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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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[ Essek was beginning to notice that body language was important to the other man, while in his wolf form and so he smiled in that way of his while he ran his fingers up and down that back that was trustingly presented to him-- a long leisurely stroke with fingers that slipped under tail and then pet all the way to the tip of it.

Much like one would pet a tail of a cat after completing the caress against spine.

Then Essek slipped off the bed with the most subtle of shifts before finally he was moving toward the bathing chambers with a graceful fluidity, now that trust was established he knew he had nothing to fear and that the wolf would never hurt him so he had no real care for allowing Bren to see at the point where he was vulnerable.

A few minutes later the water was turned on, after that a few clicks of time and then the top not scent of his mate filled the air; jasmine, the crisp scent of night sky and something exotic-- which went rather well with how Essek scented at his core; a few drops of orange blossom oils as well to ensure that Bren's coat would glisten and shine. No matter what, according to Essek-- his werewolf would look magnificient. ]

Edited 2024-04-15 14:06 (UTC)

[Bren was thoroughly enjoying the petting, enough that when Essek moved off the bed, the fearsome werewolf gave a pathetic little wine because wow was it over? Except, right, there was going to be a bath and some cuddles. That worked for him. He hopped himself down from the bed, stretched and padded after Essek, first on all fours before standing up to his full wolfy height, outright towering over the vampire now.

The familiar scent of Essek, or at least pieces of that scent, the parts that weren't unique and intrinsic to the drow alone. His tail wagged subconsciously and he made his way into the bathroom to see what his mate was up to.

He stopped though, as he passed the mirror, catching sight of his reflection and turning to regard himself. Bren had never seen himself like this, not really, and for a moment he was silent before a soft whimper slipped free, ears lowering.

Definitely a monster.]

[ Essek was in the process of running that bath; the tub was much bigger than the affair that was in Bren's own quarters, the bathtub that could fit the two of them comfortably when Bren was in human form. But Essek was accustomed to luxury and so his tub was far bigger, built much like a roman bathing area with tile, steps leading within. More hot tub than it was truly bathtub.

The oils scented of Essek's scent, there were bubbles that created silky bubbles against the surface, and then Essek turned around only to see Bren staring into the mirror. He was so much taller now, those limbs made him rise. And yet, for all of that.. Essek could see the way that Caleb's shoulders hunched and the whimper, that melancholic whimper.

Carefully Essek moved over to wrap his arms around that waist and then he pressed his head against that chest softly, feeling the hair underneath his cheek. And then he angled his head to look up at Bren, into that wolfish face, with those nearly luminscient blue eyes. His fingers curled into the soft fur just above the tail where he stroked softly. ]

You are still my Bren, you are still my Mate-- I recognize you in this form, I recognize you, you are still handsome to me, nothing has changed. Now come, let's get into the waters, I will bath with you.

[Bren was distracted enough watching himself -- and his lover cast no reflection, so it wasn't like the mirror provided any clues to the vampire's approach -- that he found himself surprised by the arms around him.

The werewolf looked from his reflection and down to the figure in front of him. He hesitated only a moment before letting his arms wrap around Essek in turn. Ducking his head, he pressed his forehead to his mate's, nosing and snuffling a bit at his jaw. It was a very lupine action, as much instinct as conscious choice on his part.

Essek meant those words, didn't he? Bren could feel the truth in them, could scent if off the smaller form in his arms. Essek still saw him as his mate even like this, still staked claim on him even standing in front of him in this form, seeing the entirety of the monster that he was. More nuzzling, more snuffling, and he nodded. Yes. Into the bath.

The elaborate, obscenely beautiful, welcoming bath.]

[ In a way it was scent marking and Essek leaned into it, allowed Bren to stake his claim in a way that was not precisely physical but still vital; and Essek did have traces of Bren's own aroma about him, how could he not when he slept nearly wrapped around the other man, the curve of his cheek that had pressed into and against Bren's chest as he had slept his death trance; protected from the rest of the world safe in the knowledge that his mate would not hurt him.

That same trust that right now went the other way, that Essek would do everything to protect Bren during this time of the month.

He then lead the other man to the baths, up the steps. Then Essek disentangled himself so that he could push aside his own garments, his sleep shirt that had been Bren's. It slithered to the ground and then he stepped into the perfumed waters then he reached out to take Bren's hand, to help guide him to follow. ]

Come and join me, love.

