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for Essek (lacrymaperle) - vampire/werewolf au

[There had been a simpler time, several years before when Bren hadn't yet known Trent Ikithon, a time when he was thoroughly and blissfully unaware of the things that existed in the dark, when the ideas of werewolves and vampires and other creatures that ought to have been nothing more than fairy tale fodder. Instead, his paths had crossed with Trent and everything had changed. He'd been thrown into a small walled courtyard one night, under the light of a full moon, and he had not been alone. That was the first time he had met a werewolf. Bren remembered the bite, still had the scar of it on one forearm, remembered the confusion and the terror -- both of which were nothing compared to the full moon that followed the month after, the first time he'd transformed. He remembered the pain of his entire body breaking and reshaping itself, the fear of losing himself entirely. He'd blacked out that night, woken up naked and aching as if he'd been run over by a bus.

It had been the same very moon since, except that piece by piece, bit by bit, he held onto some small shred of himself during the transformation. Trent Ikithon had explained that all this was for Bren's own good, that he was safer here than anywhere else. that there were vampires who would tear him apart on sight, one in particular, a singular monster who Trent seemed to have a personal loathing for. Bren tried to probe why any vampire, never mind a particular one, would have any interest in him. No explanation was ever given except that 'the Shadowhand will never have you. Not in this life or the next. I will see to that.'

Bren had no idea what that meant. Before all this, the only strange thing in his life were recurring dreams -- and oh they were beautiful things. Arms that were secure and safe around him, tender and gentle but not warm. The soft lilt of a voice that assured him everything would be well, that wherever he went he would be found again. Trent had hated the dreams and had done his best to cast them out of Bren's conscious awareness. Now they were barely shadows, things he could remember the feeling of more than the details. It hurt even trying to recall them, so he didn't.

This past moon Bren had made his escape after he transformed, finally aware enough of himself that he had his chance. He was free. That was the only thought in his mind right now and it repeated in echoed mantra over and over again as he tried to keep himself from spiraling into a breakdown. It had been years since he'd been out, actually out in the world, not kept with Trent Ikithon's control, trapped within the grounds of that monster's manor. He was, after all, Trent's pet project, for whatever reasons the old bastard had. It didn't matter. Back in that direction lay only pain and isolation. He wouldn't go back.

Of course, he didn't really have a plan to go forward either, really. Even before he'd been captured and turned, he hadn't had any family left, few friends, and he'd been out of the world for years now. He managed to ~~steal~~ find some clothes, ill-fitting, a coat that was too big on his underfed frame, a scarf wrapped about his neck. He was a mess, long copper hair in tangles past his shoulders, his beard untrimmed, a frantic fear in wide blue eyes as he tried to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to get his bearings. He couldn't let Trent find him again. This was freedom, and he would not give it up.

A soft meow caught his attention, and he looked up in surprise as a small orange tabby approached him. For the first time in a long while, Bren smiled.] Hello there... [The little creature sniffed his outstretched hand and headbutted his fingers. It was the first kind touch that he'd known in so long, he almost teared up over it.] Well, at least I am not alone anymore. That's comforting.

[Now if he could just figure out what the hell he was going to do, where he was going to go.]

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[ They were now swaying and this still felt right and it was so easy to tuck his head in closer, the warm brush of whisper like a sweet fire against his earlobe-- lulling him into a sense of overwhelming rightness where he could do nothing but bask in it. Underneath Bren's tunic, the beating of his heart like a siren's song; it drew him back again and again-- a candle in the night and a signal flare of hope.

He loved this man; he loved whom he had been over a hundred years ago, he loved him now-- as he was.

He could see where they were similar; likewise Essek also knew that they had separate lives and expiriences-- but ultimately both harmed by Trent Ikithon, and when Essek found out the vein of Bren's trauma? There would be such hell to pay, he would see Trent ripped to shreads, he would see him in a pool of his own blood-- crying out to whatever god he served. ]

Tonight, you will become mine-- and I will become yours.

