[ It was a wonder how perfect Bren fit within the circle of his arms like this, sweetly vulnerable and soft-- Essek knew that this was not always the case especially with a wolf who was growing closer to that time of the month where the moon rose high in the sky. This was a treasure and a gift, he'd seen how there had been posturing on the dance floor, had seen those looks darted by Bren at other wolves who had been circling.

In that Bren, there was nothing of the submissive; it was all alpha and inexplicably male.

It was attractive, if Essek was being honest with himself.

Now though, he stroked through hair and allowed his lips to find forehead, hair.. anything that he could get a hold of; all the while the shadow clone made work of the clean up and treating Bren just as gently and tenderly. Though very soon that too was gone, leaving the two of them together with the sound of the crowd below the mezzanine a drifting sweet backdrop to the closeness and intimacy that oftimes came from such situations as these. ] You have proven I am your mate to everyone here within this club, I like being your mate, it suits me to belong to you.

[ Those slightly widening eyes and then the back of his fingertips lightly grazed against a cheek and he was filled with how much he loved this man, how much each gesture was like a feast for him. Deep inside, he knew the stars would die before he let this man go again. ] We may cuddle first, and work up to that.. if you are a good boy for me.

[ Ah, he knew that would hit like an arrow to several parts of Bren. ]