[Bren let Essek slip from his arms -- reluctantly -- but he less reluctantly let himself be led towards that bath, tail giving another happy little wag as the perfumed steam wafted up around him.

He reached out to take Essek's hand, his currently large fingers nearly subsuming Essek's entirely as he wrapped them around the drowpire's and followed him into the water. It was wonderfully hot and and smelled amazing and were those bubbles.

A pleased grumble of sound before he sank down into the water, right up to his furry shoulders. Warm. Happy. Warm. Mate. Warm. Very happy.]

[ Once they were within the confines of the water, Essek allows himself the opportunity to get Bren wet; it comes in the form of a crystal pitcher which he scoops up some warm unperfumed water directly from the spout and then he makes a motion for Bren to come closer in the waters so that he can fully saturate his mate in the warmth of the waters, then once that was the case he would then proceed to work all of that fur into quite the pampered lather. ]

There will be no werewolf as well kept as you, my dearest heart.

[ He assures Bren throughout the confines of their bath. ]

[Bren scooted closer, careful and ginger so that he didn't slosh too much, or risk knocking into his mate. The werewolf was mindful of his size right now, of the sheer monstrosity of him. But that water was also pleasantly warm as it poured over him.

He huffed a sound like a laugh at that. The best kept werewolf. Yes, that would be a lovely thing to be. Kept by his beautiful, brilliant, wonderful mate.

The werewolf's mind did not operate quite like Bren's did in his more human form. It was more sense and scent and sight. Sound. Words were fewer, logic less. Instinct was louder and very much in the driving seat, but every instinct said that this was where he was meant to be. That he was safe and loved, and he had nothing to worry about this moon except being certain that his mate stayed close, stayed safe and protected.]

[ Throughout the course of the bath, Essek gave Bren one hell of a rub down, and with adept fingers getting the lather in good and rich; the contact was vital and so was the fact that he managed to get all areas that he possibly could. No spot was left unattended to and he with much patience would manuever the werewolf around; getting those legs, the tail, spending a bit of time on chest (so much hair, gods that was perhaps the most attractive part of the wolf, and he could see himself burying himself against scented fur as he seeked warmth.) and then neck and those elongated ears.

Afterwards came the rinsing, making sure that the soap was cleansed from the other man, knowing that the fur would be silky to work with. The perfect candidate for a nice towel-drying and then perhaps a nice brush. It was a pleasant time and would set the mood for the rest of the evening.

The drowpire knew that his lover needed to feel loved and cherished, this was a basic need that he'd been deprived of during this difficult time of the month.

He'd never feel hurt or hunted again, domesticated but still vicious if their home came under attack. ]

Edited 2024-04-22 02:46 (UTC)

[Bren -- or Caleb for that matter -- in any form would quite happily be domesticated by Essek, and only by Essek. For the drow, for his soulmate, he would be a lapdog. For anyone else? Anyone who thought they could threaten his mate or his home or any of the absolutely strange as hell little family that Essek seemed to have gathered around himself as staff, well, Bren would tear them to pieces without hesitation.

But for now? He was playing the part of pampered pet -- a part that he had never played before, and certainly not on the night of the full moon. So Bren was a very well behaved boy, even managing to resist the urge to shake himself dry once he was out of the water.

He'd instead let himself be towel dried and brushed and.

Well. He was now the fluffiest, shiniest werewolf that he personally had ever seen. And he smelled like the lingering scent of Essek's perfume and that was a gift.]

[ And once Bren was attended to, brushed and pampered, Essek then would read to his lover one of the many novels that they had shared together back during Bren's first go around. A book balanced against his knee, with Bren's head against his other leg, his fingers stroking against the soft ginger hair that fell now in waves that caught the firelight beautifully.

It was such an idyllic evening that was spent; the sort of evening that had Essek understanding that this was the norm. He would remind Bren of this, remind him of it that he did not need to fear the transformation, that he was a better person and a better werewolf than anyone else. He'd read for hours if it was required, just lulling the other man into a blissed out state.

And slowly, the night would pass far quickly than perhaps Bren was used to. The slow trickle of honey companionship betwixt them, the feel of his fingers stroking would lure the wolf into a relaxed state, certainly enough so that when Bren finally changed back, it would not be so bad. Because the time as a werewolf had not been a nightmare. ]

[Even in wolf form, Bren understood that something had fundamentally changed in him, in the full moon, in the change and in being the monster. Something had settled, finally knowing a sense of safety and surety in himself, in all parts of himself. Essek continued to shower him in gifts.