[ Essek promised. How could he not promise that to this man who held him like he was a fragile star and ultimately breakable. However tonight, Essek would teach the other man that he was anything other than that. ]

I fed tonight, but I did not top myself off.. [ His fingers drew a circle against a shoulder blade, somewhat coy ] I was hoping that you would be my dessert, since you taste so much better to me than anyone else.

[Bren had come to accept this feeling of being himself and someone else at the same time. It should have been frightening, perhaps. Or maybe not. Maybe he should have embraced being anyone but the wreck of who he was, who Trent had shattered him in to being. But it was neither of those. Instead, in Essek's arms, in the other man's desire and acceptance of him as he was now and who he was in another lifetime, who he could not yet remember being, he found that it all made sense, a perfect balance. He could be Bren, could share a soul with his previous life, could belong in Essek's arms and heart.

And if nothing else, the one thing that united Bren Ermendrud and Caleb Widogast was the singular, white-hot love for this beautiful creature so untouched by death or age.

His lips stretched into a smile at that promise, even as a blush rose over the freckled bridge of his nose, through his cheeks, heat at the very thought of that and how much he wanted it.]

Ah... is that so? [He drew back enough to find Essek's gaze with his own, blue eyes alight, wicked with playful mischief.] Then you want the taste of me on your tongue to linger last, mm? I think I would liek that, being your treat.

You are my mate, because of that-- you taste much better than anyone else could. [ Perhaps once he knew that by Bren's werewolf blood, it would regenerate at a higher pace, then he could partake longer and deeper, make Bren a full meal. To be honest, Essek had been in this state for so long that all it took was a bite every other day for him to be content; a meal that would be taxing and stressful on a human body if sustained.

Perhaps one day.

Instead he had left room for Bren, to savor him. His dark painted nail-tip lightly moved up and down the side of Bren's neck, looking at the offered skin and running his tongue over his lip in contemplative hunger; then his gaze slid up to Bren-- to meet those roguish ocean eyes, drowning in them. ]

I would like to take a bite of you as you come for me, taste your pleasure on my tongue. [ Then Essek leaned in to press a soft kiss to that pulse, dragging his tongue against it ] You know, I have not had a man my bed since Caleb.

Good... [Bren murmured quietly. He liked the idea of it, of being Essek's favorite taste, of being something special to him because of their connection. He was a werewolf, and his blood would regenerate so much quicker than it would have when he had been only human, he would nearly always be ready for those teeth in his neck, that moment of unbridled ecstasy at the connection between them.

His neck arched at the touch, nothing but invitation, ever invitation for his soulmate. He met Essek's gaze, even as his lips parted around a soft moan at the words.]

Ah... yes, I want that. I want that very much.

[He was ready to beg for it, to drop to his knees here and now and plead for Essek to make him come, to take his blood, to take him.]

Will you let me be the next? [And then lower, little more than a growl.] The only?

[ The edge of possession was not lost on Essek Thelyss, the very low growl was caught by his ears and he found himself shivering at the thought of Bren being possessive of him; it caused a thick warmth to pool ever downward and thus hardening him even further then he had already been. He remembered how Caleb had reacted when others had hit on him, a arm around a shoulder, a nuzzle to let the watcher know he was taken.

Nothing could precisely replicate the way that had made him feel, as if he was a treasure to be coveted; even if the only one he had ever wanted to open his coffers had been Widogast. It was nice to be admired; however, Bren's voice all breathy and deadly serious made him slow down in the dance until he was standing there in the circle of Bren's arms.

The undertone was feral and primal, it was a new nuance that he could not quite place ]

I am just as possessive as well, Chathiu.. [ his fingers took Bren's chin between them, the scruff dancing over his thumb as he searched those eyes, pressing himself closer ] Once I take you to bed, I am going to ruin you for anyone else.. and I will kill anyone who tries to touch you.

