[Bren was aroused by it, by even the thought of Essek staking his claim on him so publicly, of wearing his mate's collar, of Trent knowing just how completely he had lost any ounce of control over him. He wanted to dance with his lover, the sort of dance that was a pantomime of something far more carnal. And gods, he wanted that something more too.
He could picture all of it, too clearly. He smiled, though there was something heated in it. His scent all over his mate, their hands and bodies all over one another, for everyone to see. If he were in his wolf form, his tail would be wagging.
That question had him swallowing back a low, whimpered sound before he nodded. He pressed a kiss to Essek's shoulder.]
I will wear whatever you want me to, whatever will make you happy. [He did not know exactly what wearing something to be put on display meant, exactly, but he'd leave that in Essek's hands. After all, his lover was the fashion magnate of Wildemount.]
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He could picture all of it, too clearly. He smiled, though there was something heated in it. His scent all over his mate, their hands and bodies all over one another, for everyone to see. If he were in his wolf form, his tail would be wagging.
That question had him swallowing back a low, whimpered sound before he nodded. He pressed a kiss to Essek's shoulder.]
I will wear whatever you want me to, whatever will make you happy. [He did not know exactly what wearing something to be put on display meant, exactly, but he'd leave that in Essek's hands. After all, his lover was the fashion magnate of Wildemount.]