for Essek (lacrymaperle) - vampire/werewolf au

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[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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[Bren gasped to Essek's lips at the sharp feeling of that fang, the sudden coppery taste of blood in his mouth was nothing compared to the suction that followed, the way that Essek kissed him like he intended on devouring him. And oh that was more than all right with Bren. His knees felt weak, his entire body alive with that electric feeling once more.

Should he really enjoy being bitten by a vampire this much? Well, should or not, he did. Even the thought of it, the realization that Essek was drinking from him, that he was the reason for that flush in the other man's cheeks, the warmth in his touch. He could be this for him, would be this for him.

And more. Gods, so much more. He whined to Essek's mouth, his hands unable to keep still, moving and along Essek's back, up his sides, down to palm at his ass, urging him closer. And still that voice inside him that resonated with the truth of the universe, mate, soulmate, mine, always mine.]

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[ It had always been like this, hadn't it? The kiss leading into the fallout; recalling a trek back to the dorms, the both of them flush with their first kiss; and then once they had reached their dorm room shared, it had been a collision of awkward lips and mouths and the making out of two boys who had discovered something beautiful for the first time.

But they were not boys, and this held experience behind it. He heard Bren whine against his lips and he fought those lips, for every drop until the saliva healed the knick up, the flavor and the taste while he moved his body to flush more completely, though that turned to arching his rear against the palms of those hands and devolved into a back and forth to assert a friction as his hands buried certainly in crimson, wanting to be burned by his Mate.

They were mates, he felt that pull and tug; recognized it for what it was-- unavoidable like the tides. ]

Ah.. Bren..

[ His mouth falling from Bren's, his own lips flushed from the kisses, the look about them of being thoroughly kissed while he nuzzled their noses together, he shared his breath with Bren while he continued this movement, this rocking back and forth like he was the sea and Bren was the boat upon him. ]

I will let nothing hurt you, nothing.

[ He was fierce, that glimmer in those eyes-- a feral possessiveness ]

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Essek...

[His Essek. Bren breathed his name like he was pleading, or was that praying? Just kissing him alone was the brightest moment of his life, but he wanted more. Memories that he couldn't remember -- left only with the shapes of them carved out inside him, empty and waiting to be filled -- ached with sweetness that flooded through him at the lingering taste of those lips.

With longing in his eyes, in his touch, in the way that he gripped at the other man, held him close, he took in those kiss-swollen lips, those fine, sharp features. His breath caught at the way the other man moved against him, but it was the words that nearly stole all the air from his lungs at once.

Blue eyes, the color of the daytime sky that had been stolen from Essek, widened. Bren had been hurt, had been broken in so many ways, had been made into a monster in form and in function -- and oh it was not fair that he was keeping that secret from Essek. He couldn't bear to tell him now, couldn't bear to see disgust or hatred in his eyes. In the end, Bren was selfish and he wanted that, to feel wanted, loved, safe.]

I have been so very afraid, for such a long time... [He admitted quietly. Terror and anxiety were his closest companions in many ways.] But I am not afraid anymore, not here, not with you. [He leaned closer, the softest touch of his lips to Essek's, barely contact at all.] But I will protect you too, from whatever danger. [Even if that danger is me.]

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[ The contact, however brief seemed to play against Essek's stomach in the most impossible of ways; like a batallion of butterflies to conquer the fragile mess that was his feelings. He was certain he could protect this man, he was stronger now-- made so, he had power now-- more power than he'd had 150 years ago; he would he able to protect Bren like he had not been able to Caleb and< his family.

Oh he would avenge their deaths, he would do it for Caleb and for Bren, would sacrifice Trent Ikithon on the altar of what the past deserved.

But for right now, he nuzzled their noses together, sweetly disarming before he took Bren's hand and pulled away, to lead him toward the chaise lounge. The memories of evenings spent there, of magic discovery-- and other discoveries as well. They would only do as much as Bren was comfortable with but at the very least they could settle on the couch and touch and taste each other. It was with great ceremony that he guided the man toward the shadows of the couch. ]

I do not want you to fear me, Chathiu, though I know that it can be hard to trust sometimes, I only want to hold you in safety.