[ He said this so calmly but there was such deadly promise behind it ]

[Bren had forgotten all about dancing as well. The only thing that was important right now was having Essek in his arms, having the other man close enough that he could feel him, the borrowed warmth of the blood he'd fed on earlier, the familiar scent of him. It was intoxicating, and Bren wanted to bury his nose against skin and inhale until he was fully drunk on him.

He allowed himself a moment of just that, until his chin was taken and he found himself fixed by that gaze, still as he met those piercing, depthless eyes, the galaxies that swirled within them. The words had his throat going tight, a heat pooling, molten and heavy as his arousal stirred at the words.]

As if I am not already ruined. As if there could ever be anyone but you.

[Bren knew he had fallen, and knew that there was no return from this tumble, over the event horizon of the singularity that was Essek Thelyss.]

[ Essek pressed a fingertip against Bren's lips then before he drew away from Bren, with a sway that was familiar as time itself, a light dance and parry as he tugged on Bren's hand with his other, urging him on against Shadows, toward the stairs that could very well lead up to the Amber Room, and further pleasures for the both of them. He was thinking that perhaps now was the time that they moved to the bedroom.

The smile that the drowpire gave Bren was nearly enigmatic in nature. ]

Then let us retire so that we may get to a ruining of a more physical nature? This dance has given me a definite hunger for something that has not been on the menu in a very long time.

[ Sex, raw and filthy sex that was poised on the sweet promise of possession. Essek wanted to stake his claim, to bury his scent deep inside Bren; not quite realizing that was what the other man undoutedly wanted... was that primal scent marking ]

[Bren followed with that tug, fingers curling around Essek's hand, not ready to allow separation between them. The dance had broken, but Bren would maintain the touch as they made their way wherever it was that Essek would lead him. He would follow him anywhere, he realized, a moth to the starlit flame that was Essek Thelyss.

When he caught sight of that smile, his heart and his feet stumbled, but both righted themselves and kept on chasing after the vampire.]

There are things I am starving for as well.

[For Essek in his arms, those hands on him, for the feeling of the other man deep inside him. That was exactly wanted yes, to be claimed, to be marked in the most intimate way that Essek could, to be ruined with the scent of the other man, so that his mate could flood each and every one of his senses until their scents mingled, until Bren could smell himself on Essek as well, on his skin and lips and flowing through his veins.]

You promised that you would tell me what you thought of yes?

[ And then Essek was moving up the steps, hand in hand with Bren while he could feel his own heart soar with anticipation-- like two newlyweds who were heading to their wedding bed. A glow suffused him, the warmth of his skin from second-hand blood, the way that it would be further heated by Bren's own life essence. There was a heavy sheen of enchantment, of star-built possibility that hummed between them and met exactly at their fingertips.

The halls were silent, as if the servants had fled to give them privacy to pad their route to Bren's room.

Sweet silence except the quickening beat of Bren's heart that he could feel through handclasp; sharing with him his own pleasure incarnate. Finally he reached Bren's door and there was a fumbling for the knob; not being as graceful as he would've liked until finally it opened and he leaned up to press a soft kiss to Bren's jawline, the drag of an incisor. ]

Invite me in...

I did, yes. And I will keep that promise.

[A similar anticipation was building in Bren with each step in the staircase, each stride towards the Amber Room -- his room, he thought. This place felt like home. Where Essek Thelyss was felt like home. He'd found himself in the vampire's lair and never wanted to leave. The monster that Ikithon had tried to instill so much terror in him for, had turned out to be the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen, the man that his soul had been lying in slumber waiting for.

Bren was certain that Essek could indeed hear his racing heart. He could hear it himself, echoing in his ears, thundering in his chest.

He leaned back in the doorframe as those wicked teeth dragged along his jaw, head falling back. Invite him in, mm? Without question. Bren settled his hand against Essek's chest, smoothing fingers over his lapel, the expensive fabric smooth and cool beneath his touch.]

I thought you of you earlier, remembered how your cock felt in my mouth, how sweet you tasted... tried to imagine what you'd feel like inside me, what it would be like to be claimed by you....