When the moon finally set, when the change released its hold on him, and the wolf once more became a man. Normally exhaustion took hold of Bren and dragged him into a sleep that was inescapable when the transformation ended, and he was lucky to drag himself to a corner or a hole to recover in. Not tonight though. Oh the exhaustion was there, but he was already curled safe and warm in bed beside his mate. Bren could feel himself drifting, and normally that would be the end of the night.

Tonight though, tonight the moment after he was human shaped once more, after Bren's eyes closed, they opened once more. A smile pulled over his features, soft and affectionate, more visible in clear blue eyes than anywhere else. Maybe Essek would notice the slight difference in that expression, the same as ever, but more settled somehow.

Caleb Widogast smiled at his husband, lifting a hand, fingers that ached with the strain of the transformation but would not be stopped from touching along Essek's cheek.]

Hello, Liebling.

[ There was sufficiently enough trust between them now that they respectively knew that they were safe, both as a couple and individually. And so Essek had Bren in his arms, was stroking his back and shoulders-- already planning on Bren seeing Cadecus tomorrow for a salve or something that could ease the aftereffects of tranformative pain. The aftercare would not stop here, not at this moment.

His eyes opened when he heard the soft tone of that voice and his soul nearly quaked with desire for the other man, and what it was an ache as he shifted his head on pillow to look at Caleb, that endearment was like something sacred, like a sweet word uttered in church. He shifted so that he was facing Caleb in bed-- there was that aura of peace and serenity. The consecution, of course Caleb had been consecuted and if Trent had not surpressed those memories, he would've well reached anamesis with both souls harmonious in each other.

Working together.

But right now Caleb was back, he did not know for how long and he did not question it, nuzzling his face against the warm heated palm while he closed his eyes, the other man could feel the flutter of it, sweet and ticklish-- a huffed little smile in accompanimemt. ]

Hello, my dearest husband. I have missed you so very much

[ Caleb was still his husband where Bren was mate, while they were still separated. But both were ultimately soulmates, both were equal in his heart despite the odds. ]

I will kill Trent Ikithon.

[ that was pleasantly said but it was also a promise; the man would die for both men, for Caleb's death and Bren's torture. ]

For you, for Bren.

[ It was highly unresonable to expect that Essek had let go of that vicious revenge streak. ]

Edited 2024-04-22 12:02 (UTC)

[Caleb's smile melted all the more, warm and achingly overflowing with affection too long left unexpressed. He had been here, of course he had been here, watching from the shadowy depths where Ikithon had barred him away in the recesses of Bren's soul. They should be one, should be a full and complete soul with two lifetimes of memories of loving this beautiful man in front of him.

His touch lingered at that face, those fine features that looked like they'd been carved by a hand already deeply in love with its creation.]

I have missed you too. So much. But I am here. I have been here.

[He leaned in close to press a kiss to Essek's lips, soft and tender and gentle as the passing of a summer breeze -- and just as warm.]

We will kill him, together. For trying to keep me from you, he deserves worse than death. But death will do.

[ Now was not the time to speak of Trent's death, even though he wished to. Now was the time to revel in the fact that he was able to talk to Caleb again-- within the other man, Bren slept peacefully but then he'd had a difficult transformation, two difficult transformation both in and out of his form. It was best to let his soul have rest.

Essek would spend the next day pampering him as he saw fit. There were instructions for food to be brought up at the time of their awakening, he'd purchased some massage oils. His Bren would have the full scope of his attention, where Essek would ease each little lingering bit of pain. All the while, Essek did bring his hand up to cup against that cheek, his eyes softening. ]

Do you know, how I can unlock you so that you may reside peacefully within Bren's mind, as a single being?

[ The concept of Anamnesis was a particular scope of study taken up by the clerics of the Luxon, something that Essek had orchestrated, it was after all his own meddling that had gotten Caleb consecuted to begin with, because he'd wanted to have some sort of hope. ] Do we have to kill Trent? Is it a curse or..? [ The drow leaned forward then to brush their lips together while he could taste that breath as if it was the finest wine. ]

[Bren rested, slumbering without the fitful nightmares that usually followed after the transformation. Everything about this moon was different than it ever had been, and likely his moons would never be the same, because of his lover, his mate, and this feeling of coming home.

