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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[ Essek smiled wryly even as he shifted to draw his phone out from a little hidden pouch in his thigh high boot, then he was already inputting the numbers in to his driver's phone and then he placed it to his ear, learning forward to rest against Bren's chest as he quietly spoke with the driver that had been hired specifically for this night-- his voice a low soft hum while he played with the strands of Bren's hair.

Comforting and soft, that was how Essek felt in this moment.

Finally, he hung up and then swiped a few times before finally he was tucking his phone back in his boot where he knew it would stay safe for the most part. ]

Ten minutes until the driver swings around.

[ Reluctantly, Essek slowly climbed from Bren's lap-- already feeling the loss of him keenly. HIs beautiful possessive lover who was of the sun and fire, but also of the moon. However, it felt fitting-- for Caleb had always called him his Moon and so perhaps this almost made Bren a Knight of the Moon, a creature born to serve the Moon. ]

If I am being completely honest, I think I enjoy it a little bit when you are possessive. You were very sexy when you were exerting your territory. [ Essek bit his lower lip at the remembrance ] I am almost wondering if I may get a demonstration on other territorial traits of a werewolf..

[ It also soothed Essek to realize that there was no way that he could break Bren now. There had been moments where he had held back from his full force because he knew that a vampire's strength was much more than a human; but perhaps he did not have to with Bren. ]

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[Bren did not quite manage to hold back the soft, disappointed sound -- a frankly puppyish whine -- as Essek stood from his lap. He'd rather liked that position, the weight of Essek against him, the fact that he could have the other man in his arms. So that possessive streak had not really faded all that much. It likely never would. Still, he nodded.]

Ten minutes.

[He could not help a smile at what Essek admitted next, and he reached out to catch in the waistband of that unfairly sexy skirt, pulling him close once more, this time spreading his legs apart so that Essek could stand closer, within the circle of them.] They thought they deserved to touch you... I did need to let them know they were wrong.

[Bren was quite certain he didn't deserve to touch such an exquisitely ethereal creature as Essek Theylss, but he had been allowed, invited, granted this precious gift, and he would not turn it away, would not take a moment of it for granted. He was, in very real terms, a creature born to serve his Moonlight, his beautiful soulmate.

He leaned closer then, fingers running up beneath Essek's blouse, fingers playing over cool skin. A graze of his teeth at his navel, and he looked up at him through half lowered lashes.]

You will. You are mine, and I will want the world to know... your scent is delicious, but I would have you carrying mine as well.

[There were subtle ways of this, traded touches and gentle kisses, draping the drow in his jacket, holding him close as much and as often was he was allowed.

Biting. Definitely biting. Taking Essek into his mouth and sucking him off so that their scents mingled in perfect harmony.]

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We have ten minutes.. yes.

[ Essek was watching the way that Bren nibbled against his navel, the part revealed by fingers pushing up the fabric of his rather sheer blouse, and the look in it-- heavy-lidded and nearly blissed out with pleasure. Now, and only now, was Essek able to understand that it was Bren taking in his scent. The drowpire had to catch his breath at the sight of Bren teasing him just so-- and he would be honest that he wanted Bren to mark him.

The good thing about leaving at this time was that very few other people were. He was often prone to leaving early from functions because social interactions took a necessary drain on him so it was no surprise however, the driver could wait a few additional minutes on top of that. ]

I promised you a treat if you were good, and you have been my very good boy, haven't you?

[ Essek slowly smoothed his palm against locks of ginger that caught beautiful lights underneath the cool glow of the moon, brought out the beautiful paleness of those cheeks and illuminated those freckles. He reached for Bren's hand and once taken, he brought it to the soft skin just between boot and skirt-- his skin that hummed with the heat of it. ] Does my good boy want a taste of me? I suppose I can allow a nibble here and there.

[ Right here on a bench where anyone could stumble across them, just as Essek had promised Bren! A very public way for his lover to stake his claim if he wished to do so. And Essek thought that they had behaved with propriety on the dance floor, anything that happened off the dance floor was there business and no one elses. ]

I have been thinking of your mouth on me for the past two hours-- and I wore extra slutty underthings, just for you--

[ And if Bren explored, he'd find underwear that was really only a whisp of lace that covered very little ]

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That is time enough.

