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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[ How Bren was able to bring out such softness in Essek, the world may never know. But while it was a mystery, it still was a reality and as such he slowly slipped his fingers from those trousers but not without a lingering touch of fingertip following that vein upward until he got to the slit. Then his thumb collected it and he pulled backward only so that he could run his tongue against the pad of it.

That cock ring made it easier for him to be a little bit bad. In fact tonight before bed, there may be a bit of edging involving Essek's lips and fingers in Bren's future. A sweet combination of heaven and hell. ]

You are my very good boy, Bren. And I will reward you tomorrow night when we get to the club--

[ He would be hungry and feral and because of that, he would be more than equipped to protect his mate. ]

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[Bren watched Essek lick at his thumb and he had to fight back a whimper. At least the ring bound snugly around his prick meant that he wouldn't wind up spilling himself then and there. It did not ease the ache though, the need, and Essek was right. It would leave him on that edge of utterly feral, all instinct and desire and heaven help anyone who tried to come to close to his mate. The moon-called wolf in him would not stand for it, especially strung so far along this edge as he would be by then.

For now though, another low sound at the promise of reward -- except that very good boy was reward in and of itself.

He stepped in closer then, seeking Essek's lips with his own again.] Tomorrow night... I will try to be patient.

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I have all the faith that you will be perfect.

[ Essek said and then as their lips collided, his mouth brushed so that the other man could taste precome, the sweetest essence. There was much for them to do however, at least much for Essek to do. It was clear that he would have to go into Rexxentrum, they would have to go in to sign any required paperwork, do a tour of the facility though since this was a night when the club was not opened. ]

Arrangements will be made for us to go into Rexxentrum--

[ Naturally, Bren would go with him; he would never leave the place without him. And it was because the bond was so strong. Honestly, Essek was not one who could let the other man out of his sight now, and his protectiveness was as fierce and as feral as that of Bren to him. ]

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[The rest of the night was more than a bit of a blur. Bren would of course go wherever it was that Essek went without argument. This close to the full moon especially, he did not want to be separated from his mate. Not that it would be any different once the full moon had passed.

When the next night came, and Bren found himself still very much pent up and even more caught in the sway of the moon, he was certain that every last one of his senses had been amplified. The world was brighter and sharper, louder, and the only thing that soothed the restlessness in him was the scent of his mate, the sound of Essek's voice, the touch of his hand.

Of course, all those things were also a sweet torture given that he was still not allowed his release.

They arrived at the club in Essek's miraculously cleaned up car (given the state they'd left it in on their way back from the gala). Bren had never worn anything quite like what his mate had dressed him in. Black leather contrasted sharply against pale, freckled skin -- a lot more of which was showing than he'd expected, but the way that his mate had looked at him had soothed any uncertainty in him. The collar around his throat though, and the thin chain that hung from it and was currently held in Essek's hand, well that had somehow only made his still-ringed prick throb, at the show of ownership, the visible staking of a claim.

He knew, as they arrived, that all eyes were on them, and he could feel his hackles begin to rise the longer that attention lingered on Essek.]

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[ The club had buzzed with the sudden scandal of a new owner, and the fact that a vampire had strolled in with an entourage of other vampires to clean up the place. It was not even a werewolf club anymore for word had gotten around that there would be the inclusion of several other supernatural subsets and thus it was no longer a safe space just for the wolves.

It was a safe space for all.

Essek slipped out of the car, wearing dark leather hot pants that showed a rather delicious amount of lavender skin, and then ankle high heeled boots, his own shirt was a sleeveless sweater that showed those slender arms. Around his waist rested a rather coy linked belt-- and indeed, the chain was held firm in his hand.