But while Bren slept, Caleb would take this strange and stolen moment to bask in the ability to speak to and touch his husband once more, with hands that were, for this moment, his, not a distant dream. He and Bren were one in the same soul, and he knew that. There was no doubt in him for how he had watched Bren be immediately irrevocably in love with the drow. The soul could not have been made to forget that connection, even by Trent's machinations.

Caleb leaned into that kiss, soft as it was, but his brow furrowed as he considered the words.]

It is a curse, ja. A powerful magic. I do not know exactly the kind, but I am locked away from the rest of myself. From you. I do not know how to break it, but it is beginning the crack. Bren is remembering, piece by piece.

I thought as much.

[ Essek murmured as he settled into those arms; the way that the wrapped around him with much welcome. It was like coming home a second time-- he wished they were one in the same but for right now he would accept these stolen moments for what they were, little pockets of magic hardily won, Caleb's smile and the way that it melted him. ] I will treasure this then, the feeling of being in your arms, I have a feeling you will be fully unlocked with the death of Trent.

[ it was something that Essek would gladly assist with, wanting to see the man dead for the crimes committed. ] I am sorry I was not there to save you, Caleb.. I regret it every day.

[ and then it was the drow's turn to bury his head in Caleb's neck, to inhale his scent and feel the throbbing of pulse against his cool lips, tenderly treating Caleb as if he was a precious jewel. Was there a way to get closer to Caleb? Oh how he wished to curl up with the other man and forget the world ]

I will break whatever curse this has on you, and I know Bren will too.

[ and then very carefully he pushed Caleb back against the bed, so that he could shift to straddle those thighs, he understood that Caleb was tired but he just wanted to be as close as possible. ]

Edited 2024-04-23 03:19 (UTC)

[A soft shake of his head, and he held Essek's gaze. If anyone understood guilt and regret, it was Caleb Widogast. And for everything that had happened, none of it was Essek's fault.]

My love... no. There was nothing you could have done. I am only glad that you are safe, that you have lived... that we have found each other again.

[He tightened his arms around Essek as the drowpire buried his face in his neck, trying to keep at least some of the desperation out of his hold, how badly he needed to hold him, to keep him close while he could.]

I know. We will find a way to be together fully, the way we are meant to. I--

[Caleb cut off as he was pushed back as he found himself looking up at his husband straddling his legs. Oh. Blue eyes went wide, pupils quickly coming to nearly subsume the cerulean.]

[ The terror when he realized he had been too late, that the burden of the sun had prevented him from making it in time; even after years, he'd still been considered such a fledgling. The lethargic nature of his limbs, the scent of smoke, the standing there too late as the house had consumed Caleb and his family and he'd fallen to his knees as grief completely wrapped around him. No, despite Caleb's words-- Essek still could not absolve himself of that though he would speak no more of it.

He'd done the only thing he could've, become better-- faster and stronger. Far more equipped to face whatever it was that came his way. He had thralls, people who protected his interest, his reach extended within even the sphere of daylight; technology had made it easier.

Bren would be protected this time, and that delicate soul that veined upward throughout his mate's, his husband's. The air that this man breathed was precious to him, had always been; and he would fight to make sure that existence continued to breath, to live. ] Why do you look so surprised, Caleb Widogast?

[ Essek shifted just a bit; now he was wearing one of Bren's shirts now, just as he had worn Caleb's. A tunic that barely skirted the top of his thigh, leaving just enough concealed unless he stretched upward. Those palms came to rest against naked chest and then he slowly made a gliding circle against it. ] No doubt this body is exhausted, but surely you can understand that I am a little bit greedy to be with my husband again-- it has been so long. [ And Essek made a little mrrrrh of satisfaction at the way that Caleb responded, favorably, to his actions; he would've stopped if there had been any sign of discomfort.

There was also a little bit of drow heat thrown into the mix which invariably had been triggered by the proximity to Bren's very feral pheremones. Looks like Caleb may have woken up at the perfect time, though Essek was nothing if not careful and considerate. ] If you are too tired though, I also understand..