[ He would let Bren sit down first and then Essek would join him, and then slowly Essek could relearn the ways that this soul had made him hum, relearn every angle and inch of him-- the sweetness or a hitched breath when he touched him just right or the way that he may come undone with a well placed bite and lick to the inside of thighs. All of these things to re-discover, and he was able to do so, he looked forward to it-- to every single bout of discovery between them ]

Will you be my throne to sit on, Bren?

[ his fingers stroked against that jawline as felt the barest hint of catch from not shaving for 24 hours, that too caused a thrill as he wondered how it would feel against other parts of his body, with Bren rubbing against him like a cat-- scent marking ]

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I am not afraid of you.

[Chathiu. He should not have known the word, but it still echoed through him, the endearment ringing softly at the back of his mind. Firefly, something first spoken to a gangly teenage boy as deep lavender fingers brushed back an errant lock of copper hair, the tail end that flash of memory that first moment of Essek's teeth sinking into his flesh unlocked.]

I could not be afraid of you. [His soul would not allow it. Every last scintilla of him was drawn to this man in all the ways that mattered. His very being knew him, longed for him, and Bren had surrendered to that certainty, to the unassailable knowledge that yes, this. This was something that was meant to be in the way the laws of physics and arcana were meant to be, an immutable truth. He belonged with this man, to this man. And Essek Thelyss was his.

Bren settled onto the chaise, looking up at the other man -- this timeless vampire another him had known and loved -- with eyes full of wonder and desire in equal parts. The question was answered with a hand extended towards him, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt to tug. He leaned into that touch.]

I will be whatever you'd have me be, ja. [Another tug, verging on playful.] So come, sit.

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[ Those memories came back as well-- as if the sharing of blood had given Essek a thread of connection of which he could follow down into Bren; there was comfort in being shown the past right now; the past before the hurt and the pain; the blood and the fire-- the burning building that Essek could not save Caleb from. To a time before smoke and embers, to when they were boys and they had the world before them; endless possibilities.

And there was Bren, with those blue eyes that circled back to remind him of the cool blue waters dancing against the shores of Nicodranas; impossibly blue. And he longed to wipe every bit of sadness away from those eyes, his lips parting as he settled on that lap. Whereas he made himself light enough to hold comfortably, adjusting his mass and weight with a simple spell; and even in that was worry because his.. his precious one was still so thin and his instinct was to treat him gently, carefully.

Essek's fingers curled softly against the jawline, feeling the dancing prickle of stubble that was fighting to break through the surface. His lips grazed lightly against that lower lip, reverentially-- tenderly. As if Bren was a precious thing, fragile and breakable. Right now in this moment, he wanted to worship this man, wanted to show him the ways in which he had been missed; to make it inevitably known that Essek wanted him.
And one arm wrapped around the shoulder; the other hand resting against the top of the tunic where he started to play with it, toy lightly-- his thumb distractingly stroking the pulse that beat underneath after a single button undone ]

And if I asked you to be my lover? What then?

[ Mate.. something inside him growled fiercely; but he would start with lover, for now. ]

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[Bren was blossoming under Essek's attention, Essek's touch in a way that he hadn't thought possible for himself anymore. For years he'd been held down, beaten down really, and now this beautiful, brilliant, dangerous man was bringing him back -- ironically enough, for the vampire what he was -- into the light.

He lifted his chin into that touch, eyes falling shut at the touch of those lips. A soft sound of protest when Essek pulled back. One hand of his own lifted to touch along Essek's jawline, skin smooth and on the cooler side of warm, the sharp and fine angles of his jaw.

The heart beneath Essek's touch was thundering as if it were a storm brewing inside his chest, a tempest ready to break. Those words themselves may well have been the breaking point. His breath caught in his throat before he could find his voice to respond.]

I'd wonder how I could be so fortunate... [He leaned up to press a soft kiss to Essek's lips.] I'd ask you to be mine.

[His lover, his mate, his everything.]

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Good, then we are in agreement-- Chathiu...

[ There was no room for anything but what Essek felt in this moment. There was no fire to be lit in this room, but it did not matter for all the heat that radiated from the other man, reasons which Essek did not question in the slightest, though perhaps he should've? For the heat was far potent, far stronger than it ever had been in Caleb. He pressed their foreheads together, tasting the breath-- tasting Bren on his tongue still.

