[ The fact that Bren was arching against his body, it was rather endearing even if he knew that it was setting Bren up toward being naughty and spilling. Those lips were promising being good but the body as it rutted up against him was likewise showing that he was being very impatience. And so as he pressed open mouthed kisses against those lips, chin nuzzling beard while he tried not to undulate against that arousal.

The mindlessness was not lost on him; the fact that if Bren succumbed to that dark wolf part of him, that he would not last and Essek did not want to be cruel to the other man. ]

Do you want me to fashion a magic cock ring for you, so you do not spill yourself? [ In a singular act of mercy, because he did love this man and wanted him to be happy even as he also wanted him to be good; give him all the tools to be good. ] I fear you may spill yourself with only a single touch?