[Bren mused to himself. He could reduce Essek to gasps and moans by then, couldn't he? Another scrape of his teeth along that taut stomach, tongue soothing over the sharper touch, a groan of his own at little more than the scent and taste of Essek's skin. He could drown in him so easily, wanted to let himself do exactly that. For his part, the werewolf didn't care if anyone happened to come by and see. In fact good, let them. Let the world see who could make the pristine, icy Lord Thelyss come apart entirely, let them know that Essek was his and no one else's.

There was that possessive streak again, surfacing without being restrained this time, now that Essek knew what he was, knew the worst of his secrets, what more did Bren have to fear?

He tilted his head into that hair as it moved over his hair, a low whine catching in his throat. Gods but he would give anything to be Essek's good boy right now.]

I want that, ja. Please. Let me see how pretty you look for me.

[For him. His fingers were all too eager to be guided, to find that peek of skin an make their way upward. His fingers deliberately continued their exploring, upward beneath that skirt, shifting inward so that his skin grazed an inner thigh, up to find how very little Essek was wearing beneath.]

Oh.

[The sound Bren made then was more growl than whine, and he moved to hike Essek's skirt up, baring him and that little trace of lace. Bren leaned close, first nuzzling at that lace-covered length before he began mouthing at him through the flimsy fabric.]

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[ Essek had thought himself proof against many things; certainly he had thought that he could withstand such teases-- that 10 minutes felt like a challenge, to Bren since Essek could play the long game with his body, could hold himself back and prevent himself from coming if needed, to better suit Bren's needs, had done the exact same with Caleb. There had been nights he had edged his husband into other dimensions, leaving him a panting mess while he remained still untouched and pristine.

The moment that he hears that growl and the way that mouth starts to play over his barely there underthings and suddenly he is arching with a low moan as he keeps himself steady against those shoulders.

Anyone approaching would see a skirt hiked up ceremoniously, the peek of a lace-clad rear which showed an enticing amount of cleavage where it touched the backs of thighs and Bren's hands holding his hips in place; two men lost in pleasure-- for Essek was hissing from it, this distraction while he clutched his fingers through hair. ]

Ah, yes.. that is my good boy, your mouth is so hot.. so perfect, you were born to keep me warm, weren't you? [ That body that burned hotter than most, and his own that ran cooler-- it felt like serendipity and as much as Essek hated what had been done to Bren, he knew in this form-they stood better to protect against Trent Ikithon, but also-- this man could withstand the hunger of his vampire form. ]

If you are good and service me properly, I will let you sleep in my room tonight...

[ This had been something that not even Essek had given Caleb, because he'd feared hurting him but perhaps just perhaps he would not have to worry about this with Bren. ]

Let me see you take me in your mouth, pet?

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[Bren was entirely unaware of just what sort of stamina that Essek possessed, but he would be at least a slightly better match for it given his own supernatural nature now -- though the centuries old vampire would likely have the upper hand still if it came to a direct contest. What he was aware of at the moment was that he wanted the drow so much that it threatened to drive him mad if he tried to resist it. Thankfully he did not have to resist anything at the moment.

No, instead Bren was fully indulging in the taste and scent of Essek, eager to glut himself on both, filmy, flimsy lace quickly becoming downright sodden under the attention of his lips and tongue. He shivered in pleasure at the words, at the praise, gaze lifting to peek up at the vampire.

He whimpered lowly at the sound of that promise.]

I will be so good for you... [He murmured the vow directly to Essek's arousal. Gods he wanted to be good for him. Without a word he slipped from his seat on the bench to his knees in front of Essek. He caught the lace of those underthings on so carefully between his teeth, tugging the fabric down that way to set Essek's length free.

He let his tongue drag up along the underside of his length, slow, until he could tease the tip of it just beneath the ridge at the head. He took his time, tongue pressing flat against the slit, to taste him, before he wrapped his lips around his cock, suckling at him as if presented with his favorite treat.]