[His fingers curled into that lapel and gave a little tug.] Come inside, Liebling. Please.

[ He did not need an invitation within his own home, he realized that. He was allowed to go anywhere within the realm of Widogast Manor; Bren had no jurisdiction to keep him from any room within but there was something deeply erotic about the concept of his lover inviting him, giving him permission. A purr centered at the back of his throat and then he quickly slipped inside, thereby pulling his very sexy man with him. And thus, ceremoniously-- the door was shut behind them and he slipped into those arms before and therefore drew the other man closer and closer to him, attempting to direct him to the bed. ]

I thought of you too while I was at my party, about how I could not wait to get back home to you.

[ Soon Bren was pulled just before the dais leading up to the bed and then Essek's hands were attempting to spread the fabric of tunic while chest was revealed, sprigged with hair which his palms pressed flush again ]

There is nothing more fascinating than your body.. I love how your hair feels on my skin.. [ every whisper was a love letter made for Bren's ears only, a love letter that was written in the most elegant script, but also tinged with a but of lust. ] I almost had to slide into a dark corner to take the pressure off, but I held off because I wanted to come inside you, yes...

[ On his feet now so that he had to tilt his head only a fraction to look into Bren's eyes, there were golden stars buried in Essek's blown wide eyes, and the desire in there was made uniquely for Bren ]

[Everything of Bren was open permission for Essek, inviting him in, calling him home, if he would have it. The manor was Lord Thelyss's, of course, and Bren the guest, but all that he had to offer of himself, it was open to this beautiful, immortal creature. It always would be. And even now, Bren looked at Essek as if he was some dream made flesh, a fairytale creature too lovely to be real, but somehow real and true and his.

Bren gasped softly as he was pulled, offering no resistance, all too happy to be drawn in close, his arms winding around Essek as they moved towards the bed. It was a different dance than the one in the hallway, more deliberate and with a certain goal in sight.]

I like knowing I was on your mind.

[He murmured softly as those hands moved over his chest, eyes fluttering half shut. He shivered at those words, the promise, a flush rising on his face.]

Good... then let me make it up to you for your suffering... [A low, heated note in his voice as he looked into those eyes, nearly losing himself in their depths, the way that Essek looked at him as if he was worth desiring..]

You've been on my mind for over hundred years, the concept of you-- the possibility of you, the idea of you, and you are now made flesh.

[ Re-made flesh to form the visage of the man he loved, two parts of a full whole-- from that lanky physique of freckled flesh, to the flame hair, and those eyes that could be both tender and intense; from one moment to the next. And he would never let Bren leave his side, once he was able to-- he would craft a wardrobe suitable for the other man's accompaniment out to functions and places. In Rexxentrum, he had events to go to but also, for his own renowned, the city never slept.

His fingers undid the last of the buttons so that the shirt hung open, he allowed his eyes to consume the other man as if he was a drink of something. Tongue slid over his lower lip, just against incisor as well-- as that hunger filled him. His lover clearly looked ready from him as he stood back to regard him, eyes that swept from head to feet and lingering over key places, dips and hollows but also crestings and peaks.

Essek's hand reached for Bren's and then he drew it to his own jacket, the v of lavender skin that peeked out, showing that all he wore was that double breasted jacket and nothing underneath, and the trousers black linen and loose which would show his own distraction once the jacket was removed. ]

Will you be my zemnian blanket, Bren? Will you warm me until I am on fire for you?

Essek...

[Just his name because what could Bren possibly have said to any of that, to explain how it shook him to his core to be wanted so deeply, so completely. It made his chest ache with how full it felt, how deep that emotion ran in him. He knew he would do anything for this man, his fairytale Lord who had found him, quite literally, lost in the woods and saved him from so many things -- including, in many ways -- himself.

He flushed as Essek looked at him, the gaze that he could physically feel. With his shirt open, the outline of his cock, stirred to life already by the soft touches and sweet words and the very idea of giving himself to this man, them giving themselves to each other.

