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 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 ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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.

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[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.

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[ 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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[Another sharp his off breath, and Bren seemed to lose the ability to keep still where he lay, just shy of writhing beneath all those gloriously delicious touches. Essek seemed to know exactly how to touch him, how to coax the pleasure in him to rise and threaten to drive him mad as it was so so good but nowhere near enough.

His cock was aching even as Essek's hand moved over him, giving him the attention that his arousal begged for as hard and eager as it was. Bren watched as Essek shifted, mesmerized and unable to tear his eyes away. His hips rocked up towards that attention, a groan tearing free from his lips. His hangs curled into the blankets beneath him, holding tightly.

The precome that was beading on his cock only gathered again as Essek dragged it down over his length, each touch slicker than the last. Those words had his hips twitching again, and he nodded.]

Oh please... I want to feel your fingers inside me.

[All the more a turn on that Essek planned to use his own dripping cock as the source of slick to open him up. But he also knew that if Essek kept up that attention, it wouldn't just be precome that he'd have at hand.]

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[ And then Bren would discover the very hard way that Essek's stamina was quite legendary. It had been rather renowned for Caleb to have dealt with before the changeover, however when Essek had turned? It became even more pronounced; leading to a dawn that had left Caleb to the point of exhaustion due to all all night experience that had been prolonged in points and expediated in others.

It had actually caused a few spell creations just so that there could be absolute hope for Caleb to keep up even a little (which was, if Bren cared to look for in the library, that grimoire from his dreams that did possess those filthy sex magic spells).

But due to Bren's own biology, perhaps there was a far more fair advantage so to speak?

Essek settled between those legs and then he reached for Bren's hand, and then he slowly brought it to his cock, then he looped his hand toward the other side, bringing both their arousals to press into each other in a mutual stroking as he looked down at the man spread out there-- perfection personified. The trail of hair, the freckled skin, and gods the flushed cheeks. He was enchanted with such a view, he'd not felt such desire in so long and now--? He did not want to give it up ]

Just a little bit longer, Chathiu-- let me touch you a bit longer, let me savor you. I have waited so very long to get my hands on you that I do not want to rush nor waste it, yes? You deserve only the best.

[ Essek, in such a moment, was offering Bren not just a haven, but a storm as well. He was offering his lover both things. ]

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[Someday Bren would find that spellbook and learn those spells -- though magic was still something that existed mostly in the half-remembered pieces of his previous life. Those were coming back in bits and pieces, flashes in dreams, visions that felt familiar, like coming home as they played out in front of him. Being with Essek felt like home too, everything new and familiar at the same time.

He let his hand be guided, gasping sharply as both their cocks pressed together, his hand, Essek's hand. Following suit, he stroked at the both of them, looking from the motion of their hands over hard, flushed arousals, up to fix on Essek's face. His gaze roamed over those flawless features, carved from crystal, but softened by this desire, this pleasure, by Bren and wasn't that an amazing thought?

Each continued touch brought him closer to that edge, even if he tried to hold back, to hold on. Essek's touch was designed by the universe to unmake him in the sweetest way, like no other touch he had ever known. The forced bond of his fellow wolves that Trent had pressed him into, none of it had ever made him feel alive the way that this beautiful creature did, never stirred the need to belong to him, to claim him in turn.]

A little longer...

[He agreed with a groan. And oh he meant it. He was trying to be patient, to wait, but despite those best efforts, he couldn't hold back, a stuttered and startled cry as he came, a mess between their fingers, smeared down along both their lengths.]

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[ Essek had wanted that to happen, for Bren to reach his release. It was the play of human emotions on those features; of lust and desire, and something infinitely more tender and vastly more fragile. It was love, he knew it was love-- the same emotion that even now he wanted to lap up into the confines of his heart, much like his tongue wanted to taste the jism that worked itself over their shared cocks, of the silk as it spread over him; over his own hands.

He used that release to stain his own quivering arousal in the aftermath; working it into each veined ridge that looked cut from some sort of amethyst marble. He watched the beautiful play of emotions slip over those features, and the effect was almost like the sunset that he was forbidden from viewing.

However it was made manifest in Bren's features, and he was enraptured by it. ]

Do you trust me to take you in this sensitive state, Bren? [ He wanted consent in this, for he knew that he could just as well use those slickened fingers to prepare Bren and it would not take long at all before he mounted between those thighs. ] Your trust is important to me, Chathiu. [ And no matter what, Essek would not abuse that trust-- he was not Bren's previous master. ]

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[Bren was trembling in the wake of his orgasm, panting softly as he worked to catch his breath. It was unfair how easily Essek could make his body sing in ways that Bren had never known it was able to. He wanted to learn more, to learn what heights of ecstasy that they could reach together, how much bliss he could give to his lover in turn.