There was an equal attention on both of them, Bren was indeed drawing attention as well and Essek was not pleased at that, it made him clutch the chain a little more firm than he would otherwise. He'd overseen the hiring of all of the staff, he'd interrogated a few of the werewolves who had seemed the least hostile, and had prolonged their livelihood. (predominately he had used a truth spell to ascertain their opinions of Trent Ikithon, he would have no one loyal to Trent in this club)

As Bren entered the club, he wrapped an arm around that waist and leaned in, sending a very clear message that this man was his and under his protection. And then came the vampire that Essek had left in charge of the club, to lead them to their booth for the evening, a little alcove only reachable by a staircase and to which it was the prime spot to see and be seen, was tactically placed so that no one could sneak up on them and then allowed them to see everything going on amid the floor. ]

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[Bren did not notice the eyes on him, far too preoccupied with the ones lingering on his mate -- whether they were gazes of lust (understandable but not to be tolerated) or of distrust and danger (absolutely unacceptable and to be dealt with by bloodshed if it came to it) he had to fight not to bare his teeth. Hell it might come to bloodshed if anyone thought that they could possibly approach his mate with those lustful eyes.

So the arm around his waist was very welcome and he shifted in closer as they were led to their secluded alcove. He relaxed, slightly. But only slightly.]

There are... many wolves here.

[He murmured softly, leaning close so his lips brushed Essek's ear as he spoke.] And the moon is calling loudly to all of us.

[A pause and he nuzzled at his mate's cheek.] But you are more beautiful than the moon could ever be.

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[ A series of such intense sharpness went through him, but it had nothing to do with pain. It was mired in something deeper and more primal, especially when Bren uttered such things. Essek's keen senses could sense the very light rumble of a growl just before a cataclysmic earthquake, with the way that the testosterone spiked the air like drugs. And yet, Essek did not feel that it was such a bad idea to take Bren here to this club-- there were wards and protections in place underneath the surface.

Essek knew there were scrying cameras discreetly set up, likely so that Trent could monitor his little coterie of wolves to make sure they were furthering his cause even in places such as this. He'd caught it in the undertow of their walkthrough yesterday. But removing them was scheduled for tomorrow, with good reason. ]

If I asked you to dance with me--

[ There private alcove had a raised dais just for them to dance; but which many burning eyes could sink their gazes into the privilege of watching Bren grind up against his mate. Essek knew it would be folly of course to take Bren onto the floor where there were wolves swarming, many of who could not be trusted. ] Up there on the dais, you could show everyone that this Moon is yours--

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My moon...

[Bren murmured, quite pleased with that idea. Yes. Essek was the moon and stars in his sky, and for a werewolf that was a powerful statement to make. But for Bren Ermendrud, for the man who had been Caleb Widogast, it was unequivocally true.]

I would dance with you anywhere you asked.

[Up on the dais in front of everyone, to the primal, thrumming beat of the bass-driven song. A far cry from the sweet, gentle waltz that they'd indulged in back in Widogast Manor this time though. No this would be the sort of dance that was carnality set to music, and Bren was hungry for it, still strung so precariously on that edge of desire since the day before.]

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[ Let everyone understand that there was only one Alpha in this establishment, and it was Bren Ermendrud-- and he was mated perfectly to the Queen, set as his consort and as his mate. A union that should by all intents and purposes be forbidden-- except Essek was slowly teaching Bren that they made their own rules, and other people must adhere to it.

Those manicured fingernails reached for Bren's and then he drew him toward the raised platform, just below-- there was the entire floor. The writhing bodies and the bumping beat. Once up there, his fingers ran up and down the leather of those pants, the cock just underneath fabric where he knew it was tamed by the cock ring. ]

Show everyone down below who I belong to?

[ Even as with his free hand he gave the softest tug of that leash-- in what could be only a mutual claiming. An understanding that Essek would make sure everyone knew that they were both taken on all fronts. ]

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[By all rights, they were meant to be enemies -- vampire, werewolf, eternally opposed. But there was no way they could be anything but made for each other, their souls bound beyond things so simple as rivalries, bound beyond life and death.

Bren followed after Essek, towards that dais. He did not hesitate to mold himself up against the drowpire, a low, pleased growl starting in his throat at the tug of that leash. That was right. He was Essek's, completely, body and soul. His own hand moved to settle at Essek's hip, drawing the other man closer, so there was no space left between them. Fingers gripped, pressing into supple leather and suppler flesh beneath.]

My love, my mate...

[He ducked his head, leaning in to brush his nose along Essek's cheek before nuzzling under his jaw, deliberately and visibly scenting him as they fell into the primal beat of the music. The wolves in the crowd would know it for what it was, would see the timeless dance of mates, the claims being staked.]

