[ The drow looked up at Bren from between those lowered lashes, perhaps a bit pleased that the werewolf sounded utterly smitten and yes, obedient. And thus he smiled as he slipped his palms up and down that chest, although soon enough his hands were reaching to take hold of jaw and then he was looking up into that mien, how the other man longed to please him.

A certain frisson of power filled him and he nodded slowly. ] You are such a good boy, asking for permission like that, and you even used the term 'May I?' so sweetly, how can I resist giving my sweet boy whatever he desires.

[ And then he leaned upward so that he could brush his lips against his lovers, feeling the way that the mouth parted against his, the very essence of Bren that made him both want to be protective as well as push him up against a wall and tear him asunder in the most delicious way possible, but he did not deepen the kiss quite yet-- he wanted to enjoy the anticipation, the warmth of mouth to mouth, and he allowed his lips to slip open so that he could sense the taste of him. ]