[Bren trembled as that foot went questing, bracing himself for a touch that never came. But it was probably for the best. He teetered so close to that edge, and he did not want to disobey, did not want to disappoint his mate. Still the touch only increased the muffled whimpers lost around Essek's prick as the werewolf fucked his mouth on that length with a growing desperation.
Every sound Essek made only spurred him on, such a beautiful song that Bren felt graced to hear. No one else would have his lover this way, no one else would know how beautiful Essek was in these moments when all his poise and grace and composure let go.
He swallowed around Essek, desperate, eager, to drink him down. It was too much despite his efforts, and he made a proper mess of himself, come leaking from his lips, where they were still stretched around the drowpire's cock, down stubbled chin even as his throat continued to work around him.]
no subject
Every sound Essek made only spurred him on, such a beautiful song that Bren felt graced to hear. No one else would have his lover this way, no one else would know how beautiful Essek was in these moments when all his poise and grace and composure let go.
He swallowed around Essek, desperate, eager, to drink him down. It was too much despite his efforts, and he made a proper mess of himself, come leaking from his lips, where they were still stretched around the drowpire's cock, down stubbled chin even as his throat continued to work around him.]