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'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?

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[Bren found himself trapped between the table behind him and Essek in front of him, and the wild creature inside him would have rebelled against this if it were not his lover. But it was Essek, and all the parts of him that would have otherwise fought or growled or bared his teeth instead surrendered entirely. Puppy was right. He was a monster of claw and teeth, but for his mate he was an eager to please pet, wanting nothing more than to earn his master's praise]

Can they?

[A breathless echo as Bren put together what Essek was getting at even before the vampire spoke those utterly obscene, filthy words that had his ringed cock, still jutting proudly from opened leather pants, throbbing at the image. He whimpered, lips parted around a gasp of breath. His knees gave way and he wound up sitting back on the table, bracing his hands and then his elbows behind him, legs spreading to make way for Essek to step closer.

He gave a fitful nod.]

I want it... I want your hands and eyes on me, seeing how badly I need you, how desperate I am for it. I'll be such a good pup for you.

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[ It was lucky for Bren then that Essek was starting to grow impatient, however he did have a few tricks up his sleeve; after all one did not live as long as Essek did without gaining knowledge; Caleb would likely be rather proud for all of it. His eyes slid over Bren's shoulders as if he was making eye contact with someone.

And mid-dance as they were dancing close, Essek had made some somatics in the air with fingertips idly, as if summoning a spell; and the Vampire had not expected Bren to understand completely what he had done, though perhaps Caleb would've.

As Essek leaned forward, stepping between those thighs and with his lips leaning in to graze against a shoulder while he murmured. ] You are such a good boy, so good that I think that you deserve more than two hands on you... [ And then from behind, there was the scratch of fingertips against abdomen, the scent of lavender, the brush of a curl against the sensitive skin underneath an earlobe and then a voice, Essek's voice which continued but from a different angle. ]

Would you like being ruined by two of me, Chathtiu?

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[Caleb would have, but the meaning of the spell, the impact of it, what had been done, that was lost entirely on Bren. He'd been caught up in Essek, in the heat of their bodies moving against one another, the pounding of the bass as the music swelled around them.

So he was not prepared, was not expecting what was to come. He turned towards Essek as those lips fell at his shoulder, eyes half shut as he breathed in the scent of him. Another low whine in his throat, and if he'd had a tail in this form it would've been wagging at being called a good boy.

There was a delay before he registered those words. More than two hands? He half started to question what Essek meant, but his question died before it left his lips when those hands moved over his stomach, that voice spoke from behind him.]

Oh.

[Fuck. Thank god for the ring around his prick because he could've come right then from the idea alone.]

Please... oh gods please. Ruin me.

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[ And here was Essek Thelyss with a perfect simulacrum of himself, and that self was currently behind Bren where he could feel the press of the man behind him, kneeling in such a way on the table-- testing that sturdiness while fingers glimmered like stardust to trace freckles, to clench into the ties that criss-crossed over chest.

These two versions of Essek were absolutely going to coax every secret dirty whore inclination right out of Bren.

The Essek in front of him, Prime Essek was slowly taking those pants down from legs, that tight leather that Bren almost nearly had to be cut out of, rolled down slowly to reveal those slender pale legs, the knees that demanded kisses. Every part of this man demanded them in fact, with that eager to please moan and the panting as if he guessed what was coming next. ]

The other night I was in heat for you.. but tonight? I want you to ache for me.. can you do that? Be my tight hole? For both of us? [ One hand moved to encirle that cock and stroke it gently and patiently-- a hand that with nails that was uncharacteristically cut down, for reasons as of right now not known by Caleb, but would soon be understood. ]

This vampire, wants to breed a werewolf-- but I have a feeling it will take two because you are such a hungry slut.

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[Caught between his mate and his mate was not something that Bren had previously considered a possibility, but it was a delicious and mind-shattering experience. He'd forgotten entirely where they were, forgotten everything but the hands on him, the words that Essek was purring to him in that satin smooth voice.

He shifted enough to lift his hips to help Essek peel the leather down from his hips and legs.]

Yes, I want it. I want to feel both of you inside me, filling me until I can't take anymore. I need-ah!

[Words took a brief hiatus at the hand that found his prick, hips rocking towards that touch, wanton and near obscene with how desperate he was for touch, for anything Essek -- either Essek -- would give to him.]

Breed me, ruin my greedy hole, please.

[He leaned back into Essek behind him, reaching a hand towards the prime version of his mate in front of him.]

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[ Desire flushed through him, those eyes darkening in the low light of the club; deep and golden like amber while he discarded the leather pants; leaving Bren with those straps and nothing else, convenient to be held onto. He ran his tongue over his lips as he parted that thigh, spreading it until it was baring that greedy hole to his view; so tight as it winked with arousal. A small tsk as he offered up the palm of his hand, only so that a vial of starry warming liquid to be placed their by the other Essek. ]

I will have to prepare you quite a bit to take the both of us, Bren.. M'hrandii--

[ The bottle uncapped and then he lazily dribbled it onto the palm of his other hand. ] I do not think just three fingers will do it.. do you trust me to use more fingers, Bren?