But right now he could only look at Essek with pleasure hazed eyes, the desire in there undimmed and smoldering still. He nodded, swallowing against a soft moan before he managed to find his voice.]

I trust you.... I trust you with everything, Liebling.

[His body and his heart. It was indeed love, and Bren had enough self awareness to understand that.]

And I still need you, still want you. So please fuck me.

[Even if he was very much sensitive, every nerve raw and already firing over and over again. Every small touch was amplified, echoed, but it didn't matter. He wanted it. He needed everything his lover had to give, needed to see Essek lost in his climax too.]

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[ The trust made his eyes soften even if he was not aware of Bren's capabilities for stamina, but he would guide Bren into this with patience and more than his fair share of love. And Bren, how he begged to be fucked-- his hand slid against that inner thigh then, pushing it to the side and leaving a trail of shimmer where his lover came all over his hands. ]

You came hard, it pleases me to know that I can do this to you-- and I promise that I will bring you with me this next time.

[ the fingers smeared with Bren's own spend, lovingly trailed itself a circle against that tense hole-- and he had expected this and thus he had left his nails perfectly trimmed so that he did not unduly hurt Bren with his preparations.

There would be ample time for him to scratch long nails up and down his lover's back. Essek would make sure there was time for that. There would be time, he would ensure that there would be time for them, far longer than there had been in Bren's previous life. ]

I have been inside no one since Caleb, no one has been inside me-- I have waited for you ussta'che, and now you have come back to me.

[ as he prepared Bren, sinking digit into that tight hot heat that consumed him with fire-- and he continued to speak even as he curled his fingertip to caress and work that tight muscle into readiness for his tight and swelling cock that was still within view, poised on the edge of readiness. ]

I will keep you safe, you are mine.. you belong to me just as I belong to you.. nothing will tear us apart.

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Mmhmm.... [Caleb murmured in full agreement, even if he was entirely distracted by the slick slide of that hand along his thigh. Essek was right. He'd come like he'd fallen from a great height and landed in Essek's arms, exactly where he belonged.]

You're the only one who can. I've never felt like this...

[He'd never felt anything close to this pleasure. Nothing had ever felt remotely this right, and Bren had no doubt that there would be no one for him in this life or any that might follow except for Essek Thelyss, this wicked, lethal, perfect creature, this beautiful soul that was meant to be the other half of his own.]

Mine... my love. [Bren agreed. His mate. His everything. He let his head fall back as that finger pressed inside him. A trembling whimper, his whole body still far too sensitive, every touch a dizzying combination of pleasure and pain that twisted him up into resurging desire.]

And I'm yours. Only yours, so please...

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[ His finger reached deeply, massaging patiently against slickened walls-- there was magic in his digits, as he reached and reached until he brushed against thst little nub of flesh that he knew would make Bren's toes curl deliciously and with such unlooked for overstimation.

He watched those lust hazed eyes and it simply made Essek feel worshipped like he was the only god in the world, the only star in the sky-- his breath knocked out of his lungs to stutter to a complete stop. However, Bren did not have to worry for Essek would be mindful of working him back up to a keen edge, but doing it in a way that would not utterly destroy.

Only wreck.. a little.

And then he added another finger, reaching and arching as he looked downward to see his lover stir again. ]

It appears that you will be ready by the time I slide into you, and I bet you will be so tight, my Bren. [ he leaned forward to rest against Bren, smearing Bren's seed betwixt both their stomachs. ] As tight as Caleb was that night we first made love.

[ and then he scrape his sharpened fangs against the spot just underneath Bren's earlobe. ]

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[The moment that questing touch found that particular little spot, Bren nearly arched straight off the bed. His toes did indeed curl into the blankets, and his voice escaped in a low whine. The stimulation so shortly on the heels of his orgasm was sharp, near painful, but his cock stirred in response. He was a werewolf, after all, and that gave him at least some edge on a regular human.

But he still had no defense against Essek Thelyss, that touch, those eyes watching him. He panted softly, reaching a hand out towards the other man, just the tips of his fingers brushing along that cheek, settling more firmly as Essek rested against him.]

I want you inside me, want you to fill me up...

[Fingers move through Essek's hair as he turned his head to the side.] I want you to make love to me.

[More than just fucking, he wanted this to be something.]

