[ The thing that had been about Caleb Widogast is that he had the most expressive emotions that crossed over those features; Essek had always loved the way that he could never hide his feelings. He remembered that first kiss, the wonder in those eyes and the rising of the sun backdropped by blue, and he never wanted Caleb to hide that. Now, he saw something similar with Bren-- that quivering excitement and the heart on the sleeve.

Slowly and methodically he worked the oils into his delicate hand, the scent was jasmine and snow-- fingers free and clear of any sort of jewelry as he allowed Bren to watch the preparations.

Behind the werewolf, Essek's hand drew Bren's arm back so that he was effectively being stopped from touching himself. One arm up and over to keep him pinned while the other hand of the simulacrum was making slow sensual circles against hair covered chest, a figure eight while he did not quite approach nipples yet. ]

I would let you do anything to me as well, Bren Ermendrud-- I trust you that much. [ Like a falling petal, his fingertips teased that inner thigh and then sliding inward until he was leaving a oil slick trail against those balls so full and aching-- filled with unrealized spend. Forefinger than danced a minute against that tight entrance and he was slowly working it in slowly ] I do not want you quiet, I want you howling for me...