Like gravity, he was drawn and he leaned in and then he captured those lips with his own, and then that tongue was delving deep, a very subtle possessive frisson going through him at how much he wanted the other man. The way his tongue mimiced that mating dance, the way it sank into that wet mouth as if he was savoring his lover-- if there was anything about Essek, it was the fact that he could be very in control; for all that Bren could be lost in the drowning, Essek would invariably take care of him.

His fingers slid underneath that chin, tilting it upward while he kissed, slick-- a groan at the back of his throat at the feel of the other man, his free hand moving to fist in a tunic while he pushed Bren back against the couch with no uncertain amount of force to it.

There was an invitation as well, for Bren to wage his own war-- a war that Essek would allow and greedily meet, and perhaps as they kissed, those teeth lightly bit in intervals, occasionally feeding him little samplings of Bren's sanguinity. ]

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[Bren could get used to that endearment -- had already gotten used to it really, to the sheer and unmistakable affection that was threaded through the syllables -- and found himself smiling at the sound of it. The smile was still on his lips as Essek kissed him. His eyes drew shut, lips parting to invite Essek in. He didn't know if Vampires truly needed invitations, but everything about Bren right now was fully inviting, his lips, his heart, his body, all open to the attentions of this beautiful man whose soul had been calling to his.

He barely noticed the sharper parts of that kiss save for the taste of his own blood on Essek's tongue as he kissed him with just as much further. A soft gasp to his mouth as he was pushed, leaning back into the couch with the force of that hand. His hands were not still, could not be still, finding the bottom of that simple, soft shirt that Essek wore and slipping beneath it.

He let fingers explore, the sharp angles and delicious curves of that lithe body, like returning to some familiar favorite place and treading on new and fascinating ground simultaneously. One hand slipped around to his back, up the curve of his spine before dragging down, nails to skin.

Arching up against him, there was something near feral in the need that was surfacing, a growing need that was so strong it threatened to consume him if it was note sated.]

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[ Essek had already been invited, however the very subtle reading of the mood around them was a courtesy, to make sure that it was truly what Bren wanted, that it wasn't merely a languor driven by the euphoria of taking blood had engendered within the other man. It was the one thing that made Essek a cut above the rest of the vampires within the coven, it was the fact that he was mindful-- but also, perfunctory with expectations placed clearly before all whom he took blood from.

This defied that though, even Essek understood the way that this set apart. This was not a business arrangement or a deal; this was not in return for any favors, luxuries or power moves. For the fact that it was in a different tier, Essek took the sustenance and wanted love in addition to.

For he was possessive, this man belonged to him. And it was purely debatable as to whom was getting the better deal out of it; his fingers curled into those locks of hair as he followed Bren down onto the couch, resting against that chest as fingers performed an exploration that had happened countless times before; and was all coming back to him now in this moment. His body was warmer than it had been previously, but still cool according to Bren's body; a coolness that could only be remedied by blood.

His fingers tightened and he ripped his mouth away, a dark panting as he struggled for breath-- his chest bursting with air, and then just as quickly his lips attached to jawline, teeth and then he bit down lightly, licking the spot revealed-- then an inch further down while his tongue swirled and lapped. And slowly as he used his free hand to shove fabric of Bren's tunic aside, he was carving an intricate path downward made up of the sum of his teeth. ]

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[Bren would make no secrets that this was what he wanted, and that it went so far beyond the ecstasy of having his blood stole from him by those wicked teeth and perfect lips. The cool skin beneath his fingers only served to make Bren want to warm Essek up, to share the heat that he knew burned in him, coursed in his veins. To hold him close but also be held in turn, to stir up the same desire in the other man that he could feel threatening to overflow from himself at any moment.

The weight of Essek atop him was comforting -- though he did wonder that it was somewhat less than expected, not quite familiar enough with the other man's magic to entirely understand.

His hands could not be stilled, too eager to touch all of him, as if he refused to neglect even an inch of that perfect, soft skin. Nails dug in intermittently, matched to the way that kiss intensified, until it broke. Bren could himself gasping, breathless himself, opening his eyes to fix a lust-hazy gaze on the other man before Essek was at his throat. His head fell back once more in eager invitation, voice catching on each sharp pierce of teeth, each soothing kiss of tongue.]