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[ The moment that Bren shifted himself to kneel between Essek and stone bench made it all that much easier for Essek to balance himself, to open himself up for Bren's eager hot mouth. His leg shifted gracefully to balance the back of his thigh right againsf Bren's shoulder and then he allowed himself a soft husky groan as he cheated himself closer, allowed Bren to further make a ruinous mess of his undergarments with open mouth.

Until Bren pushed that lace down and his arousal purple and flushed sprang free, hard and throbbing painfully with desire for his werewolf lover-- and how his entire being clenched with want at Bren's assurance that he would be a good boy for him; and Essek believed him with every single fiber of his being while he looked down with naked approval in his starry amethyst eyes.

His manicured fingers laced through lock of hair and he stroked against scalp while he encouraged until the first grace of tongue hot and sinful spread saliva all over his slit and then the second step until he was pulled dizzyingly into that inferno of a mouth and the most wicked obscene moan fell from his lips while his toes curled, trapped by heeled boots that they were ]

That is my good boy, my pet.. my love, let me fill your mouth, let me make a mess of your throat

[ the approval in his voice was as bright as the same beacon that had consecuted Caleb's soul, as tethered as they were to each other, tethered by bonds of fate and time, a shattering that was made for solely them. And he wanted to shatter Bren and then build him back up, and infuse those bits of memories within him. How he wanted those memories to return; most consecuted souls-- their memories returned but Trent had done something to prevent Caleb from stepping in to sync with Bren,

In Undercommon he murmured, ]

Doer rath'ulu uns'aa, ussta'Chathiu

[ Come back to me, my Firefly]

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[Bren's hand lifted to grip at the outside of that thigh, fingers pressing into bare flesh, holding there are he continued his attention at Essek's cock, the still teasing touch of his lips and tongue as he lavishes attention against the head of his arousal. The werewolf moaned around the prick in his mouth, not disguising his eagerness to have the weight of that length in his mouth, the taste of Essek on his tongue.

Those words drew another whimper from him, as he looked up at Essek with an unspoken plea in his eyes that still managed to be surprisingly eloquent despite being wordless. 'Your good boy. Always, for you. Love me, use me, give me all you have.'

He bobbed his head forward to take Essek's cock further into his mouth, swallowing him down eagerly, ignoring the soft choking as that length slipped to the back of his throat. He let his eyes fall shut to enjoy, to savor the feeling of him, all of him.

In that locked away part of his mind, Caleb could hear the Undercommon, had learned his lover's language in a life gone by and it pulled at his heart. 'I am here. I am right here.' Bren's eyes flickered open, in perhaps surprising comprehension, even if there was no way he should understand the words that Essek had spoken. Perhaps that magically imposed wall was growing thinner between them.]

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[ Tenderly, Essek's fingers slipped through the sunset orange locks of hair at the back of that neck and then using a bit of gravity, he started to roll his hip in the most decadent way possible while he felt that mouth squeeze him, his purpled shaft that generously leaked precome. A soft moan escaped his own lips while his hair touseled with the breeze as well as the movements of his body and the fact that he was looking down into those eyes and seeing the plea there.

This revelation only made Essek love this man more, for all that he had been through-- for the soft vigil he kept, had kept through time. The surge of protectiveness even though he knew that Caleb was capable of great destruction and if given the chance, could wreck havoc on Ikithon. Together, they would be unstoppable-- together there was no way that Ikithon could withstand it.

They were fire and they were ice. ]

Usstan'orn elgg jaluss vel'uss jivviimir dos, ussta'chathtiu

[ A promise of vengenance and death on anyone who dared hurt Bren, a promise even as he slipped into that mouth, rolling and fucking with the sweetest sounds in between his own vows given to his mate and to his lover. And indeed, his very touch was claiming and he could not draw his eyes away from soaking up that supplicant face taking his cock as if it was ambrosia ]

Mate....

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[Bren was lost, blissfully lost, in the moment, in Essek, in the taste and scent of him, the feel of him, the sweet sounds that spilled from those lips. He had forgotten the gala, forgotten where they were, forgotten even the moons in the sky. His entire world was the drow at whose feet he knelt, an act of lust and desire, an act of worship.

