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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I love you too...

[ And it was echoed between both of the Essek's, both prime and sub. Their voices harmonizing in the most distracting way; the two of them worked seamlessly and in tandem to impale Bren, to work into him-- two cocks slipping in at the exact same speed even as soft kisses were placed against a shoulder, biting and indulgent. Likewise was Prime Essek's hips jerked ever upward and deeper, sliding hot and throbbing while he claimed that mouth.

And then the dance could begin, a thrumming beat in time with the music that reverberated through the club. Heat and the way that the sweat gave off steam against skin, causing dew drops of perspiration that scented of countless pheremones. There was on the floor below several werewolves who caught wiff of the pheremones, there were a few growls here and there, as well as hisses from other vampires who had come to the club upon invitation.

Unfortunately, pheremones were contangious and so close to the full moon, it was a bit of a danger zone regardless. ]

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[Bren could barely remember how to breathe as he was slowly but surely impaled, leaning heavily back into Essek's simulacrum's arms, and it didn't matter anyway. Kissing Essek was far more important than air, and Bren gave himself over to it fully, to the hot, hungered slide of that tongue, as his mouth was claimed as surely and certainly as his hole, as all of him.

It was a heady mix of arousal and pheromones that stripped away the capacity for higher thought from Bren, left him a creature made entirely of instinct and need. He could distantly hear the sounds of growls, and a low rumble of his own started. Let them growl though. Essek was his and no one else's.

He broke from his mate's lips to gasp for breath, to release that breath in a primal, feral scream. He had never been so stretched, so full, so entirely and utterly claimed. Pain and pleasure blurred, and his hard, aching cock still begged for release, still ringed and held on that edge. But he wanted that too. He didn't want to come until he felt his mate spill inside him, to breed him properly.]

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[ The drowpire had not pondered using this spell until last night when he had thought of a way to make sure that Bren had a release that would shatter through him, and then suddenly tonight Bren had not one but two cocks deep within, and Essek was panting sharply against skin, leveling nibbles and bites against neck though not enough to give sustenance but enough that his lover would be marked up.

The undulations of hips, deeper and deeper-- both them acting as two merged beings as they spread Bren so perfectly, enough that precome generally leaked against the inside of those quivering walls. even now Essek could smell the heat in the blood and the way that the cock strangled out little droplets of salted tears against his abdomen, causing skin to glisten with a clear glaze. ]

You are so tight that I will not last, you are so perfect and welcoming. I am so close to being milked by your hungry walls. [ Already Essek's balls felt tightened with pleasure, ready to spill their contents deep inside, and he would be ready to loosen the ring so that as he did so, Bren would destroy himself with the force of his orgasm. ]

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[Bren had not known that this spell was even a possibility, but ah, he was appreciating Essek's magical and sexual prowess right now. More than appreciating it given that he barely seemed coherent through the desperate lust and pleasure that was ruining him. He moved with both his lovers as much as he good, all instinct and need.

He held on for dear life, gasping for each breath now. Sweat beaded on his skin as he felt each movement inside him. His pupils were blown wide, as if he was seeing something beyond his physical surroundings, but still they were fixed on Essek's face, hanging on each word as he spoke.

Those words, that praise, had him whining, his cock throbbing.]

Please... gods please. Come inside me, fill me with your seed. I need it... I need to come. Please.

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[ Bren looked so incredibly debauched, with those spit-slicked lips and the dazed blue eyes that held fathomless depths, they looked as if he was experiencing his own sort of delirium and it made Essek feel powerful that he was the one who was engendering these feelings within his beautiful Mate. He bit at that neck and it was a delicate and yet sharp thing between them. And thus he pressed kisses to those lips, to prove that he was was going to cherish him even as he was going to utterly ruin him, ruin him as much as he was able to.

a choked gasp against those lips and then he was pushing himself deep inside until he hit that prostate, the walls that clenched around him in such a dizzying symphony.

It positively made the blood in his veins sing, or perhaps it was just the bond within that tied him to Bren, so that he could feel the way that the other man's blood thrummed in a dance to the music that he was conducting. Perhaps it was the blood, but no matter what-- his fingers were searching for the ring with trembling breath, cool fingers against rigid shaft and teeth from behind bit right into the back of Bren's neck in a manner that was decadently primal.