[ Always there would be consent involved, Bren would be asked. Rules were present especially when there was possibly discomfort that was brought up, because he cared about Bren and he would never countenance Bren being overly hurt or coerced.. especially not by him. ] I think I have a small enough hand that I could fit my fist perfectly inside you?

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[Bren was utterly pliant beneath that touch, no resistance in him as if Essek could have reshaped his entire physical form with little more than a glance if it were possible, and Bren would have melted for him with nothing but eagerness. He spread his legs wide at the urging, heels catching on the edge of the table, bared wantonly, obscene really, but Bren didn't care.

His gaze tracked as one elegant hand placed that vial into another, but his gaze tracked back as Essek spoke. For a moment his eyes widened, and several small details made sense -- those carefully trimmed nails, the way that the drowpire had him spread so wide open for him.

A flush raced over his cheeks, bright red across pale freckled skin, but he couldn't hold back a groan. It took him a moment to even consider words, so he nodded. Gods he trusted Essek without a single ounce of hesitation, would allow him anything, and fuck but he wanted it, wanted to give himself to his mate, to feel those fingers work him open until that fist was buried inside him, a prelude to being fucked by Essek and his double.]

I trust you... I want it... want you. Please.

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[ The thing that had been about Caleb Widogast is that he had the most expressive emotions that crossed over those features; Essek had always loved the way that he could never hide his feelings. He remembered that first kiss, the wonder in those eyes and the rising of the sun backdropped by blue, and he never wanted Caleb to hide that. Now, he saw something similar with Bren-- that quivering excitement and the heart on the sleeve.

Slowly and methodically he worked the oils into his delicate hand, the scent was jasmine and snow-- fingers free and clear of any sort of jewelry as he allowed Bren to watch the preparations.

Behind the werewolf, Essek's hand drew Bren's arm back so that he was effectively being stopped from touching himself. One arm up and over to keep him pinned while the other hand of the simulacrum was making slow sensual circles against hair covered chest, a figure eight while he did not quite approach nipples yet. ]

I would let you do anything to me as well, Bren Ermendrud-- I trust you that much. [ Like a falling petal, his fingertips teased that inner thigh and then sliding inward until he was leaving a oil slick trail against those balls so full and aching-- filled with unrealized spend. Forefinger than danced a minute against that tight entrance and he was slowly working it in slowly ] I do not want you quiet, I want you howling for me...

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[Essek was certainly right about that piece that both Bren and Caleb shared, that they wore their battered little hearts on their sleeves, even if neither of them realized the extent of just how obvious it was to anyone who knew either one of them. And right now every emotion, every reaction on his face was thoroughly dripping with lust, shone through with that complete and unconditional trust.

He would let Essek touch him, have him in a way that no one ever had, no one else ever would. More than let, he yearned for it, needed it as much as each shaky breath that he took. His voice caught on another whine as his arm was drawn back, as he was reminded how deliciously trapped he was between versions of his mate.

A flicker of a smile over his lips at those words from Essek, that returned trust. The they understood one another completely. Another catch of breath as that finger teased before slowly beginning to press inside his eager hole.]

Yes... then... make me scream...

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[ that was self indulgence too, was it not? Ensuring that whatever it was that happened tonight was unique between the both of them and that Bren was taken care of by him and by his other. Essek perceived the way that his lover was leaking precum in struggle-filled tears that mirrored within slip, not only that but the minor twitching. The cock ring was but a vibrational thing made to adapt according to his lover, the closer that Bren felt to coming-- tighter it squeezed around base.

But Essek did not doubt that Bren likely had found that with the assistance, the waves of edging became almost pleasurable.

His finger tip inside, surrounded by heat while he groaned softly, a thing of parted lips as the pad started go work those walls open and loose-- one set of lips worried against Bren's neck to nibble while Prime Essek leaned forward to dance his lips against Bren's and tasting salted arousal there.

Sim-Essek still was playing with that chest, brushing through the fine ginger layer of hair before taking a detour to slip his fingertip around a peaked nipple, circles that got closer until he committed to the touch enough to tweak it lightly-- this version of Essek did have longer nails and he used it to lightly scratch the skin around the peak while rubbing the hungered skin against two pads. ]

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[Almost pleasurable, and then straight beyond, the ache and the pain of being kept on that edge, denied his release, that was creating a feedback loop that only exacerbated the situation. Not that Bren realized that so much as he was certain that Essek Thelyss had been tailor made to undo him completely. A single glance, a crook of his finger, and Bren was a wreck, never mind after more than a day of being drawn to the edge of madness again and again.

There were hands everywhere it felt, and lips, and Bren melted into each one. He cried out, startled and not at all complaining when those fingers found a nipple, back arching towards the touch, as much as he could anyway, the sensitive nub pebbling under the attention, his cock giving another desperate little twitch, all the more so as that finger worked inside him.

His legs shifted wider apart as if he could coax Essek to relent, to give him...] More... please...