He loved this man, who had taken him in, offered him protection and shown him who he was, who he was supposed to be. Who had been waiting for him through a lifetime and more, who he would always find again and again.

A moan rumbled in Bren's throat as well, the vibrations thrumming through the length in his mouth, the sound muffled, but certainly something Essek would feel. But how could Bren not moan? He could taste the salt sweet tang of that precome on the back of his tongue.

His hands gripped at Essek's thighs, holding tight, fingers kneading gently, all encouragement for the way that Essek fucked his mouth. Bren tongued at the prick as it moved in his mouth, cheeks hollowed. The sounds of it were obscene, loud in the otherwise silent courtyard. It was the word mate that nearly had him coming undone then and there, untouched. The growl of pleasure rumbled up from his chest, sticking in his throat.]

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[ His beautiful sweet Bren, his mate.. he could hear the growl amid the slick filthy sounds, the way that it vibrated against every single luscious inch of him, the fierce look in those eyes. Despite how very good Bren was being, he could see that trail of alpha-type behavior, of a man who wanted to claim and possess, who's very saliva was marking him with scent.

He knew the meaning of that, he was familiar with werewolf behavior, the desire for scent-marking.

His very good boy.. his fingers combed through the locks of the back of that neck as he gripped tighter ]

Are you going to be a good little whore for me and take me to the base? [ His voice soft and yet there was affection amid that subtle degradation and he was lightly dipping his toes in to see if Bren liked it, liked it much like Caleb had when they had played these sorts of games. ] It would be so easy to ruin your throat so all you can do is whine.. would you like that? For me to ruin you for anyone else?

[ For all those pseudo-mates that Trent had tried to force on Bren, but he was stepping in and he was making himself the only mate that required servicing ] If you are a good wolf, I will let you breed me later.. would you like that as a treat?

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[Bren knew it too, and was very pleased with himself for it, for the fact that his scent and Essek's would be mingled so closely that the other man would be clearly marked, by any other werewolf or being with strong enough senses, as Bren's mate. And if he were allowed, he would see to it that Essek always carried some trace of his scent with him, so the world would know.

Those fingers in his hair were intoxicating, more so than any of the alcohol served at the fancy party, and so was they way they gripped at his hair, taking control while Bren readily surrendered it.

His gaze lifted as Essek spoke, and the only response to those words, to be called his good little whore was a whine that spoke volumes of just how much he liked it, all pleasure and wordless plea for exactly that.

He wanted it, would take Essek's cock to the root, choke on his prick, let himself be utterly wrecked by his lover. He wanted to be ruined, for anyone else, to erase any memory of other touch that was not Essek Thelyss's. His soulmate.

Another whimper of sound, muffled as it was, and he deliberately surged forward to swallow Essek down, swallowing around the head of his cock as it hit the back of his throat, a soft choking sound before he steadied himself. His gaze remained fixed raptly on Essek's face, the meaning there clear. Ruin me.

That last promise though, that brought a spark of pure fire to Bren's gaze. Another low growl rising in his throat because oh yes, yes he would like that. He would be oh so very good for that reward.]

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[ with a natural dexterous grace, Essek's hips started to roll in such a manner, the choke resonated through his shaft that dripped and he bit his lower lip, as he was having a sensual crisis with Bren's mouth; hooked as he was, he would be kept steady though Bren's hands were also steadying him. His beautiful mate, he could see the sheen and prick of tears collecting at the corner of eyes and one hand moved to brush away the whisp of mist ]

There is no one who loves you more than I do, you are being so very good for me-- so obedient, I want you to sleep with me in my room tonight, I want your face to be the first I see in the morning.

[ his breath was catching, partly from how could Bren felt wrapped around his cock and partly because of the emotion that squeezed at those eyes that peered through, the same soul, it was the same soul, those eyes were the eyes of his love and it did not matter who looked at him from them, just that he look at him ]

You are perfect, Chathtiu, so perfect-- I won't last long, you realize this right? Because you are so precious in how you desire to please me...