The moment that Essek came, it was a combination of his own seed and then also the aether resonation of the simulacrum's, mingling into something that was filling as it was nearly imploding, and then off came the ring and it was cast aside; their own bodies slick with the sweat and spend. ]

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[Bren cried out again as Essek's cock found his prostate, at the stimulation and pressure against that sensitive spot. It felt like there was not a single centimeter of him that Essek or his double were not filling ., and he could feel his body react, as if wanting to come despite the ring, hole clenching, squeezing tightly as if he could draw both those pricks deeper inside himself.

He whimpered a softer sound to Essek's lips, all plea, begging for release even if he couldn't find the words anymore. No, words were well beyond him. All he knew was the primal, desperate rhythm of moving between the two drow, the perfectly synched dance of being taken, being wrecked by two versions of his mate at once.

A startled gasp at the sharp feeling of teeth. Primal indeed, pure instinct in what was clearly a claiming bite. He was distracted enough that he almost missed Essek freeing his poor neglected arousal from the ring that had kept him on that edge for so long now. His lips parted, but no sound managed to escape this time as he came.

His orgasm crashed over him like an earthquake that shook out from his very center. His vision whited out and for a moment Bren lost all connection with the world save for the two men holding him to earth. He came hard, spilling himself in rope after rope across his own stomach, the leather bands strapping his chest, against Essek's in turn, making a damned mess of the both of them.]

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[ It was a hot, dirty and utterly debauched mess. Stickiness covered his own tunic, he had not bothered to push his own clothing up so it was pearling all over leather and velvet which would be sexy for all of the moment that it was supposed to be sexy; his own body quivering in response as he unloaded his own very real spillage within the other man.

It would join nicely with the aetheric gravity that would cause that hole to tingle and perhaps coax another vibration from him. Not just a vibration though; he was pent up so long that Essek was hoping that he could rip another fission of pleasure through him. If there was nothing else that Essek was, it was precise and focused.

Lips slid against a neck that was glistening with sweat ] There is my good boy.

[ another cool set of lips to press against the pulse at the side in an equivalent to cooling a horse down after a race. ]

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[Dazed eyes tried to focus, but it was a struggle, as if all his senses had overloaded in the rush of pleasure that had strangled his climax from him and he was still settling back into the use of them. Bren panted, soft gasps, almost starting to come down from that high when his body betrayed him again.

Another jolt, an aftershock of the first initial earthquake that had shook him. He arched between Essek and the simulacrum, his cock giving another throb, a slower seeping trickle of release this time as he whimpered.

A tremble at that praise and he let his head fall tot he side to welcome those cool lips against his skin.]

Mm... yours... love you... I...

[What were words anyway? Bren didn't know.]

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[ Bren did not need to think in this moment, he could sink into the safety net of no thoughts and Essek would be there to wrap his arms around this man, his mate and he would kiss him back into coherency again. There was a shimmer off to the side before it disappeared, in which case Essek recognized that they were no longer being scryed upon-- which meant that Trent had caught all of it.

Good.

For the subtle bit of dirty that made him feel, he also realized that Trent had likely been fuming the entire time, choked up in his own rage; there'd been no getting off on it for the man. If Essek knew anything of him, it was that he was fuming and cursing what had happened, which would lead up to his downfall.

He pressed a soft kiss to that forehead as he endeavored to ease him with a bit of self care. The simulacrum moved away but only so that he could get a pitcher of water from the side board, as well as a washcloth. ] Do you need anything? I am getting you water, but do you need food or well.. whatever you want, I will provide.

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[Lost in subspace and the aftermath of his climax, of handing over control so utterly and with nothing but trust to his mate, Bren drifted. He did not notice that scry evaporate, did not notice anything except Essek's presence, the cool lips pressed to his heated skin like a rush of cool water for the fever still burning through him.

His eyes fluttered and he leaned into Essek, still panting as he remembered how to breathe, how to fully exist in the material plane once more. A soft whimper of sound as the second version of his mate moved away. Bren was a mess; he'd pleaded with Essek to ruin him, and his lover had done exactly that. He was still trembling, his stomach and chest streaked with his own release. He could feel the dampness against his thigh as Essek's come leaked from him.

It took a moment for him to realize he should answer the question posed to him.] Mm... just you. Hold me?

[Otherwise he might shake apart entirely with the way the aftershocks of his climax still trembled through him.]

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My love..