Gods, Starlight... [The old endearment, from a lifetime before this was on his lips without his realizing where it had come from, only that it was right. His fingers caught once more in Essek's shirt, tugging, trying to urge it up even if it would mean a momentary interruption of that sinful mouth on his body.]

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[ He wanted Bren wrecked and debauched underneath him, with kiss and teeth bruised skin, with hazy eyes and swollen lips. There was not a few more beautiful than that. When he heard the term Starlight, the blood-- Bren's blood coursing through his veins also chanted the words in time, made his body sing with the magic unttered, as if it was a verbal component to a spell he'd forgotten. It was at the middle of chest where his teeth last bit and he left a mark there, a sweet little mark made of his own possessive claiming.

However Bren wanted something and he would give it and so he shifted to push himself up, and then with the help of Bren's hands-- that off the shoulder tunic was removed to reveal his star-kissed flesh; lavender with the barest glimmer of white freckles scattered against twilight sky. There was a navel piercing that he possessed, a gold stud with a ruby tipped flame attached to it as it dangled down and then just underneath that a scatter of hair as it traversed downward, downward to disappear into his silk lounge pants.

Looking down at Bren, he knew what he wanted-- he knew the course in which this should take. He did not care for the fine fabric of the tunic and he took the shirt between his fingers and then he tugged, tugged so intensely that the fabric let out a slight rip, buttons popping. Oh how Essek knew that clothes could be mended and repaired but he had little patience for the slow undoing of buttons.

After all he had not had his mate for years, and that glimmer in his spoke that he wanted a deeper and more intimate taste. ]

Do you trust me, Bren?

[ His voice was a soft purr cushioned just underneath the slightest groan, his hands sliding up to tweak against the dusky rose coloured peaks, to roll between his fingers while he watched Bren's face for any sign, anything that would serve to show that this was not wanted or desired; and perhaps his own seeking fingers was a way to remind his lover of the pleasure that they could share together ]

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[Another hitch in his breath, a quick inhale that escaped in the next moment as a whimpered sound of approval as those teeth left that mark on his chest. It felt like the possessive gesture that it was, and he liked it, liked it so much. After being held captive by Ikithon, maybe it should have surprised him how freeing it felt to belong to Essek, if only because he had the sense that Essek would also be his.

Bren stared in outright awe as that shirt slipped free, that skin like the twilight sky, dusted with those freckles like stars. There was no keeping his hands away, from tracing what his eyes could see, down from his chest, over that taut stomach, fingers daring to brush the top of that trail of pretty white hair, the beginning of a path to utter treasure.

He looked up startled when the borrowed clothes he was wearing was actively torn off him, eyes wide. Oh. Well. That should not have been near as hot as it was, and yet here he was. His chest rose and fell in quickening breaths.]

I trust you. Of course I trust you.

[His soul knew this man, and Bren would lay his heart and body and soul at Essek's feet, now and forever. Those wicked hands had him arching towards the touch. Essek would find no sign of anything but absolute need and overwhelming desire on his face, writ in every inch of his posture.]

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[ Desire, deep and hot desire seemed to radiate from Essek as he found himself looking down upon Bren, he caught the startled look on the other man's face, but lust too. The look pleased him, it made him feel like he was doing something utterly right with the direction he was taking. There was so much that Essek worried over, one of them was if this would prove insufficient, if the experience would measure up-- if the soul was giving some expectation.

But the look on Bren's face silenced those thoughts and he continued those ministrations, giving them light tweaks, wanting to feel them warm underneath his fingers. His sensitive finertips could easily feel how the blood rose to fill such a sensitive area and he knew that one day he was going to taste how that particular area seasoned the blood.

Every spot seemed to carry a different flavor.