[ Fuck, he was getting tender now-- his hand was at the back of Bren's head to cushion and guide but his other hand was touching corner of eyes, dancing against cheek, filling himself on the feel of his companion, the curve of that cheek, stubbled jawline. He let out a gasp at the way the wet tongue guided him, a single track on which his arousal could press across and then downward against that fragile gag reflex. ]

You love taking my cock, you enjoy my taste-- you realize that the only one who has ever held me in their mouth like this [ and he was talking about both Caleb and Bren, one soul through time. ]

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[Bren's eyes fluttered at the gentle touch that brushed away the gathering tears from the corners of his eyes. He turned that earnest blue gaze up towards him once more at those words, whining his agreement. He wanted to spend the day with him, from the moment dawn took consciousness from him until twilight returned it. He wanted to be the first thing Essek saw, wanted to know that his love was safe and close and with him.

In that locked away chamber inside his mind, where the older part of his soul lingered, Caleb felt a surge of excitement as well, at the idea of finally being able to properly share a bed and sleep with his love, when that had been taken from them for far too long.

Bren hummed softly once more, encouragement. Good. He wanted Essek to find his release here and now wanted to swallow down his seed like it was ambrosia and would sustain him better than any other sustenance he could imagine. Another soft possessive growl at the affirmation that he was the only one to know the taste of Essek this way, the feeling of that heavy length in his mouth, heated flesh beneath his tongue.

There was a silent plea in his gaze for Essek to let ho, to take as much as he wanted and to give him his come in return, to spill himself down his throat.]

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You cannot let a single drop escape, my beautiful whore-- you have to drink it all, after all it that which belongs to you by right.

[ with a groan, Essek pushed into that sweet mouth; his curved cock hitting the back of that throat and pushing downward, angled so that when he came from using something offered willingly, his seed would blossom down that throat and he would hear those muffled whimpers that begged for more.

Those breathtaking blue eyes begged for more, a plea which he was not immune to. He had forgotten how beautiful a moment like this could be, of Bren's fingers grasping to his hips-- while Bren was submissive, how those fingers still felt claiming within that grip.

The two of them were predators, the beautiful of such duality, of a mutual submission and domination dependant on the phases of the moon within the night sky, a give and take. Essek leaned forward, palm on a shoulder as his thrusts became more shallow, could feel the choking around his cock-- the filthy hot sounds that self-perpetuated his own climb to orgasm, further and further.

And when he slid, it was a hot pulse as he clenched his fingers into locks of hair, gripping while a tide rode out to meet him, and then he was filling that throat with ribbons of cream, and looking down into that upturned face-- Essek's own features contorted into ecstasy though his eyes drank in Bren, in that beauty that he carried in his heart like a memory. ]

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[Bren whimpered around him, eyes falling half shut, heavy lidded, but not willing to close entirely, to look away from Essek's face. Oh he would not dare to spill a drop, too greedy, too eager to swallow down the evidence of his mate's pleasure, pleasure that he gave him.

Fingertips pressed more insistently into those hips, into the flesh of a lithe thigh, all encouragement, though with a definite thread of that possessiveness. This was his, and Bren would spend the rest of his life, all his lives, devoted to this beautiful creature in whatever way he could be.

The first splash of that hot seed at the back of his throat drew another muffled, ragged whimper from him as he swallowed around him, drank him down like he'd been starving all this time for his come, for his cock, and was finally being given what he so desperately needed to sustain him. His own arousal throbbed at the sight of Essek coming undone, the expression of ecstasy on his face, the bliss that Bren thought he could taste along that heated flesh still in his mouth. He was stunning, beautiful in a way that ought to be have been impossible.

He would linger on Essek's cock until he was certain his mate was fully spent, lingering longer to tongue at him to make sure that when he withdrew from his mouth his length would be clean, near gleaming with Bren's saliva.]

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You are breathtaking, M'hrandii--

[ His fingers moved to swipe his thumb against that lower lip, noting the glisten on lips and cock once he slid carefully out of that mouth, could see the pearl white of teeth and the look of the other man bent on pleasing him. He stroked against beard neatly trimmed and the jawline while he considered the other man, and something surged within him-- a pulsing ache within.