[ Essek murmured as he slowly shifted, though not without his arm being around Bren and then he was moving the two of them to the plush seat of the booth, all but adjusting gravity so that he could carry Bren with him easily and effortlessly. Once there, he slid in first and then pulled in his mate with him; his back hit the seat and then he parted his legs so that Bren could curl up against him. ]

As if I could ever let you go.

[ The simulacrum of Essek returned with a herbal tea, cool and refreshing-- in addition a wet wash cloth which was handed to the real Essek; the cloth was then lightly slid against stomach in a manner meant to groom and take care of his mate. ] Everyone knows you are mine, everyone knows that if a single hair is touched on your head then I will see to it that the world ceases to be.

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[Bren had fully surrendered still, leaving trust entirely in Essek's hands that the other man would take care of them, take care of him. He barely even noticed where they were moving, until he found himself tucked up against Essek, eyes fluttering before settling shut for a moment as he remembered how breathing went.

He found his way to tuck his face up against his mate's neck, breathing in the scent of him, the lingering scent of sex and sweat, of pheromones that still made his blood sing. His eyes opened slowly at the touch of that cool cloth as he was taken care of.]

I am yours... [He agreed, voice low and husky, roughened from half screaming in pleasure over and over again as his lover had ruined him so expertly.] And everyone should know... [He brushed his lips along Essek's neck.] And you are mine too. My everything.

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You belong to me, you have claimed me.

[ Harkening back to the moment in the hired car, the way that leather had broken underneath nails and the soft huff of breath against the back of his neck followed by teeth; how he had become Bren's beyond all else, just as he had been Caleb's-- he was still both theirs in this moment. But for right now, he would take care of Bren, would cherish him and protect him even as he pressed a soft kiss to the forehead, a soft little shadow of one that was cooling to volcano skin, like raindrops. ]

Tomorrow night we will spend the full moon in my room, as an experiment-- and once we gauge how that works out then next full moon we will make potential amendments.

[ It was better to keep Bren to himself in that room, so that he could guage the control. It was protectionary toward his own staff; but Essek knew that if he could keep himself under control then it may be possible to let him have reign over the grounds. Plans were formulating within his mind, calculations. ] Nothing will happen to you, or anyone else.

[ Even more quietly as his fingers stroked through sweat-dampened locks of ginger hair ] You have a mate who loves you very much, who will protect you-- I will not leave you through your transformation sequences, both intial and secondary; I will hold you the entire time.

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[Bren smiled at the memory, one that was still sharp and clear and poignant in his mind, of the way Essek and he had moved together in the back of the car, when his heart had beat for both of them. He sighed a soft, relieved sound at the touch of those lips to his forehead, cool and sweet and grounding.

But his eyes snapped wide open at the next bit, a sudden anxiety.]

...I have learned to keep my mind during the change, but I still... I am dangerous, Essek. If I were to hurt you...

[He didn't worry to himself, but he worried for his lover. He worried for anyone else around him. He would never forget the full moon when he'd come back to himself, back to his human shape, and found his parents dead, their blood soaking him through.

But gods did it sound like some perfect dream to have Essek there, to be able to take refuge in his arms when he was at his most vulnerable, especially after the full moon had passed.]

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[ Essek knew there would be protestations, no matter how weak they were. But he also know that he had survived; that he would continue to survive, he stroked his fingers through locks of hair soothingly as he waited for Caleb to finish speaking his own thoughts; it was important that the werewolf have his own autonomy, it was likely more than Trent Ikithon would ever have granted him. ]

If you do not want me there, if it makes you uncomfortable then I do not have to be there, but I will offer one thing in that I have survived, Bren-- I will survive, and I can ward against you; if I feel threatened, I am equipped to restrain you as needed.

[ A gentle reminder that he was a vampire and that if he could walk into a room of a dozen or so more werewolves.. without fear-- then he could protect himself in a room with merely his mate. ] And if you attach me, it will not make me love you less. It will only make me hate Trent Ikithon more, for making you this way.

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I want you there.

[Bren admitted. And Essek was right. He had never been given a choice, never been offered an option. He'd been powerless in Trent Ikithon's possession, caged and controlled and left at the mercy of the monster he'd been turned into. He'd clawed his way back to some semblance of humanity despite it all.]

I want it so badly, to not be alone with the moon. But I am afraid of what I could do.

