[ Magic was cast between them, like the ticking of a clock. His mouth warm and soft as he slid his tongue inside, to give Bren exactly what he wanted; to dig into that succulent heat that was presented to him. Because he was well fed now, his body heat would borrow off of his lover's-- so that it wasn't a raging volcano. He remembered the first night where it had been molten, the mouth and the skin.
How he'd begged for that heat greedily.
But now he was granted the respite of Bren's offering and so their temperatures for the most part did not possess so much of a disparity. And because he was eager, and he wanted to likewise show Bren that he was not intending on holding back, a singular deft moment had him cupping Bren underneath pants and following the line of those trousers, from the base to the shape of head underneath fabric.
The kiss and the touches would do Bren absolutely no favors in self control, but that too was a test-- to see how much of a good bow Bren could actually be. ]
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How he'd begged for that heat greedily.
But now he was granted the respite of Bren's offering and so their temperatures for the most part did not possess so much of a disparity. And because he was eager, and he wanted to likewise show Bren that he was not intending on holding back, a singular deft moment had him cupping Bren underneath pants and following the line of those trousers, from the base to the shape of head underneath fabric.
The kiss and the touches would do Bren absolutely no favors in self control, but that too was a test-- to see how much of a good bow Bren could actually be. ]