[It's a purr, low and rumbling as his voice only gets when he's in a particularly patronizing mood. His eyes have dragged down to linger on Astarion's mouth, lingering on the subtle part of swollen lips (for oh, it's been too long since he's felt those lips wrapped around his cock— since he's gotten to indulge in the sight of Astarion on his knees, cheeks hollow and tongue flat, sluttishly eager to prove he's better at this than anyone else).
But that taunt earns his attention. His eyes flick up, his teeth gleaming as a flashbang smirk steals over his face for a few seconds.]
This isn't about indulging your appetites. I am well aware of what you want, [and there's a mercilessly hard grind of his hips, grinding and rutting until Astarion's eyes flutter, the sweetest little noises of desire slipping past those slick lips. Then it's back: cold air rushing between their hips as Fenris draws just far enough away to be missed, flexing his hand and keeping Astarion pinned all the while.]
But tonight what I want is to take a virginal little brat and teach him patience.
[He leans in, his breath hot as he rumbles out words meant for one person only.]
I want to lay you out on the bed and spread your legs open wide, so I can put my tongue to you. I won't go quickly. Little licks at first, perhaps, or spreading you open around the breadth of my tongue: getting you used to the feeling and stoking you higher and higher, until at last you're writhing for me. So overwhelmed that you can't do anything but whine at me, begging me for more, promising me anything and everything if I'll give you something thicker.
[His hips glide forward again, rocking in time with the slow rhythm of his voice.]
So I will.
I'll tie your hands to the headboard, just to be sure you won't disobey, and dip my fingers in that aphrodesic oil you love, so I can fuck you so slowly you'll forget how to speak by the time I'm through. You'll fuss, I'm certain. You'll squall and protest and demand— plead— wail for more, but sooner or later, you'll learn to love what you're given.
[His tongue flits against the line of one tapered ear, nipping sharply each time he feels a shaky exhale.]
And if you've managed to be a good boy . . . if you learned your lesson and haven't fought me the entire time— I'll give you every inch of what you've been craving, just as fast and hard as you please.
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[It's a purr, low and rumbling as his voice only gets when he's in a particularly patronizing mood. His eyes have dragged down to linger on Astarion's mouth, lingering on the subtle part of swollen lips (for oh, it's been too long since he's felt those lips wrapped around his cock— since he's gotten to indulge in the sight of Astarion on his knees, cheeks hollow and tongue flat, sluttishly eager to prove he's better at this than anyone else).
But that taunt earns his attention. His eyes flick up, his teeth gleaming as a flashbang smirk steals over his face for a few seconds.]
This isn't about indulging your appetites. I am well aware of what you want, [and there's a mercilessly hard grind of his hips, grinding and rutting until Astarion's eyes flutter, the sweetest little noises of desire slipping past those slick lips. Then it's back: cold air rushing between their hips as Fenris draws just far enough away to be missed, flexing his hand and keeping Astarion pinned all the while.]
But tonight what I want is to take a virginal little brat and teach him patience.
[He leans in, his breath hot as he rumbles out words meant for one person only.]
I want to lay you out on the bed and spread your legs open wide, so I can put my tongue to you. I won't go quickly. Little licks at first, perhaps, or spreading you open around the breadth of my tongue: getting you used to the feeling and stoking you higher and higher, until at last you're writhing for me. So overwhelmed that you can't do anything but whine at me, begging me for more, promising me anything and everything if I'll give you something thicker.
[His hips glide forward again, rocking in time with the slow rhythm of his voice.]
So I will.
I'll tie your hands to the headboard, just to be sure you won't disobey, and dip my fingers in that aphrodesic oil you love, so I can fuck you so slowly you'll forget how to speak by the time I'm through. You'll fuss, I'm certain. You'll squall and protest and demand— plead— wail for more, but sooner or later, you'll learn to love what you're given.
[His tongue flits against the line of one tapered ear, nipping sharply each time he feels a shaky exhale.]
And if you've managed to be a good boy . . . if you learned your lesson and haven't fought me the entire time— I'll give you every inch of what you've been craving, just as fast and hard as you please.