[Caleb took the moment to fully take in the sight before him, his gorgeous husband, exactly as he remembered him, but still more vibrant and perfect than any memory could have ever been. Even if he'd been so close, he was still shut away behind the barrier that Ikithon had trapped him behind, aware but not a part of the world around him.

But now, for however long this brief reprieve lasted, he was.

His eyes caught on the way that shirt threatened to expose just barely hidden secrets, secrets that Caleb Widogast knew oh too well. His breath caught on a groan as those hands moved over his chest.]

It has been far too long.

[He agreed. When Essek offered that very considerate note, Caleb reached out to wrap his hands around slim hips and pull Essek down hard, so that their hips rolled together, so the drow would be very intimately aware of how not at all tired Caleb was, especially his prick which was already rising to the occasion.]

Nein. I am very awake.

[ He'd been poised, not quite taking a seat yet against Caleb's arousal-- because he was still very mindful of the recovery period of a werewolf; it had been relaxing in some parts, he would never forget the way that the other man had curled up against him, the soft murmur of the noises that Bren had been able to make. But also he had heard the slight whimpers of pain from a body that was attempting to reconfigure itself.

So when he was brought down, his ass coming rather firmly down against Caleb's cock, so that it was wedged rather neatly, the soft velvet of Essek's balls, the cleft of that rear--- tucked against him like a promise of desire.

There was absolutely no way that Caleb was anything if not absolutely ramrod stiff. ]

I do recall this was always one of our favorite positions.

[ The sharpened tip of a nail lightly scrapped against the hardened nub of a nipple, flicking at it painfully while he rolled his hips, his eyes brazenly meeting Caleb's blue eyes as if he never wanted to let go of that gaze, all heady and starving. ]

I recall that too.

[Caleb's voice had gone strained, roughened with the sudden flood of lust and desire that raced through him in a dizzying rush as Essek rolled his hips against him, as he felt his cock slide perfectly along his ass. A hiss escaped at the flick at a nipple, and Caleb let himself arch up against the other man, rolling his hips to let his prick slide again and then again along that cleft, so close to what he wanted but still only a pantomime of it.]

It is because of the view.

[He admitted, hands moving to run down Essek's thighs, up again to hold at those slender hips once more. His eyes joined in the caress, running up and then down the man poised above him.]

Is it the most beautiful sight I can imagine.

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. ]

[Caleb had always loved Essek in his clothes, and now was no exception. Technically yes, it was Bren's shirt, but Bren and he were meant to be one in the same. They were, in many ways, and eventually they would be completely, united by the love they shared for this remarkable, exquisite creature currently perched atop him.

His gaze lingered in undisguised hunger as the drow disrobed, drawing down, along star-scattered skin as more and more was revealed to him, lingering on that elegant cock , already hard for him, already in need of his touch.

And Caleb would not deny it.

He let his hand be guided, pressed flat to where he could indeed feel the sweet rhythm of that heartbeat beneath his palm.]

I ache for you too, Sternenlicht. Body and soul I yearn for you.

[And in this small miraculous moment, a window of existence and connection, he would try to sate that ache for the both of them. His hand began a slow drag downwards, down until he could press his palm against the drow's prick, calloused fingers wrapping around his length.]

[ He felt his husband's hand on his body, the roughened palm and the hitch of breath that incited an equal response within himself, his eyes felt heavy though not with somnus; rather it was with desire and it left his limbs slightly drunk with pleasure and need. His heartbeat was fueled by the sustenance that he had taken from the other man, the blood that pulsed through him far stronger than that which had been Caleb's human blood.

As fingers enrobed him, he started to roll his hips into it. Though he was careful for he knew that it was likely that the other man's limbs ached due to the transformation, already his prick was singing sweetly with tears of salt as it arched against palm. ]

It is finally safe for me to fall asleep in your arms before I slip under.

[ A luxury that Caleb had never truly gotten, what with fear within Essek's own psyche for even accidentally hurting him, but now with Bren's existance and his were nature-- Caleb would be able to hold him and shelter him without fear of harm. And how wonderful was that, to be given that singular gift of trust. ]

You deserve that gift so very much, and I will give it to you. [ And then Essek's hand reached down so that he could twine his fingers through those locks of red, sliding and then clenching softly until he could massage against that scalp, and all the while he was rolling his hips as if he was riding Caleb's thighs. ]

Edited 2024-05-21 02:09 (UTC)

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