[Yet Essek was right too. He was a powerful creature in his own right, longer-lived than Bren and brilliant. If anyone could handle himself even in the face of a monster, it was Essek.

And maybe it was those last words that truly did it, that soothed the worries that Bren had not even admitted to himself, that Essek seeing him as that monster, would it change how his mate saw him? He turned into him then, arms winding around him.]

Promise me you will not allow me to hurt you, to put even a scratch on you.

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I would like to see you try to put a scratch on me, but if it makes you feel better perhaps we can arrange it so that you are bound for the first hour of the night until we can ascertain your behaviors, and then from there we can ease you off the cuffs?

[ It would allow Essek to be there while also preserving a safety net. It was important for the other man to be comfortable and Essek wanted to ease his mind in whatever way he was able to. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of that head, lightly salt and sweated-- against a splash of freckles against skin; and he hummed soothingly. ]

I understand that you are frightened of what you could do, and I respect that fear because it comes from a place deep inside of you that is filled with love, but also I know that you recognize me as your mate.

[ And then he softly teased as he pressed a soft kiss to the tip of that nose. ] Perhaps within a few cycles of the moon, we can mate when you are in your werewolf form, I would not be adverse to being close with my mate in such a way, for I love you no matter what-- the world has defined the both of us as monsters, and the monster within me loves the monster in you.. and together we are better for it.

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[Oh, that idea is one that clearly catches Bren's attention.]

Ja. That would be a good idea, to be certain.

[It was an excellent compromise really, one that gave him some assurance that Essek would be protected from the worst of him until they knew just how bad that worst would be. His eyes shut once more at that kiss to his head, and he sighed softly, some of the tension bleeding out of him at this solution.]

You are my mate... the wolf should know that.

[He admits. And the wolf would never dream of hurting its mate, would instead tear the world apart to see him safe.

Then Essek kept speaking and Bren lifted his head to look at him, wide-eyed once more, unable to keep the way that certainly spoke to something inside him out of his expression. Oh.

Oh.]

I... ja. I would like that, if it is safe.

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[ It was a wonder how perfect Bren fit within the circle of his arms like this, sweetly vulnerable and soft-- Essek knew that this was not always the case especially with a wolf who was growing closer to that time of the month where the moon rose high in the sky. This was a treasure and a gift, he'd seen how there had been posturing on the dance floor, had seen those looks darted by Bren at other wolves who had been circling.

In that Bren, there was nothing of the submissive; it was all alpha and inexplicably male.

It was attractive, if Essek was being honest with himself.

Now though, he stroked through hair and allowed his lips to find forehead, hair.. anything that he could get a hold of; all the while the shadow clone made work of the clean up and treating Bren just as gently and tenderly. Though very soon that too was gone, leaving the two of them together with the sound of the crowd below the mezzanine a drifting sweet backdrop to the closeness and intimacy that oftimes came from such situations as these. ] You have proven I am your mate to everyone here within this club, I like being your mate, it suits me to belong to you.

[ Those slightly widening eyes and then the back of his fingertips lightly grazed against a cheek and he was filled with how much he loved this man, how much each gesture was like a feast for him. Deep inside, he knew the stars would die before he let this man go again. ] We may cuddle first, and work up to that.. if you are a good boy for me.

[ Ah, he knew that would hit like an arrow to several parts of Bren. ]

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[Bren was only this vulnerable and submissive for his mate, for Essek and no one else. He had indeed growled and bared his teeth at the other wolves who had the audacity to look at his mate. And he would do so again undoubtedly. That feral edge to the werewolf would be brought to bear to protect the vampire who held his heart. And the wolf inside him, oh yes, that wolf wanted to claim his mate again and again.

The thought of having Essek beneath him, of claiming him in his other form was now in his mind, and that would not be leaving any time soon.]

My mate... [If he were a cat he'd purr, because those words are some of the most delicious he will ever hear. He turned into that touch, gaze full of adoration and interest and then his eyes were almost entirely pupil as Essek said those words.

He may not have had a tail at the moment physically, but somehow it was wagging anyway. Bren half choked on a whimper.]

I will be very good.

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[ Such did not escape Essek's notice when it came to Bren. He noticed the feral growl that curled at the very edge of acceptable in public, the harsh way that he stared at those who approached, mainly of wolf lineage. And Essek knew that much of it was not on a level that was licentious; there was hatred as wolves and vampires were supposed to be natural enemies. For a were to take a vampire as a mate therefore was simply not done; so he felt protected in those arms.