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[ There was a soft gasp that exhaled from Essek's lips, a sound that was for Bren's ears only as he immediately felt himself being drawn into those arms, his arm rested over the back of that shoulder, the leather bit of that leash wrapped around his knuckles as he instantly fell into that beat, sliding his leg between Bren's thighs as he cheated his head toward the side so that the other man could brush against neck and jaw.

The scratch of beard unleashed something primal in him, and those marks made his skin lightly tingle with the pressure. Together as they danced, he felt Bren send the message to all the wolves down below that he was his; it was unavoidable and he understood the communications that happened just underneath the surface.

But Essek desired sending his own message and so after he had been suitable marked, his fingers lightly pressed underneath Bren's jaw and then upward before his own lips hunted and he scrapped against the sweet quivering pulse there, and then his tongue lapped-- feeling the throb, and he sucked and nibbled but did not bite. Such a message being sent as he tucked even closer into his werewolf, surrounded by the scent of his mate.

If he bit down on that neck, it would send a definite message to the wolves down below that their union was one of sex and power, and it was an equal and dark thing-- and that if they knew what was best, that they either backed their side or none at all. ]

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[Bren's fingers shifted from Essek's hip to grip at his ass, to pull their hips closer together as they dance, a bit shameless in the way he was grinding against his mate, his ringed cock making its interest quite obvious. He was lost in the music, in the intoxicating scent of his lover, the feeling of Essek's body against his. Instinct compelled him and he did not fight it, the urge to touch, to move with Essek in a clear pantomime of something much more intimate.

Those fingers beneath his chin were as good as a command, and Bren complied eagerly, tilting his head up and to the side, baring his neck to Essek's attention. And here he was, a predator willingly showing his throat to another fanged beast.]

Please, Liebling...

[Bren breathed the words in a roughened, groan. For Essek to continue witht hat attention, to bite if he wished, to take whatever it was he wanted that Bren would eagerly give to him, without reservation or hesitation.]

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[ Two predators.

Mates-- such a message would be sent loud and clear to anyone who watched; the spark of pheromones coming from their undulating bodies. Right against his own body, he could feel the hard press of cock of which was only separated by the fabric of their clothing and just barely enough. It was clear that if they suddenly became without clothes, they would possibly be on each other like two wild and feral animals.

When Bren begged, Essek obliged and so his teeth dug into flesh-- into that blood and then his arm swooped around that waist so that he could be the one to steady his mate; the tongue rolled sweetly onto his tongue and he lapped at is as if he was a cat whom had discovered the creampot. The other man was so pliant in his arms, the scent of sweat and musk spicing the air about him as he drank deeply.

If he did not have any plans for the booth, he would've certainly allowed Bren to take him right here, on his knees behind him as he drove into him with the beat of the music-- but there was something else on his mind and he wanted to send a very decisive message to Trent Ikithon; to let him know that Bren Wolf was not his any longer, crystal clear and unavoidable. ]

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[Even with clothes still on, Bren wasn't exactly keeping his hands to himself. He was on that aching edge, and he could not seem to stop touching his lover, could not keep the thought of just how much he wanted Essek out of his mind or his eyes or his touch. It was not entirely subtle, but to hell with subtle. Let anyone watching see that magnetism and desire between mates, to know it for what it was.

His breath caught and he exhaled it in a shuddering moan as those fangs sank into his neck, the ecstasy that Essek's taking of blood brought with it. His eyes had fallen mostly shut, but he looked out over the dancefloor. They were being watched, of course, the werewolf offering himself willingly to the lips and fangs of a vampire.

And clearly enjoying himself in the process.

More than that, he loved the knowledge that Essek took sustenance from him, that soon he would be the reason for the warmth and flush of color in that beautiful lavender skin.]

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[ There was the peaked murmuring of people talking about what they were seeing, of a werewolf willingly submitting to the Vampire; though they did not know the whole story-- they did not see how equally the Vampire had submitted to the Werewolf, had done it willingly and allowed him to imprint on him-- to mate with him.

Perhaps if they were lucky, they would get to see that-- eventually.

