[It was filthy, yes, but it was also devotional, an act of worship that Bren was eager to give to this beautiful man, his mate, his soulmate, the reason that his world had light in it once more. He wanted to give him pleasure, give him this utter submission and obedience, to know that Essek was losing himself in ecstasy because of him, to know that he was good for him in this. The drowpire had given him so much, and Bren wanted to give it all back and more.
Bren's eyes fluttered as those fingers gripped into his hair, a soft sound of his own echoing around the prick in his mouth. He looked up to him when the other man spoke, taking in each word raptly. Pupils had blown wide to nearly subsume all the blue of his irises. Another whimper at the promise of being fed the cream that he oh so desperately craved, the overwhelming desire to swallow down his essence.
He would also not disappoint in that next request. How could he? A slow drag of his tongue around the head of that cock, as if savoring the taste of him before he began to slide his lips further down that shaft. He did not stop even as he felt his prick at the back of his throat, fighting the soft choking that started, the tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes as he stilled himself. He swallowed around him, relaxing to prepare himself, to take the last inches into his throat.]
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Date: 2023-11-22 03:53 am (UTC)Bren's eyes fluttered as those fingers gripped into his hair, a soft sound of his own echoing around the prick in his mouth. He looked up to him when the other man spoke, taking in each word raptly. Pupils had blown wide to nearly subsume all the blue of his irises. Another whimper at the promise of being fed the cream that he oh so desperately craved, the overwhelming desire to swallow down his essence.
He would also not disappoint in that next request. How could he? A slow drag of his tongue around the head of that cock, as if savoring the taste of him before he began to slide his lips further down that shaft. He did not stop even as he felt his prick at the back of his throat, fighting the soft choking that started, the tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes as he stilled himself. He swallowed around him, relaxing to prepare himself, to take the last inches into his throat.]