[It's a coaxing thing, that slow rock of Astarion's hips. A gradual but insistent push that bids Leto's tongue to flatten and his lips to part in a vulgar kiss, the soft heat of his mouth meeting searing velvet for a precious few seconds before the blunt head of his cock pushes in further. Open for me, and Leto does and doesn't obey that implicit command: instead opting to let his tongue loll out and offer a few more inches for that heavy weight to glide along.
Slow. Steady. Vulgar, the way they draw this out: slick sounds drifting from Leto's mouth to Astarion's ears as his vampire offers him a preview of what's to come. Don't you remember how much you like this, don't you want it, and he does, he does: his cock already straining at his trousers and his cheeks flushed with desire, all of him so content to be slowly used.
And he'd look the picture of an obedient consort, young and kittenish and submissive, if not for the playfulness glittering in his eyes. He'll be quiet, oh yes. He'll be good. He'll do exactly as he's told, but Astarion cannot expect him not to tease when they're indulging like this.]
Hm? What was that?
[Leashing strands of spit and precome connect his lips to Astarion's crown as Leto draws back just far enough to speak. But before his mate can protest, he leans forward again: wrapping his lips tight around the crown of his cock, his tongue flicking forward as his cheeks go hollow. Again and again the tip of his tongue teases at his slit, every slow flick and experimental lap offered as if they've never done this before— and all the while, he doesn't allow his cock to sink any deeper, not yet.
Astarion taught him so much about savoring pleasure, after all, whether it comes out of a bottle of wine or as the result of their bodies intertwined. Patience, little consort, and it's his own fault if that comes back to bite him now.
Again Leto draws back, his tongue lolling out and his cheeks flushed: a cock-hungry little slut finally getting his treat. Again his eyes glitter, a little smirk curling around the edges of his lips despite himself.]
Careful. If you're not quiet, inamorato, someone will hear us . . . learn to control yourself better, or you'll be both our ruin.
[Teased and taunted as he ducks his head forward again, lips wrapping around the head of his cock and tongue working against Astarion's slit, rubbing and lapping as he continues his ruinous temptation.]
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Slow. Steady. Vulgar, the way they draw this out: slick sounds drifting from Leto's mouth to Astarion's ears as his vampire offers him a preview of what's to come. Don't you remember how much you like this, don't you want it, and he does, he does: his cock already straining at his trousers and his cheeks flushed with desire, all of him so content to be slowly used.
And he'd look the picture of an obedient consort, young and kittenish and submissive, if not for the playfulness glittering in his eyes. He'll be quiet, oh yes. He'll be good. He'll do exactly as he's told, but Astarion cannot expect him not to tease when they're indulging like this.]
Hm? What was that?
[Leashing strands of spit and precome connect his lips to Astarion's crown as Leto draws back just far enough to speak. But before his mate can protest, he leans forward again: wrapping his lips tight around the crown of his cock, his tongue flicking forward as his cheeks go hollow. Again and again the tip of his tongue teases at his slit, every slow flick and experimental lap offered as if they've never done this before— and all the while, he doesn't allow his cock to sink any deeper, not yet.
Astarion taught him so much about savoring pleasure, after all, whether it comes out of a bottle of wine or as the result of their bodies intertwined. Patience, little consort, and it's his own fault if that comes back to bite him now.
Again Leto draws back, his tongue lolling out and his cheeks flushed: a cock-hungry little slut finally getting his treat. Again his eyes glitter, a little smirk curling around the edges of his lips despite himself.]
Careful. If you're not quiet, inamorato, someone will hear us . . . learn to control yourself better, or you'll be both our ruin.
[Teased and taunted as he ducks his head forward again, lips wrapping around the head of his cock and tongue working against Astarion's slit, rubbing and lapping as he continues his ruinous temptation.]