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[ Even at its most primal there would always be love, it would always mean something to Essek-- it was written in a past, in a history and while the thread had disconnected for a time, it was there between them to loop and weave like a page resumed in a book. Their time had come back into play.

The temptation to draw his teeth into the pliant flesh was great however he resisted it and then pushed himself back up to hover better over Bren.

Thankfully Essek was already slick with the evidence of Bren's earlier release, all glistened and ready, looking obscene covered in such filth but it would definitely ease Essek's way into that tight clench. And thus Essek drew his fingers out and then he wrapped his fingers against the backs of those knees and then he pressed his thighs back until it was almost touching that torso.

Spread so deliciously. ]

Hold yourself while I get into position? And then after I do, you can do what you want with your hands. [ a somewhat shy pause, sweet coming from the man that was set to ruin Bren ] I would like them on me though..

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[Bren took a breath to steady himself, though the action was shaky at best as he looked up at Essek. His pupils were blown wide, only a thin halo of blue even visible as he gazed up at the other man, expression flooded through with a heady combination of lust and adoration. He had not known what it was like to be touched with love, not before his soul had found its way home.

And somehow that love and affection only stoked the more visceral, desperate need. There was something utterly lewd about the way that Essek's cock was covered in his own release that the vampire had coaxed from him with expert, talented fingers. He whimpered softly as Essek pushed his legs back, nearly bent him in half. It was utterly vulnerable, wanton, downright obscene the way he was spread so wide open for him.

He did not hesitate to do as he was told, moving to wrap his fingers at the backs of his thighs to hold himself open for him, spread and waiting. A fitful nod.]

I will... I need to touch you.

[As if he could deny Essek anything the other man wanted, especially something that was so very clearly in alignment with what Bren wanted as well. He wanted to explore that body, to hold and cling to him as Essek utterly wrecked his hole, ruined him for anyone else but this beautiful, brilliant man.]

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[ This first joining would be their first, it would set the stage for their bodies to collide. It was assuredly not the first time of two young men at Solstryce, no-- this was made primarily for him and Bren, this love was born underneath different circumstances with Essek having changed, but Bren awash in different circumstances. This brought them into perfect alighnment.

He was pushing in, the way eased by the utter slickness of their bodies together. He was gripping hips, pushing his cockhead into that tight ruinous hole, until he was swallowed. In turn, he swallowed a breath at the tight heat that he had not felt for the longest time.

Ages upon ages.

Once consumed, he was exerting that force and pressure to slide in though it was an easy slide, a filling of Bren's sensitive channel, the way that he could feel the blood throbbing-- the way that Bren nearly scaled his cold body with such an inferno of warmth that he nearly hissed. ]

Gods, you are so hot, Bren.. I am sinking myself into a fire and gods, I want this.. I want you; consume me, Chathiu

[ and soon? His torso was pressed against Bren, his body enough to hold those legs between then, to feel Bren's calves against his shoulders as he pinioned him right to the bed. ]

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[Oh gods help him in that moment, looking up at the timelessly lovely face of Essek Thelyss, feeling the pressure of that cock at his hole, so close to sating the aching emptiness in him since those fingers drew out of him. He ached for him, a yearning that only one thing would possibly sooth. And there it was, Essek finally pressing inside him. His body yielded around him, a first time, but some muscle memory that he should in no way possess remembered this exactly.

His voice caught on a sound that fled past his lips, a strangled relieved sob of pleasure. He could feel his body yield around that length as Essek sank into him, inch by glorious inch. There was a faint burn, a faint sting, but all of it meant nothing when it met the realization that this was happening.]

Essek... [He managed to shape his name in a faltering, breathless voice as he found himself fully pinned the bed, half doubled over, and so, so full of this man.]

I want you, all of you. Take me, Liebling. Please.

[And now that his hands were free, he did indeed reach for him, fingertips mapping greedily over any skin that he could reach.]

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[ The feeling of Bren as he engulfed him was a drug within itself, the panting lips that met his own and the sweetness of the joining, root of his arousal pinion deep into his lover. He remembered the feeling of Caleb surrounding him, how warm he had been-- but he now cherished the way that now Bren clung to him with a tactile grace. And he moved shallowly so that he could create that rhythm of tide and time against Bren, nibbling against that lower lip as he rested their foreheads together.

He was pressed after all, close enough that those legs were indeed bent for him; he had not remembered Caleb being quite this limber but he was absolutely not complaining, he would press Bren's body like this, enjoy the feeling of exploring those depths. ]

Yes.. you feel so perfect, Chathiu-- you feel like heaven, so tight and so good.

