[Oh. Oh, and two things happen at once: his ears flush as his eyes go dark, emerald swiftly replaced by onyx even as frustration crosses his expression. Gods don't and yes please twisting together all at once, his salivating eagerness only stoked by this new game of keep-away. The thrill of stealing away with her after a full day of starved longing, half-hidden behind a pillar with her skirt rucked up and her thighs parted, her cunt dripping onto his tongue as she grips his hair and grinds against him—]
Fasta vass, Astarion—
[And yet he still wants her now. Badly enough that he leans his weight forward, ignoring the pinprick pain of his own claws biting into his skin (little droplets of blood welling and soaking into his clothes) in favor of crowding her as much as he can. His head ducks down, his teeth worrying at one upturned ear as his hand splays along her hip.]
You did not come all this way just to tease.
[Asserted as his hand slide behind her, fingers groping eagerly at one satisfyingly full cheek. Just as pliant and eager as he remembers, and yet with a softer swell that he savors as he squeezes. It's half to tease and half to test the boundaries, seeing how much she means to keep him on a leash.
His voice lowers, his breath hot against her ear as he continues:]
You wish to make me wait? But you're such a ravenous thing on the best of days, and now . . . I remember what it is to be like this, amatus. So aware of how empty you are, your cunt slick and aching for for anything thick and hot to fill it . . . and all the while, your body's become a virginal thing again. Every sensation is new and all the more electrifying for it— did you play with yourself beforehand? But you always want me more than you ever want to touch yourself.
[Gods, and he arches his back, hips inching forward without ever once touching her.]
Make me wait if you wish— but you'll be craving me as much as I am you. It's my hands you'll long to feel spreading your thighs. It's my tongue you'll fantasize about lapping at your cunt, coaxing you into as many orgasms as you can bear before you beg me to stop.
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Fasta vass, Astarion—
[And yet he still wants her now. Badly enough that he leans his weight forward, ignoring the pinprick pain of his own claws biting into his skin (little droplets of blood welling and soaking into his clothes) in favor of crowding her as much as he can. His head ducks down, his teeth worrying at one upturned ear as his hand splays along her hip.]
You did not come all this way just to tease.
[Asserted as his hand slide behind her, fingers groping eagerly at one satisfyingly full cheek. Just as pliant and eager as he remembers, and yet with a softer swell that he savors as he squeezes. It's half to tease and half to test the boundaries, seeing how much she means to keep him on a leash.
His voice lowers, his breath hot against her ear as he continues:]
You wish to make me wait? But you're such a ravenous thing on the best of days, and now . . . I remember what it is to be like this, amatus. So aware of how empty you are, your cunt slick and aching for for anything thick and hot to fill it . . . and all the while, your body's become a virginal thing again. Every sensation is new and all the more electrifying for it— did you play with yourself beforehand? But you always want me more than you ever want to touch yourself.
[Gods, and he arches his back, hips inching forward without ever once touching her.]
Make me wait if you wish— but you'll be craving me as much as I am you. It's my hands you'll long to feel spreading your thighs. It's my tongue you'll fantasize about lapping at your cunt, coaxing you into as many orgasms as you can bear before you beg me to stop.