But there was one that he wanted more than anything else so his palm started to slide downward, traversing a path that was bent on that trail, following it downward. The trousers, how he unhooked lacings deftly and then he pulled downward at them, pulled so that he could free Bren from such restricting confines. All the while his eyes was trained on the very alluring picture that Bren made. Yes, he could see ribs, but those ribs would fill out with proper nourishments, it was the expression on Bren's face that did it, the lust painted rawly. ]

I love seeing how much you want me, Chathiu

[ And then he wrapped two hands around that cock, one atop the other and then he slowly started to work it slowly, with such a deft hand, watching the way that the precome wanted to bead up at the very top with the double stimulation. ]

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[The soul was giving so much expectation, but each touch of Essek's hands or mouth was far better than expectation or imagination could ever have conjured up. He could not keep still beneath that attention, the pleasure and ache as his nipples were teased, tightening and hardening beneath that touch.

He arched beneath that touch, hips lifting to let his pants be dragged away. Free now, his cock was already hard, still hard from the way Essek had touched him earlier when he knew full well the other man's self control had slipped, before Jester had interrupted them.]

Then you have... so much to see. I want you so much.

[There weren't words for it, so maybe the groan that tore from his lips as those hands wound around his dick would do. His head fell back with a shuddery breath, and his own hands fell away from Essek for a moment, overwhelmed and so turned on that those exquisite hands, that beautiful face, were all he could possibly think of.]

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[ Essek drank of Bren with those starry eyes, the way that the man arched and undulated like a cat being petted for the very first time, his beautiful and stray Bren who had come to him-- and the more time passed, the more convinced that Essek was that it had not been coincidence. The similar smiles, those blue eyes-- the only way that felt different was the very subtle quality of the weight of those eyes.

Essek remembered a fondness that was the test of many years, but these eyes held the enchantment of another time. Of a love new and delightful-- but without the innocence, no-- there was no claim that this was wholesome.

Not with how Essek's fingers started to concurrently work the shaft, using his fingers as he created different pleasure points for his Bren to focus on. The first time he'd touch Caleb like this had been under the covers after a night of sharing a book together. This evening they had share memories and blood, and all the ties and bonds that thrummed underneath the surface.

Essek's mouth parted, scenting the blood as it danced in veins, suddenly hungry in such a primal way for the bitter marriage of seed and blood. And then his fingers released so that he could shift up from the chase so that he could pull his own silken lounge pants down fully, removing them to give Bren the view of toned thighs and flank, starry freckles and then the slender cock raised and flushed--

Flushed from Bren's blood. ]

You are inside me in a way that you could never be if I was anything other than vampire-- your blood is flowing through my cock, enabling my lungs to push for air, giving a throb to my heart.

[ it was dreadfully intimate to think of it in terms of that ]

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[Bren wondered if it was some sort of magic he did not understand, the way that Essek's touch seemed to undo him so expertly. His hips jerked towards those hands, and he panted softly as he watched the vampire taking him apart, down to the most primal and essential parts of need and desire. He watched with lust-fogged blue eyes as Essek moved away from him. Sitting up straighter, he couldn't stop himself from reaching out to touch his fingertips along his hip, eyes caressing down along the length of his body, up once more to his arousal -- licking his lips without realizing it at the sight.

He looked up as Essek spoke, and found himself struck absolutely speechless at those words. Parted lips and a trembling whimper. The intimacy of that was overwhelming and beautiful, and gods he wanted to always be the reason Essek's heart could beat.

Sitting up, he leaned in to press a kiss to the jut of a hipbone.]

Good. Let me fill your heart and lungs, Sternenlicht. Let me fill my senses with you in turn.

[He would eagerly glut himself on everything that was Essek Thelyss, the taste and sight and scent of him, the skin beneath his hands and lips, the silken sound of that beautiful voice that spoke straight through to his own heart.]

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[ Essek was just as spellbound by Bren; by the way that those eyes darkened to ocean murkiness, the licking of those lips as if he was a treat after a long day with no sustenance. A man could get used to feeling like the only star in the sky, he could get used to it. His body felt edged and tight, hot-- as if the chemicals of the blood within his own body was pulling to the tides that connected him to Bren.

Essek stroked through those locks of hair, downward until his fingers cupped the jaw and then he stroked lightly, softly-- with an approval that he was slowly realizing that Bren needed. Thankfully, Essek would happily give that to him. He leaned down then to press a soft kiss against the top of that head, affectionate and caring before finally, with such a benevolent way-- he slowly pushed Bren back down onto the couch. ]

Make yourself comfortable, prop your head up with a pillow..

