When reminded, Essek gets the oil, feeling a little silly that it had slipped his mind in the first place. A flick of his fingers and a tug at gravity opens the correct drawer in the nearby night table, and the bottle floats through the air with his direction, the amount inside tellingly half used.
It is good that such a simple task requires little concentration, because Verin lavishes him with attention that makes Essek gasp and sigh, nuzzling close and slipping his robe from his shoulder to kiss sensually along the revealed skin. Both are in direct contrast to the rough, crude way he's handling him, pinning him in place and rutting against his thighs. But Light, Essek is enjoying every bit of this--even including the immediate flare of jealousy, which serves to enhance everything else he's feeling.
Essek prefers not to hear about his brother's other lovers. He knows that they exist, and that is all he cares to know. He is a selfish creature by nature, and he would keep his brother to himself if he could. But he would hate to forbid Verin from anything that makes him happy, especially in Bazzoxan. And he is vindicated in knowing at least that what Verin says now is true--he's never loved any of them as he loves Essek.
Still, he snarls, "Do not talk about them in my bed." Verin likes it when he bares his teeth, when he gets jealous and possessive and bossy. He must. Why else would he bring it up as frequently as he does?
The crystal bottle nudges Verin's arm somewhat impatiently where it hovers in the air. He can get to using it now, however he intends to. Essek is into this assertiveness--this play at dominance, even. In the strict context of Verin's desire, he likes that he's been overpowered.
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It is good that such a simple task requires little concentration, because Verin lavishes him with attention that makes Essek gasp and sigh, nuzzling close and slipping his robe from his shoulder to kiss sensually along the revealed skin. Both are in direct contrast to the rough, crude way he's handling him, pinning him in place and rutting against his thighs. But Light, Essek is enjoying every bit of this--even including the immediate flare of jealousy, which serves to enhance everything else he's feeling.
Essek prefers not to hear about his brother's other lovers. He knows that they exist, and that is all he cares to know. He is a selfish creature by nature, and he would keep his brother to himself if he could. But he would hate to forbid Verin from anything that makes him happy, especially in Bazzoxan. And he is vindicated in knowing at least that what Verin says now is true--he's never loved any of them as he loves Essek.
Still, he snarls, "Do not talk about them in my bed." Verin likes it when he bares his teeth, when he gets jealous and possessive and bossy. He must. Why else would he bring it up as frequently as he does?
The crystal bottle nudges Verin's arm somewhat impatiently where it hovers in the air. He can get to using it now, however he intends to. Essek is into this assertiveness--this play at dominance, even. In the strict context of Verin's desire, he likes that he's been overpowered.