But just as much, Essek was protective of Bren.

The other man thought that he could keep all the wolves at bay, but Essek was practical to know that perhaps Bren alone against them may not ensure survival. Survival that was very important to him because he wanted the two of them to survive together. In which way he would help the other man and thus he pressed a soft kiss to that brow, tasting the purr in the air. ]

I know you will be good for me. [ He glanced up and around, the darkened room and the lights that strobed, and noises that filtered throughout this club. His fingers found the soft strands of hair. ] Now, I am never a fan of too many crowds so if you wish, we may return to the house? I believe our message has been sent to the recipient we wished for it to be sent; Trent Ikithon knows that we both know what he did and that he will pay for it.

[ And to clarify his previous words. ] Shall we return home?

[ To Widogast Manor, to their world. ]

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[Bren had forgotten where they were, but at the reminder, all the sounds and scents of other people, other wolves, came rushing back all at once. It started the soft sound of a growl in his chest before he realized he was doing it. He may have submitted to his mate -- eagerly -- but the rest of the crowd would be treated only to the territorial wolf who would bare his teeth at anyone who even considered threatening his mate.

They were indeed protective of each other, and with Essek at his side, so much of Bren's terror at the world had disappeared. He was healing piece by piece in the drow's arms. Essek was good for him, and someday those barriers of magic that Trent had placed around the essence inside him that was Caleb would be torn aside, and he'd be whole.

Bren leaned into that touch through his hair, a softening sound that soothed the growl in his voice into a soft, thoughtful hum at the thought of home.]

Ja. Let's go home. I am ready to have you all to myself for the night.

[Essek would still find himself with a very clingy werewolf for the evening, after the rush of their little scene and the lingering afterglow of his submission, and the pull of the moon to stay near and protect what was his.]

...I should find my clothes.

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[ already the Unseen Servants were picking up garments and carrying them back to Bren; as if the garments were made of gold; though they were finely crafted by Essek's own hand. Essek brushed a soft kiss against the collarbone, tasting salt there-- and then he pulled himself away so that he could straighten his own clothing. Bren's vantage point, he'd get to see exactly how he had ruined the drowpire.

The tussled hair that was normally so effortlessly styled, the barely there wrinkles in clothing, the rip in the stockings from their union; perhaps there was still a bit of a bruise against his neck from where they had fucked in the backseat of the car a few days ago-- a bright purple spot that should've been an impossibility due to his vampirism but rather seemed to catch and hold like a dark star of passion.

And yet he still attempted to make sense of it even if it was perhaps a lost cause, and that he would become rumpled once again, and likely by the hands of his mate. ] Do you need help standing? I may have been a contributing cause to that. [ And that smile was all beatific mischief with eyes that sparkled in equal parts gold and amethyst. ]

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[Through an impressive display of self control he did not protest as Essekpulled away. Immediately he missed his mate's arms, but they would be back in one another's embrace soon, surely. So Bren could be a little patient, even with the full moon waiting for him the next coming night.

Bren took back his clothes, righting them before he considered the best way to rather gingerly go about reclothing himself. When the drowpire made that comment, he could feel his cheeks heat, a fresh and florid flush rising beneath sunkissed freckles.]

You are the entirety of the cause of it... and you should be congratulated for the entire event. [He narrowed his eyes playfully, but reached a hand out towards him.] I may need to be steadied. I do not trust my legs not to shake.

[Or the rest of him, for that matter. But he was not complaining about any of it.]

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[ No amount of chagrin could take away the inner smugness that his wolf mate would be dripping from the inside out-- perhaps a simple prestidigitation spell could've sufficed but Essek found that he much rather that the were-man be allowed to percomelate for a little bit; there was something quite self-indulgent about knowing that particular bit of information.

A smile crossed over his lips before he wandered over to offer his hand. ] You will find that I am fairly sturdy despite my smaller stature, I am more than capable of supporting your weight.

[ Go on, put those pants on-- Essek would make sure that gravity at least for the time being stoppered up the other man, at least until he was able to drip properly; within a space space and where Essek could fully appreciate it. The scent though also would have the added benefit in riling up the wolves as they walked out, with the vampire having thoroughly not just scent-marked but rather scent-soaked the other man. ]