I do not know, the view I currently have is rather compelling if I do say so myself.
[ Essek's, no Bren's own tunic, barely clung to him, part of it slipping off his shoulders. He'd always loved wearing Caleb's clothing because they'd been warm and comfortable, coats and scarves, sweaters and lounge pants that were a bit too long on him. It was not the mere comfort but it was also the scent of them, of cloves and oranges, of paper and ink. Even Bren could not escape that scent, and it would linger against his skin.
Unbidden but never unwanted.
His slender fingers pulled at the buttons then and then more of Essek's chest was revealed, the smattering of star freckles against collarbone, and his own hair slightly tousled and nowhere near it's customary neatened stylings.
And Essek did undulate in perfect sync with his husband, rolling against those hips as if he was riding against a wave; a wave that he wanted to carry him away. Another few buttons undone and then the shirt fell naturally open to reveal the line of Essek's torso, the long slender prick that jutted forth, the little triangle of hair pointing downward, and then above that the toned stomach. ] I ache for you, I want to feel your hands on me.
[ Reaching for Caleb's hand then, moving it to press palm flat against his chest so that the man could feel the rapid beating of his thrumming heart. ]
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Date: 2024-04-24 02:32 am (UTC)[ Essek's, no Bren's own tunic, barely clung to him, part of it slipping off his shoulders. He'd always loved wearing Caleb's clothing because they'd been warm and comfortable, coats and scarves, sweaters and lounge pants that were a bit too long on him. It was not the mere comfort but it was also the scent of them, of cloves and oranges, of paper and ink. Even Bren could not escape that scent, and it would linger against his skin.
Unbidden but never unwanted.
His slender fingers pulled at the buttons then and then more of Essek's chest was revealed, the smattering of star freckles against collarbone, and his own hair slightly tousled and nowhere near it's customary neatened stylings.
And Essek did undulate in perfect sync with his husband, rolling against those hips as if he was riding against a wave; a wave that he wanted to carry him away. Another few buttons undone and then the shirt fell naturally open to reveal the line of Essek's torso, the long slender prick that jutted forth, the little triangle of hair pointing downward, and then above that the toned stomach. ] I ache for you, I want to feel your hands on me.
[ Reaching for Caleb's hand then, moving it to press palm flat against his chest so that the man could feel the rapid beating of his thrumming heart. ]