[The rest of the night was more than a bit of a blur. Bren would of course go wherever it was that Essek went without argument. This close to the full moon especially, he did not want to be separated from his mate. Not that it would be any different once the full moon had passed.
When the next night came, and Bren found himself still very much pent up and even more caught in the sway of the moon, he was certain that every last one of his senses had been amplified. The world was brighter and sharper, louder, and the only thing that soothed the restlessness in him was the scent of his mate, the sound of Essek's voice, the touch of his hand.
Of course, all those things were also a sweet torture given that he was still not allowed his release.
They arrived at the club in Essek's miraculously cleaned up car (given the state they'd left it in on their way back from the gala). Bren had never worn anything quite like what his mate had dressed him in. Black leather contrasted sharply against pale, freckled skin -- a lot more of which was showing than he'd expected, but the way that his mate had looked at him had soothed any uncertainty in him. The collar around his throat though, and the thin chain that hung from it and was currently held in Essek's hand, well that had somehow only made his still-ringed prick throb, at the show of ownership, the visible staking of a claim.
He knew, as they arrived, that all eyes were on them, and he could feel his hackles begin to rise the longer that attention lingered on Essek.]
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When the next night came, and Bren found himself still very much pent up and even more caught in the sway of the moon, he was certain that every last one of his senses had been amplified. The world was brighter and sharper, louder, and the only thing that soothed the restlessness in him was the scent of his mate, the sound of Essek's voice, the touch of his hand.
Of course, all those things were also a sweet torture given that he was still not allowed his release.
They arrived at the club in Essek's miraculously cleaned up car (given the state they'd left it in on their way back from the gala). Bren had never worn anything quite like what his mate had dressed him in. Black leather contrasted sharply against pale, freckled skin -- a lot more of which was showing than he'd expected, but the way that his mate had looked at him had soothed any uncertainty in him. The collar around his throat though, and the thin chain that hung from it and was currently held in Essek's hand, well that had somehow only made his still-ringed prick throb, at the show of ownership, the visible staking of a claim.
He knew, as they arrived, that all eyes were on them, and he could feel his hackles begin to rise the longer that attention lingered on Essek.]