His finger slid over that lapel, fingertips grazing along that cool, soft skin as he did. The buttons were made short work of, and finding no further barriers beneath to either his eyes or his touch was a thrilling surprise. His hand drifted down his chest, the flat pane of his stomach, hooking into the waistband of Essek's trousers, tugging him closer.]

I will keep you warm, Liebling. Always. I am already burning for you

[ Those warm fingers skidding against cloth and fabric would find the chest to be completely bared underneath-- hairless chest sprinkled by a galaxy of starry freckles, the only nod to hair was a thin line of hair that disappeared into loose linen pants, as if showing Bren the way like Polaris pointing downward. And then there was the arousal that Bren would feel as their bodies collided.

Like an unearthly pull, Essek's mouth orbited until finally he caught that lower lip and he tugged lightly with teeth, a whimpering little growl of possession while his hand slipped and then he cupped that tight ass with a palm to give it a squeeze.

Objectifying his very handsome lover with those stunning blue eyes, there was after all something absolutely corruptable about him-- in a way that Caleb had not been; he felt flawed and broken, and something inside called to the same aspected part of Bren.

Even if there was still hope for Essek that the soul inside Bren could see; for certainly the Drowpire was blind to it.

A cool trail of kisses against burning skin, hot and utterly undeniable as Essek could not stop the onslaught, against chin, jaw-- even as his tongue slid flat against skin and felt the blood all but jump to try to circumvent the barriers placed their by nature ]

How your blood thirsts for me..

[Bren's hands could not be stilled, moving up and along his sides, over his chest, moving to push that jacket off his shoulders, to let it fall to the floor, pool in a puddle of expensive fabric at their feet. This way, it was easy to lean into him, to feel cooler skin against his own heated body, already burning so hotly for his soulmate.

He leaned into that kiss, shivering at the sound of that possessive sound. He breathed a moan of his own as those hands gripped his ass. Stepping in all the closer, his arms wrapped around him, hands running up Essek's back to press against him, to close any space between their bodies. Essek had him, utterly under his spell, and Bren would eagerly let himself be enthralled by this man his soul yearned for.

There was indeed something broken in him, sharp-edged and still bleeding, but it would fit together with the jagged pieces in Essek. Inside Bren, Caleb knew it was right. They had been broken apart by Ikithon more than once, and this would put back together something which ought never have been separated.

His fingers curled against Essek's back, dragging over that satin skin, eyes falling shut as he basked in the touch of that mouth over his skin. His head fell to the side to bare his neck to that attention.]

All of me thirsts for you. And what about you, Sternenlicht? Do you thirst?

[ They were broken like puzzle pieces, however suddenly Essek presented to the part that he knew he could lock perfectly within, the way that the body cradled him, the palm warm against his back spreading a path of heat up along the curvature of his back-- and he arched like a cat into that stroking of fingers, like he had craved it.

Like his owner had come home.

However, they owned each other and it was mutually but unspokenly acknowledged. As much he knew that he was Bren's pet cat made flesh, Bren was his pet, was irrevocably his in all ways. Would be it in another manner tonight as he lay claimage to the man pressed so close to him. ]

I am so hungry for you.. I can taste you, know. You throb against my tongue until I am sick with the longing of you.

[ Essek stepped forward and thereby angled Bren to walk backwards. His movements graceful as he used dance to move Bren toward the canopied that was no stranger to bodies frenzied with need and desire. Had seen legs wrapped around waists and heard sharply ragged pleas for more, for deeper and harder. ]

I want you out of those pants and sprawled out for me on that bed, Chathiu... I want to see how hard you are for me.

[ and then Essek's teeth nibbled skin but did not break skin quite yet. ]

[Oh Bren knew that he belonged to Essek, knew it soul deep in his bones that he had been born for this exact purpose, for finding his way back into these arms. Whatever had been thrown in his way, he was always headed for this moment, a welcome realization that he was exactly where he ought to be. He was not his own entirely, anymore, but he'd been given so much in return, Essek's heart to hold and safeguard in place of his own.

