illithidnapped: (it started out in neon lights)

[personal profile] illithidnapped 2025-05-27 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Astarion's learned few things as quickly as his delves into Fenris' home. His culture, his purported kin— there are tomes piled high in the study that Fenris will never either know or see, dogeared from use— but Tevene? No matter how he's tried to follow its patterns, all he picks up now are snippets of vocabulary: razor-thin beats of clarity highlighted by me, mine, you, little— sporadically repeating as they play his body like a fiddle, eliciting recognition, eliciting vulgar little jolts and pitched-back sighs where his eyes squeeze tightly shut, mind anything but blank.

It races. Not towards anything, but the way an animal runs without a goal his heart is a hammer in his chest and his tongue's taken to lolling between breaths that burn his throat. Like that, it doesn't matter how much self-restraint he musters (none— there's none to speak of), or how his shoulders' already cramping when it wedges tight against the seat's myriad straps, or what someone else might say if they knew it was possible to coax Astarion Ancunín to climax in less than a single minute with only a pair of roughened fingers at their task. Like this, he only hears a litany he can't understand, but his body follows perfectly in line, until his next breath's held too long and his eyes roll back beneath fluttering lashes, his prick already slavering.

Until what he'd been holding bursts free of his lungs in a sudden, involuntary rush— all reflex, all stardust flecks across his shuttered vision, all ringing in his ears—
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Fenris, fuck— Fenris, I

[Thin paneling groans as it's compressed by the bruising pressure of a leg arched high; white-knuckled grip laid out by white knuckles that pull at Fenris with more force than what they should (or otherwise would), all elegance and pretense lost.

And something better gained.
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