[Even with clothes still on, Bren wasn't exactly keeping his hands to himself. He was on that aching edge, and he could not seem to stop touching his lover, could not keep the thought of just how much he wanted Essek out of his mind or his eyes or his touch. It was not entirely subtle, but to hell with subtle. Let anyone watching see that magnetism and desire between mates, to know it for what it was.
His breath caught and he exhaled it in a shuddering moan as those fangs sank into his neck, the ecstasy that Essek's taking of blood brought with it. His eyes had fallen mostly shut, but he looked out over the dancefloor. They were being watched, of course, the werewolf offering himself willingly to the lips and fangs of a vampire.
And clearly enjoying himself in the process.
More than that, he loved the knowledge that Essek took sustenance from him, that soon he would be the reason for the warmth and flush of color in that beautiful lavender skin.]
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His breath caught and he exhaled it in a shuddering moan as those fangs sank into his neck, the ecstasy that Essek's taking of blood brought with it. His eyes had fallen mostly shut, but he looked out over the dancefloor. They were being watched, of course, the werewolf offering himself willingly to the lips and fangs of a vampire.
And clearly enjoying himself in the process.
More than that, he loved the knowledge that Essek took sustenance from him, that soon he would be the reason for the warmth and flush of color in that beautiful lavender skin.]