[ His palm slid then from chest and downward, tracing the route his body would take ] I am going to straddle you in a way that I may ah, pleasure you with my mouth.

[ And perhaps feed as well, his senses have been craving a nibble of that secret wellspring, the spot he knew where to bite that would give him the best of both worlds. However because of the straddling? Bren would receive the opportunity to have his fill as well. They could slake their desire on each other in the few hours they had left before dawn. ]

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[Essek would have to get used to it, really. He had given Bren a guiding light to follow when he had been stumbling in the dark alone for as long as he could remember. Even without the pull of that bond that had been forged in lifetimes past between their souls, Essek had saved him, shown him more kindness than he knew existed any longer in this world.

His eyes shut briefly at the kiss to his head, soaking in the affection of it, before he opened them once more to look up at Essek as he eased back onto the couch. He settled back against a pillow, nodding.]

I'm comfortable. I--

[Bren's eyes widened, pupils blown as he looked up at the other man, those words clearly having an effect on him.]

Oh. That's... yes, please.

[And if Essek positioned himself right, Bren fully intended to return the favor.]

I want to taste you too... [He managed to get the words out, even if his voice was near breathless as overwhelmed with lust as he was.] I want to give you pleasure, to make you come for me. [And ah, there it was, the faint start of a possessive streak in the werewolf for his one true mate.]

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[ the husky thick quality of Bren's zemnian rich voice was not lost upon him, but likewise it was arousing because it touched on familiar heat-- biding that stolen blood through him to rose, cahsing his cock to throb painfully in the memory of Caleb's voice, same timbre asking the same things, how he could easily become lost with each dizzying syllable that came from those perfect lips.

How many times had he lost himself to the melody of Caleb's husky endearments, those slow workings of words, of being called his starlight and his most precious treasure, his pearl-- and giving himself over to Caleb. He felt positively aroused by each nuance; and here was Bren now, with that shadow of possession.

It felt darker than how it had been between him and Caleb; needy and hot-- pulsing with inevitability. He slowly and gracefully then positioned himself with his calves knelt and cushioned that hear, along his thighs-- giving Bren a view of thighs and Essek's most private places bared for him but not quite lowered, then he stretched forward like a cat, limber and graceful as he settled chest to stomach.

Reaching until he could once again wrap manicured fingers elegantly around the base, a soft moan came from the back of his throat before he dipped his head down to slide his tongue into the slit where he caught Bren's unique seasoning upon tastebuds-- his hips still lifted up and away, so that Bren could have the pleasure of drawing him down onto his face. Essek could verily use that face as his throne, and would-- but not yet, not tonight ]

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[This was, for Bren in this moment, a falling in love for the first time, full of the rush of something new and thrilling, the breathless nervousness and flight of butterflies in his stomach. It was also something solid and old and familiar, a sinking into something comfortable and made entirely, perfectly for him.

And he could not help that need in him, to claim and to be claimed, to have Essek as his. And to belong in turn to this ethereally impossible creature, too beautiful to be real, to be anything more than some perfect dream. He watched Essek with rapt attention.

Oh. His gaze roamed greedily over the view presented him, that pert and perfect ass, the irresistibly delectable cock. It made his throat go dry with a sudden need that drove his heart into thundering away in his chest.

He was distracted enough that the touch of that hand and the tongue that followed at his own prick had him groaning out in startled bliss.]

Oh fuck...

[A soft curse and a prayer, and Bren refocused. He reached up now to let his fingers glide along the other man's length, that somehow manage to be as graceful and lovely as the man it belonged to, up to caress along those plush sacs, fingers wrapping deliberately around the base of him, drawing Essek down towards him even as he leaned up, lips parted to press a welcoming kiss to the head of his cock before tonguing at him in eager exploration.]

[zauberdecke]

[ He felt that slight pull as Bren's fingers reached and found him, his throbbing length warmer than it had ever been, the blood flowing through him, powering him. Essek was always in a state of somewhat hardness, it was why he preferred loose fitting clothes and long tunics with which to swathe himself. However now that extra bit of arousal thrummed through him and made his cock heavy, the trembling of it as Bren's mouth opened against his slitted head. A soft groan, teeth grazing against skin lightly before he drew away to rub his cheek against the hot solid length of Bren.

