, for the world to know that I am yours. As I am meant to be. And you are mine.

[Bren wrapped his arms around Essek from behind, glancing over his shoulder at what he's typing, but only briefly. Then he finds himself terribly distracted. Essek was right there, and Bren kissed slowly up the side of his neck, behind his ear, up to nibble gently at the shell of that sharp point. There was something warm and intimate about the moment, simply existing in Essek's world, waking up from his bed, neither of them holding back secrets any longer.

He paused at the question, stepping back as Essek turned to look at him.]

...too much. But I don't believe it is as secure an influence as he believes it is. There is a loyal circle around him, ja. But beyond that...