And now they'd have each other in this new -- and simultaneously so utterly familiar -- way that Bren desperately wanted.]

You can taste me when you like. My heart is beating for you. Can you hear it?

[Racing in his chest, sending his blood coursing through his vein, heated through with the need in him for the other man. He felt himself danced towards the bed, stopping when he felt the edge of it against the back of his legs.]

I'm achingly hard for you, Liebling.

[Bren informed him before stepping back to do as he was told, easing his pants down from his hips to let them pool at his feet. He stepped out of them, and what he'd said was true. His cock was hard, arching proudly upward, flushed and red, precome already beading at the head of his prick. He let his gaze flicker to Essek as if to check for the other man's approval, before moving to climb into the bed, stretching out, relaxing back into the pillows.]

[ Bren Ermendrud was a feast laid out before him, the most delicious of feasts and he wanted to trail his lips over freckles, to see how they tasted; to nuzzle his face against the artful patches of hair that seemed to path out, from the chest, and then the thin line of abdomen before it trailed to a broader v. And oh how that v seemed to point downward to a length jutting and twitching in anticipation.

And those eyes, they were melancholy eyes. As if he could not comprehend anyone loving him; but begged all the same; and oh how Essek lived to love him. Whoever put that look in Bren's eyes, Essek wanted to systematically destroy until there was nothing left of him.

Make no mistake, Essek had a pretty good idea of whom had painted that sadness there.

Stepping closer before he dipped the fabric over his hips so that the linen could pool to the ground; Bren would see how hard he was as well-- this was perhaps not as much of a feat since Essek was at the normal a state of half-hardness however now he was wedged up against his own smooth stomach, held captive there by his thirst for the other man.

And then he slipped onto the bed beside Bren, on his side and with his fingernails trailing over skin starting with collarbone, before it came to push through the fine hair at Bren's chest. ]

One day I will map every single freckle on your body, create starcharts by it-- see if I can wind my tongue against each and every one without repeating a path. [ An endeavor that could take hours and days to do, but he was up for the task ]

[The way that Essek looked at him as if he were a gourmet meal and the vampire was a man utterly starved, and Bren was still not used to being looked at as if he were something truly desirable. He thought he would like to get used to it, though, might one day even be able to believe it, that he was something worth wanting.

In the meantime he would bask in the warmth of that desire, even if he couldn't comprehend deserving it, and would desire in return. He made no attempts to hide just how much he desired him, the way his eyes followed the lines of Essek's body as those pants fall to the ground. His gaze lingered on the other man's arousal, just as hard as his own, just as affected.

He shifted beneath the soft slide of those fingernails, turning just a bit to face him, so he can let his own hand settle at Essek's hip, trail fingertips up his side, the gentle curves and angles of his body. A flush suffused his face, breath catching at the picture that promise painted.]

Will I be allowed to explore to, to find my own constellations in your own stars? [Those soft stardusting of white freckles on Essek's own perfect skin.]

[ Essek's gaze were heated as he shifted into and against that hand, so that Bren could feel the press of his hips, the sharp jutting angle there; neither of them were soft but his body felt almost made for those hands and he leaned in to drag his tongue right against the sharp bead of a nipple, his tongue far cooler than Bren's inferno of a body.

He nibbled it, drapped his incisor against hit while his palm pressed flat and flush to the stomach, to see if Bren's body was raise in response to his hands and fingers. And in the perpherial of his vision, there was Bren's arousal, flushed and already leaking prespend in excitement. ]

I will allow you to touch me-- it will require us to spend a good amount of time in bed, several sessions; and it is a lucky thing indeed that I am a vampire.. so that you may get a little bit of rest, yes?

[ For Essek would likely wear his werewolf out, until he was nothing more than a limp msss of a man. Well once of course he discovered that his lover was a werewolf, whenever that was. ]

[Bren gasped sharply at the touch of that tongue, cool and wet. His nipples hardened beneath the attention, a soft hiss exhaled in approval. He did indeed rise in response to those hands, the ocean tide of his body answering the lunar pull of Essek's touch, falling into the rhythm that Essek set for him. His prick ached to be touched as well, but for the moment, at least, he would try to be patient.