Right now though he was sending a valuable message to Trent Ikithon, that the wolf was his-- and that his hold on him was non-existant. He would not make the same mistakes that he had with Caleb, there would be no precaution he would not take-- but also, Trent made Bren into a deadly weapon, and thereby this was all his fault that his hand was bit. So he drank deeply of that warm vital blood, the spice of it on his tongue as his fingers gripped at the back of Bren's neck; the blood nearly pulsed in time with the beat of the music.

But Essek's body did not stop that grinding, the part of his leg finding Bren's thigh where he rubbed up against him wantonly. ]

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[And let them believe that they want. Bren was comfortable in what they had, would never hesitate to submit, to surrender fully to his lover -- and he did not doubt for a second that Essek's heart was his, that the vampire was his mate as he was meant to be.

For now, Bren groaned lowly as he lost himself in each pull of blood that the vampire took, arms tightening around the other man, to hold him close. He could feel the way Essek ground against him, could feel the evidence of the vampire's arousal. He was certain his own was no secret at all.

He was on the edge of absolute feral need after being kept from his release, and he wondered how long his sanity would last.]

Oh love... what you do to me...

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[ if indeed it was possible to be sick with lust, Essek would have reached that point-- it was on on cusp of being so full of desire that it was nearly impossible to stop himsel, but it was also those mating pheremones in the air that rose high on Bren's body and the air between them; and dimly between pumps of his hips as will the suctioning of his mouth, he wondered if this was special to them? Caleb and his sex had been unhibitated and wild but this was another layer on top of that and it was scented of Bren, so that the two lovers twined into one, twinned perfectly.

He was going to make quite a few decisions tonight and he did not care whatsoever.

Essek's mouth fell from neck, stained crimson which his tongue lapped at, starting at the lower lip and then making a circular swipe, his sex-fuzzed eyes golden and beautiful looked up to Bren. ]

I want to be very bad with you, tonight.

[ and then on the dais, he fell to his knees. Still eyes on Bren, his now warmed hands settled on the fastenings of those sinfully tight black leather pants and then he was undoing buttons. It was only a matter of time before that lovely and luscious treat lay throbbing before him-- pink and weeping with salty tears. And at the base, that ring to keep him obedient.

Open-mouthed, he closed lips over the head where he lightly dragged his tongue through the slit to scoop up precome, his good obedient boy deserved a threat though with the ring around base it would likely feel more like torture. ]

No one else can make you feel like this, Bren.

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[Bren was utterly lost already, and he was all right never being found so long as he was lost with his mate, lost in Essek's eyes and arms and the slick pressure of that mouth warmed now by his own blood. He was breathless by the time the vampire drew away from his neck, but his eyes were near burning with lust, pupils blown wide and the thin ring of blue remaining somehow alight with its own internal fire.]

Be as wicked as you wish...

[And Bren was quickly pondering the meaning of 'be careful what you wish for' as he watched Essek sink to his knees in front of him and nearly dropped himself from the sudden exodus of what was left of his blood from his brain due south. Fuck.

It was torture, utterly, given that Bren knew that without that ring he would have come the moment those flawless lips closed around his prick. He choked on a groan, a low downright lupine whine.]

No one else. Only you. Only ever you.

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[ The whine hit a self-indulgent nerve inside of Essek. He would never have done anything to truly cause Bren pain but this was something that he knew the other man thrived on; it touched delicately on the sort of torture that was pure sexuality as he allowed his mouth and tongue to slide against the warm throbbing skin, the subtle droplets of salt that struggled to cry against shivering head.

Only him, that also stroked the smug within him.

His mouth was dusky warm, a symbiotic evidence of the transaction they had shared; of Bren's warmth into him for warmth. And then he sucked hot and sweet, and where everyone could see them. Including whatever scrying had need to poke about. Thankfully there was grating up around part of that dais so that Bren would not collapse, but also he could lean upon the smaller drow-- due to time and vampiric gifts, he was a bit stronger than he looked. ]

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[Even if it was a physical impossibility, Bren was certain he could feel all the eyes upon him, upon them. And it only drew another moan from him. Good. Let them see. Let them understand exactly what this was, a union of desire and claiming and trust. The bitemarks were still visible against the pale, freckled skin of his neck, and then everyone was being treated to a hell of a show of Essek's mouth threatening to bring Bren to his knees then and there.