An acknowledgement that this was his mate and it did such strange things to him, coiling something tight that seemed to rise above this moment, was bigger than the moon and the stars in the sky, the hum of the music within the universe. ]

Shall we head to the car now? [ A soft petting, his sweetest man who he knew would do anything to please him. But Essek was cast within the same raging sea, he wanted to please this man too ]

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[Bren preened at the praise, at the gentleness of the touches that followed. Essek knew his secrets now, knew the worst of him, and was still his. His mate. His beautiful, sinfully attractive mate. The taste of him was still on his tongue, something to be thoroughly savored.

He leaned into that hand as it passed, eyes falling mostly shut.]

Ja, we should.

[But first he shifted to oh so carefully settle Essek back into those unfairly sexy lacy underthings, resettling his skirt down into a more proper placement, so that no one else would have the privilege of seeing his beautiful lover in such a state of sexy disarray.

Once that was done, he stood, doing his best to ignore his own arousal -- and fuck his pants were tight to begin with, and this did not help -- and held out an arm to the drow so that he could escort him back to their waiting ride.]

I am ready for you to take me home, Liebling.

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[ Essek watched as Bren adjusted himself-- his eyes glimmering with preternatural desire before finally he pulled his ginger lover close, pressing lips to the fullness of Bren's mouth and subtly tasting his own spend there, fragrantly bitter and yet with a hint of sweetness, something that was unlike any human's extractions. The drow hummed as he was righted and then he slowly took the arm of the other man and then rested the side of his head for a moment against a shoulder.

He would have to do something about that when they got into the car.

But he did not say as much, instead rather playfully led the other man through the gardens and toward the side entrance; from there the coat room was not that far. The maneuverings would make it so that they manage to escape people attempting to keep them from leaving-- Essek was generally the first to leave a party or event (unless it was hosted by himself) and so this would come as no surprise, often he up and disappeared.

Coats and jackets were collected and then down the steps they went to the waiting car. The door was opened by the driver and Essek slipped in first-- was it coincidence that he had managed to slid in, in a manner that allowed for more then a distracting peek of thigh? Surely it must've been. ]

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[Bren melted into him, into the kiss, all welcome and invitation, like it was a gift that he had been given and was overwhelmingly honored to receive. He could spend far, far too long kissing Essek Thelyss, something that he had discovered recently and did not consider a problem at all. So what if he forgot hours or nights in the grace of those lips. They would be well lost, well spent.

But the kiss ended, and Bren realized they did need to depart. He followed Essek through the building to retrieve their coats, marveling at how they managed to dodge most of the crowd that would have undoubtedly wanted to steal some more of the Shadowhand's time and attention before the evening ended.

The fact that they reached the waiting car unharried was impressive.

Coincidental or not, the flash of that thigh was not something that Bren missed. There was no chance of that happening. He settled into the backseat of the car beside his mate, relaxing back once the door was securely shut.]

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[ The car was spacious and the driver generally not one of the people back at home, for such events he always wanted a level of anonymity for his staff. Routine trips to Rexxentrum for shopping was another matter entirely and he would generally, heaven forbid, let Jester drive.

Once the door was shut securely, Essek slowly angled himself to press up against Bren as if he was made for the spot, resting his palm against the chest so that he could feel the beating heart underneath, as well as soak up the warmth of a very heat intensive body-- understandable with the revealing of Bren's wereblood, he inhaled the scent of Bren and it filled him with a light feeling, assuredly like a high.

The separation window came down for a moment, to reveal the driver's face in the rearview ]

'Home?'

[ Essek had to think about it, his fingertip tracing against a thigh, as he thought about it for a moment, licking his lower lip as with trembling fingers-- his lavender digits started to trail against inseam and a wave of lust hit him with the inclination of something ]

Just drive around Rexxentrum, and keep the window up-- I will call into the driver side when it is time to go back.

[ and then their was the sound of glass rising once again ]

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[A smile graced Bren's face as Essek settled against him. He shifted enough to wind an arm behind the drowpire, hand settling at the small of his back, finding the spot where the skirt and blouse met and letting his fingers quest beneath to trace along that soft, enticing skin, cool beneath his own warm fingers.