But patience would not last. Before too much longer, Bren would be begging for more, pleading with Essek to have mercy on him and give him what he so plainly needed. His gaze lifted to meet Essek's once more, even as his hand settled against the jut of that hip.]

You may be surprised by my stamina.

[Though that came back to that same secret that he was so terrified of Essek finding out -- the one that he would need to tell his lover sooner rather than later. The moon moved through its phases without care for the werewolf on Exandria praying for it to slow, for the crescent to remain in the sky and delay the inevitable.

For tonight at least, he pushed those thoughts aside.]

But I look forward to it.

[ The languid survey of body also clocked in how he could see how the ribs seemed far too pronounced for his taste as well as the subtle concave of stomach, though Essek had already made demands of the staff as well as inroads, to make sure that Bren Ermendrud ate well, that there be food available at all times for him. If there was a purpose in mind that was not sexual, it was that-- in fact the thought of Bren having the slightest tummy from eating well aroused him.

His hand smoothed ever downward until his thumb could caress over the velvet of a rosy-pink cockhead and then he allowed his fingers to wrap around it, just the head-- go feel it throb deliciously while he teased his thumb just over the slit to draw away a fresh sheen of glisten. ]

You have quite the stamina? Well so do I-- perhaps we should have a stamina off?

[ a soft teasing chuckle even as he dragged that nipple into his mouth and then he sucked at it, sucked it and allowed it to play against his sharpened teeth. Although, he was delicate with it, not wanting to play too roughly with it-- Bren would get only light scrapes.

When the peak popped out of his mouth, his hand took the initative to slide downward against the cock while he worked his way downward with palm, dragging it against the main vein on the underside, treating his lover with such delicious focus.

They were definitely going to have much hot and borderline disrespectful sex, even if Essek could not comprehend how disrespectful it would get with Bren as a werewolf. Tonight though, he only wanted to cherish Bren, to take him slow and steady. ]

I can tell how much you want me to mount you, your body hums for it.

[Bren had already started getting used to eating regularly -- in part because of the gentle prodding from Essek's staff. Even Jester seemed aware that something more than pastries was required in this particular instant. It would not be long before he looked less like he'd been near starved. All of Bren was flourishing since Essek had found him. The power of being safe and loved was stronger than the werewolf had ever known possible.

His voice caught as those fingers teased over the head of his cock, the sensitive flesh beneath that cool, gentle touch sending an almost violent shiver thrilling through him.]

I think I'd likely lose, but... it would be an interesting contest.

[He'd be ruined is what would happen, going up against a vampire, but it'd be a hell of a way to go. His fingers sank into Essek's hair as that mouth latched onto his nipple. Every new touch felt like Essek was tuning an instrument that he had long ago mastered, and soon Bren would sing beneath his touches, a symphony of the Shadowhand's making.]

Oh gods, yes, I want it. I need it... all of me needs you.

[ Hunger filled his enetire being as he curled his digits around the trembling cock, how firm and weighty it was in his hand, how it hummed for him, how Bren hummed. The quiver in that voice that spoke to the fact that he needed this, he nipped at the nipple them, just the barest tug while his hands started to work that shaft up and down, and each time his palm slid to head-- he carried precome back down to slicken the other man.

The scent of Bren's musk was an absolutely heady thing, made his stomach clench and his own prick clench in such a way that begged to be buried inside of him. It was then that Essek slowly pushed himself up and shifted so that he could find his way to between those spread thighs.

The drowpire did not stop his ministrations however, he continued to slowly jerk Bren off, watching each expression on those features. From this position, it was easier to watch how the lust blossomed over those features, those blue eyes that he could drown in and the whisper of tongue viewable amongst parted lips. ]

Get my fingers nice and slick with your precome and I will use it to prepare you for me--

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