The werewolf tipped forward, bracing a hand against Essek's shoulder, indeed relying on Essek for balance, for support.

His eyes were fixed on that beautiful face, on those lips wrapped around him. His hips gave an involuntary rock as Bren panted.]

Please... [More? Release? Merc? Anything if Essek was willing to give it.]

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[ Those lips around his cock, they were parted and Bren could see those fangs and yet they were so delicate and gentle; careful not to hurt the other man with undo pressure-- they only managed to bracket and lightly press though his mouth was opened up enough from that thick threat that there was a bit of wet glide of his saliva as it buffered the arousal. Tongue hot and succulent as it lapped against flesh and bid those tender nerves to rise.

His hand moved upward and he could underneath the cupping his palm, feel the throbbing as if Bren's heartbeat was in those balls and squeezing them painfully. He drew off that arousal for a moment, his voice cool like balm as he stroked the leather blanketed sacs. ] My sweet lover, my dearest mate-- you deserve to finally be guided onto the path of release, you have been so good for me-- should we go back to the booth and have some private time?

[ Just them, unless you counted the Ikithon-touched scrying.. which was why what happened in that booth would be extra filthy. ]

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[Bren heard a breathless cry even through the thundering bass of the music, and it took him a moment to realize that it had been him when he felt Essek cupping his balls through his pants. It took another moment to find his voice in a coherent attempt at words.

The so good praise certainly didn't help, and Essek would undoubtedly feel Bren's cock give a jump at that.]

Oh gods, yes. Please... I need, need you, just you.

[And well, their unseen audience. But to hell with Ikithon, let him understand just how completely he'd lost his hold on Bren.]

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[ With all the grace of someone who owned the place, he rose to his feet though he did not bother to button his mate back up; no-- the man would jut proudly up from between folds of leather, and Essek's manicured fingers lightly grasped the criss-cross bands of leather that wrapped around torso, giving a very light and authoritative tug that was just as intimate as the leash had been. He leaned up to whisper against those lips. ]

Come...

[ Not a possibility at it's more literal sense at the moment, but soon. He stepped backward, never missing a beat as his heeled boot gracefully gained purchase in a manner that denoted that he was using to do much in heels. He was leading the other man toward the table that was hidden within the shadows. They would be private as all that they needed, food and drinks were laid out on a little side bar. ] This will be our particular booth and no one is allowed to use this except for us, I think that it merits a little christening, hmmmm?

[ By the time this night was over, it would bear both blood marks as well as the sweet silky baptismal of come. ]

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[And Bren would obey like the well heeled wolf that he was, equal part lapdog and guard dog where Essek Thelyss was concerned. That tug at the straps that wrapped around his otherwise bare chest was as good as gravity, and he followed it, followed Essek. The chill air of the club kissed its way along the saliva dampened skin that still remembered the blessing that Essek's lips had bestowed upon them.]

Ja, it would be a waste not to. If it is ours, then we should make it ours.

[He stepped in closer as they moved back into the booth, his words for Essek alone.]

And I am yours, so you should make me yours.

[As he was and always had been, even before he'd known Essek in this lifetime. It was clear to him now that his soul had already belonged to this beautiful, impossible creature.]

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[ And there was nothing that Essek wanted then to own Bren, just as much as he had owned Caleb. Just as much as Caleb owned him and now Bren as well. It went both ways, this ownership and the man's soul was etched indelibly upon his heart in that scrawl that was the man's penmanship, as if he had put it there himself. Once at the table, he walked around so that he could very effortlessly press Bren up against it; until the back of thighs came in contact with it-- biting in dark cherrywood. ]

I have heard it said that because of the clientele, these tables are very sturdy, and can take quite a bit of stress pressed upon them.

[ Essek's voice was a suggestion as well as a hint of what he'd like and that was to have his lover sprawled back on the smoothness, spread out like a gift. ] My filthy whining puppy, does he want to be spread out ont he table for me, on his hands and knees and baring his ass to me?