[ His thrusts started out shallow, very barely touching against the prostate as he did not want to give Bren too much too fast. His goal was to draw this out to a fine keen-edged point. ] I have hungered for this, just as I hunger for you.. and when you are going to come for me, I will bury my teeth in your neck and drink deeply of you, to feel your orgasm on my tongue, yes.

[ Those were dirty spoken words against Bren's lips, a sensual promise that he would let Bren be his dessert, that he would partake of him in a manner that he could not enjoy with anyone else. And once.. once he knew what Bren was, perhaps there would be more than dessert on the table, perhaps Essek would finally allow himself to make a full meal of Bren ]

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[Even those slow, shallow movements inside him had Bren feeling like Essek was trying to take him apart, piece by piece. His arousal had swelled to full hardness once again, but that didn't mean that his body wasn't still a mess of overstimulated nerves, sensitive so that even the faintest brush of skin on skin felt like it would set him on fire in the next moment.]

You feel so good... I feel so full of you. I...

[He dissolved into a whimper of sound, words utterly failing him once more. His arms wound around Essek, fingers gripping at his back, nails pressing into skin, holding tight.]

Good. Take my blood, let me flow through you, Liebling, keep you warm. Please.

[His lips parted where they'd been murmuring those promises and pleas, dirty, filthy things and and affection-soaked, tender things. His tongue flickered against Essek's lower lips, trying to tempt him for a deeper kiss, so that he could properly taste him as well. Essek was not the only one who hungered.]

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[ This was what Essek was weak to, what could invariably cause his knees buckle and his entire senses to reel. It was the power of a kiss, the first kiss over a hundred years ago that had changed his entire world and had granted him something like the sun to carry within his heart even when he could not bear to be underneath it.

He claimed Bren's lips then, his tongue buried deep in that mouth with long lush sweeps to taste that set a delicate rhythem to move in time with the rolling of his cock sinking home again and again into that binding heat.

His sun returned once again, his light-- he could taste those moans and he responded; these lips were his, this body was his-- he would not let Bren go even as their bodies slowly caught fire with desire bourne from sheer desperation of the force of their need.

He had missed this closeness, the feeling of being wrapped up in his Chathiu's love, and in turn surrounding him. ]

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[For a moment, for Bren, it was more than a kiss, more than this present moment where Essek's lips on his felt as if they were sipping directly from his soul. It was an action, a moment, a memory that echoed through time, a clarion song straight through this life and his last. The one touchstone that his soul knew, that his soul would always know, was the love of this man who was kissing him breathless.

Bren could only move so much the way he was pinned by the other's body, but he rose to that kiss as much as he could, moaning at the slick feeling of that plush tongue sliding with such a dizzying slickness against his own. His grip only pressed tighter to Essek's back, fingernails scratching over that perfect lavender silk of his skin, leaving marks of their passing.

Each thrust inside him, each moment when that cock came home to fully seat inside him, filling him in such an exquisite way he felt as if he'd finally found his purpose in this life, to belong to this man, to give himself in every way he could. And to claim Essek Thelyss for his own in return.

Breaking from the kiss he gasped for breath, head falling back as he moaned his pleasure. The fingers of one hand run up Essek's spine, the back of his neck, to tangle into that short, perfectly coiffed hair.]

Essek... love, gods. Please. Fuck me, like I was made for you, fill me up.

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[ The feeling of more engulfed the both of them, of timelessness. The crossing over of timelines into something seamless-- the return to something that felt absolutely right in something akin to a metaphorical dawn; the light breaking over the horizon to ease the melancholy of a near endless night.

Gods, Essek would meet those lips, that mouth; would stretch in whatever ways he could to keep those lips against his, to feel Bren's tongue and the way that his cock clenched as it buried deep inside. There was something evocative to Essek about a kiss like this, a kiss of such desperate passionate love as it ran in tandem with the very obscene way that he was taking his lover apart.

The very idea of being loved blindingly and yet being used so filthily.

He surged then, once Bren's head fell back. Surged into a hot tight pace, as his body left audible slaps like calling cards against the other man's skin. A soft hiss expelled from his breath at the request that he would fufill. ]

There is no 'like', Bren-- you are mine.

[ And thus, Essek's body became a storm riding against Bren's, he adjusted those legs then to wrap around his legs and then he was mounting and crashing into that body; his fingers finding locks of beautiful flame, allowing them to tangle with his fingers as he looked down into those eyes, into the expression on Bren's face-- watching the way that desire held him prisoner ]