He had to control himself, he could feel it being strummed upon like threads of a guitar, his entire body felt feverish and taut, holding onto his humanity by a tendril so that he did not go feral.

The years that it had been since he'd indulged, and he had not indulged with anyone else, not like this-- his body held a key and that key had been owned by Caleb. Now it was this man who he'd given it to and he was not sorry, he needed the contact between them, needed to feel that warmth, a desperation to not be lonely any more.

Expirementally, he rolled his hips while his tongue started a slow drag then from base of cock and upward, following that siren's song of a vein as it moved ever upward. The flow of blood like koi fish in a pond, the predator in him recognized it and the scent and smell intoxicating. Already the flecks of gold in his eyes were expanding until they would be pools of honey.

As they did when he was at that state of arousal that was equal parts arousal and physical hunger.

Bren, you smell so sweet..

[ his fingers start to run up base, carrying skin with it-- carrying heat and hunger, a dew of precum against that head which he lapped again. Everything may taste of ash, but he would never forget the taste of Caleb, and now Bren, how he loved it, how it was the only flavor he cared for ]

[ausgebrannt]

[It was an overwhelming mix of action and sensation, of the eagerness to taste and feel the way that Essek responded under his attention. That groan that fell like some perfect treasure from those perfect lips pulsed straight through Bren. It would have been enough to have his own dick throbbing without the addition of that mouth on him, the nuzzling that followed.

He couldn't stop the way his hips rocked up, just slightly, seeking out more of that attention.

A sob of a sound was breathed against the head of Essek's cock as that tongue went wandering along his length.]

You taste like heaven...

[Bren murmured in response, fingers winding their way around the perfect, slender shaft of Essek's cock, to guide him past parted lips, to wrap his mouth around him properly, tongue flat against the slit before sliding down to trace about the head of his arousal as he took him in deeper, eyes falling slowly shut.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Decadent heat enrobed him and suddenly he felt feverish-- his skin was not terribly hot and due to the blood his cock was not chilly, but it wasn't a raging inferno-- however suddenly he felt like one in those lips. Their body temperatures so conflicting that he felt like he was burning; but gods it was a good type. The moan that dragged from his lips was utterly obscene and then he took that warm throbbing shaft in past his mouth, sliding downward with his tongue cushioning one side of the cock.

It was easy not to swallow, not to breath. He did not need to-- it was not required for him to survive; all that Essek had to do was relax his throat and let Bren slide right in; and gladly he did so-- that wet mouth that shimmered saliva down shaft, a soft little gulp as if trying to get more of his lover.

And downward his fingers moved in order to cup those sacs, to roll them in the palm of his hands while he started to move his hips, back and forth though in a movement that was more shallow. An encouragement for Bren to make himself comfortable with however he wanted to consume him; this was his decision.

Essek, however-- he was going to feast as if he'd been starving for so long; the loneliness obliterated and now he was gorging himself on the feelings that his Bren had sparked within him; a few soft strokes, as he was nearly halfway with that cock in his mouth, making sweet humming choking noises on him. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren nearly choked on a moan, the sound muffled and reverberating through Essek's prick, as Essek took him into his mouth an then took him down to the root. If the Drow was hoping to strike a death blow, he'd certainly come close to that. But the werewolf would not be distracted entirely by that mouth around him.

He had his own treat to think of. As Essek's hips rocked, he relaxed his mouth around him to let him rock into him. Though the shallow rocking was not nearly enough. Bren did need to breathe, but he saw no reason to let that stop him. His hands shifted to Essek's hips, drawing him down even as Bren leaned up to take his length further into his mouth.

He could feel the urge to choke as the head of that cock nudged at the back of his throat, and he couldn't hold back a soft sound of it before he swallowed against the sensation, relaxing enough to swallow him down fully, until his nose was pressed up against the base of his cock, between the shaft and those balls, finding his breath there to inhale the thrilling musk and scent of the other man, quite certain he could get drunk on that alone.

Fingers gripped harder at those hips, and he voiced another desperate, needing sound around him. He hoped that Essek did not expect him to last long with as expertly as he was being taken apart.]