He had turned towards Essek, poised to beg a kiss when the window began to lower. The werewolf stilled himself and behaved while Essek spoke to the driver. Even if Essek clearly did not, as Bren could feel those fingers go wandering.

Oh.

Well. He spread his legs wider to invite more of that touch, melting into the other man's touch. He barely heard what Essek said to their driver, too tuned into the sound of that window going up. And once that he heard that he leaned close, tilting his chin to graze his lips against Essek's -- barely a touch, a subtle request for more.]

We're taking the scenic route home?

[zauberdecke]

Yes, I was hoping that you would take the scenic route home with me.

[ And then the soft press of lips as Bren's mouth found his in the inky darkness of the car, the way that Bren felt nestled close to his side and it was only a matter of time before he would slip into those arms willingly; his mate-- an agreement. There was so much that he now understood, reactions that he had which made sense before.. it was because there was something deep in him that responded to the deep within Bren Ermendrud, the feeling of magnetism that at it's core was primal and raw.

It was a pulsing golden thread between the two of them that bound them together.

And already there was a memory coming back to Essek-- not one that he physically could reach for; but something far beyond him, something that had lain dormant within him and his kind for centuries and yet right now? The tug of it responded almost naturally to his mate's DNA. His arm moved to wrap around a shoulder and he grazed his teeth lightly against a lower lip provided to him ]

I would like it if you..

[ He could feel something rising inside of him, an anticipation that coiled tight and warm within him, especially as his senses registered that the scent now, of earth and rain, but also fire.. embers and smoke. and he wanted that scent on him; he wanted to be marked by it irrevocably. ]

.. If you claimed me, if you left your ownership on me as I have on you.

[ And Essek had to admit that there had been nothing more arousing then watching Bren snap at anyone who came close, the way that he had felt protected and surrounded by his mate. It was a warm blanket, this possession and he craved the feeling of more of it-- his tongue darted out to slid against his lower lip as the anticipation fluttered between the two of them. ]

Here and now.

[ausgebrannt]

Of course. I am very eager to take in the scenery...

[Bren murmured the rejoinder to Essek's lips, hand slipping up along his back, beneath that top, tracing cool skin, the curve of his spine, pressing tightly between his shoulders. It was a silent urging for Essek to move closer, to settle into his lap so that they could eliminate the space between them.

His breath caught softly at the touch of those teeth, and he smiled at the request, the wolf in him silently baying its approval and desire for exactly that. Essek was his, his mate, his world, the missing part of his soul.]

I would like that too. You are mine, Essek. My mate. My love.

[A hand slid up Essek's chest then, up over the drow's throat, up to catch that elegant, fine jaw in his hands, tilting his chin so that Bren can first claim those lips before tilting his lover's head to the side, lips taking their time exploring down the line of that jaw, down his neck. He deliberately scrapes his teeth above where one would expect a pulse, an echo of the way that Essek fed from him.]

My heart beats for you and you alone. I will not share you... [And he would lay that claim here and now, as Essek had asked him.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Now that they were alone, for the most part-- Essek was easily drawn onto that lap that was offered to him by Bren. The sweet huff of breath against his aching mouth, and then the growling whisper that Bren exhaled against his slender neck, teeth scraping. Both of his calves were planted firmly on either side of Bren's lap and he was only raised a little bit, though he had to duck his head to keep his head from hitting the top of it with how he was perched there; thankfully he had excellent situational awareness.

It also meant that Essek had not yet firmly centered himself on that lap even though his knees touched the cushion backrest of the seat behind Bren. Granted, he could feel the heat radiating from his lover and at the touch of teeth to neck and he let out a steadying moan, his arms moving to drape around those shoulders as he buried his face against ginger locks. ]

I don't want to be shared, please do not share me.. I belong to you.

[ already Essek's cock was resuming a slow hot throb, conversely he could feel his core ache in away almost primal, as if the only thing that would make it better is if Bren filled him deep inside-- and gods, he would encourage Bren in this matter, wanted the make out and feel of teeth and fingers digging into flesh ]

Mate me to you...

[ and Essek did not care how rough or filthy it was, he needed that signature on his skin, he needed to feel skin to skin and the tangible slap, there was even level of desperation to his words meant only for Bren ]