[ Bren looked so incredibly debauched, with those spit-slicked lips and the dazed blue eyes that held fathomless depths, they looked as if he was experiencing his own sort of delirium and it made Essek feel powerful that he was the one who was engendering these feelings within his beautiful Mate. He bit at that neck and it was a delicate and yet sharp thing between them. And thus he pressed kisses to those lips, to prove that he was was going to cherish him even as he was going to utterly ruin him, ruin him as much as he was able to.
a choked gasp against those lips and then he was pushing himself deep inside until he hit that prostate, the walls that clenched around him in such a dizzying symphony.
It positively made the blood in his veins sing, or perhaps it was just the bond within that tied him to Bren, so that he could feel the way that the other man's blood thrummed in a dance to the music that he was conducting. Perhaps it was the blood, but no matter what-- his fingers were searching for the ring with trembling breath, cool fingers against rigid shaft and teeth from behind bit right into the back of Bren's neck in a manner that was decadently primal.
The moment that Essek came, it was a combination of his own seed and then also the aether resonation of the simulacrum's, mingling into something that was filling as it was nearly imploding, and then off came the ring and it was cast aside; their own bodies slick with the sweat and spend. ]
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a choked gasp against those lips and then he was pushing himself deep inside until he hit that prostate, the walls that clenched around him in such a dizzying symphony.
It positively made the blood in his veins sing, or perhaps it was just the bond within that tied him to Bren, so that he could feel the way that the other man's blood thrummed in a dance to the music that he was conducting. Perhaps it was the blood, but no matter what-- his fingers were searching for the ring with trembling breath, cool fingers against rigid shaft and teeth from behind bit right into the back of Bren's neck in a manner that was decadently primal.
The moment that Essek came, it was a combination of his own seed and then also the aether resonation of the simulacrum's, mingling into something that was filling as it was nearly imploding, and then off came the ring and it was cast aside; their own bodies slick with the sweat and spend. ]