[Sparks fly behind his eyes as Astarion's fingers knot in his hair, his breathless chuckle melting into an appreciative moan. His hips buck forward involuntarily, his still-clothed prick straining at his inseam and grinding desperately against one lean thigh— and oh, god, he wants more. For a moment the urge seizes him: to yank his hand away and push open pale thighs, listening for the way squalling protests melt into a vulgar wail of satisfaction, that pretty little body melting around the swell of his cock—
But not yet.
Not when Astarion's so close to the edge, and prying his hand away would be more sadistic than sweet; not when all he wants tonight is to be doting and sweet, soaking up every bit of what Astarion has to offer him.
For he looks so pretty like this. Pale skin flushed pink with desire, his mouth slick with saliva and his eyes wet with desperation . . . there's no one else who gets to see him like this, Fenris thinks distantly. No one else who gets to watch as he falls apart, truly falls apart: not a performance put on for his peers, but melting into true bliss. Astarion yanks his hair, pleasing pinpricks of sensation forcing him to bare his throat, but still, Fenris fights to keep his gaze locked on the sight.
Only you, and he breathes it against his skin, echoing the sentiment back and forth.]
Sensitive thing . . . you're so close already?
[It's the culmination of hours of teasing, he knows, but the fantasy is so much hotter. Fenris squeezes tighter, thumb smearing carelessly over velvet skin and a needy little slit, intent on driving Astarion into a mewling, melting finish. His breath hitches, little moans vibrating in his throat in aching empathy as Astarion squirms so prettily beneath him. Closer, as tremors wrack his thighs and his body trembles beneath Fenris' own, close, as his cock drools over his knuckles, close, but not there just yet.]
Go on— come for me. Fall apart for me, my heart, my love, let me see you become mine once again— let me see you melt the way you melt for none other.
[He pitches his voice low, the Tevene sliding off his tongue with deliberate slowness. It's easier to be honest when he knows he won't be understood— and there's something so wonderful about getting to murmur all this right now.]
Only me. Only you. My heart, my little love, come for me—
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But not yet.
Not when Astarion's so close to the edge, and prying his hand away would be more sadistic than sweet; not when all he wants tonight is to be doting and sweet, soaking up every bit of what Astarion has to offer him.
For he looks so pretty like this. Pale skin flushed pink with desire, his mouth slick with saliva and his eyes wet with desperation . . . there's no one else who gets to see him like this, Fenris thinks distantly. No one else who gets to watch as he falls apart, truly falls apart: not a performance put on for his peers, but melting into true bliss. Astarion yanks his hair, pleasing pinpricks of sensation forcing him to bare his throat, but still, Fenris fights to keep his gaze locked on the sight.
Only you, and he breathes it against his skin, echoing the sentiment back and forth.]
Sensitive thing . . . you're so close already?
[It's the culmination of hours of teasing, he knows, but the fantasy is so much hotter. Fenris squeezes tighter, thumb smearing carelessly over velvet skin and a needy little slit, intent on driving Astarion into a mewling, melting finish. His breath hitches, little moans vibrating in his throat in aching empathy as Astarion squirms so prettily beneath him. Closer, as tremors wrack his thighs and his body trembles beneath Fenris' own, close, as his cock drools over his knuckles, close, but not there just yet.]
Go on— come for me. Fall apart for me, my heart, my love, let me see you become mine once again— let me see you melt the way you melt for none other.
[He pitches his voice low, the Tevene sliding off his tongue with deliberate slowness. It's easier to be honest when he knows he won't be understood— and there's something so wonderful about getting to murmur all this right now.]
Only me. Only you. My heart, my little love, come for me—