[Of course he can. Of course he will. Yes the only answer that could exist no matter the question (get on your knees for me, show me your tongue, beg for me, bark for me). Yes, he'll temper himself, he'll wait— for just as she always does, Astarion manages to make the promise of later sound so much sweeter than now.
He wants that too, you see. Tomorrow promises to be a humiliating affair, but to be able to turn it all on its head and spite Arylnn and all her little friends suddenly makes it all so much easier. Tomorrow night, Leto thinks distantly, he'll steal away. He'll chase after a masked figure with silver hair and (her breasts are so soft against his chest) a curvy figure, hunting her down and pinning her in place in some forgotten hallway, her skirts hiked up around her hips and her thighs shaking as she squeals from the lapping of his tongue. He'll debauch her. Debase her. He'll eat her out until her shaking thighs can't support her anymore and then hoist her up just to fuck her in both her dripping holes, plunging his cock in deep and making her learn the shape of him (only him, only him, his pretty little quarry virginal and oversensitive despite all her bold talk).
It'll be worth it.
But that doesn't mean he has to be on his best behavior right now.]
Oh, yes.
[He rumbles it out— and then quick as a flash, shoves his thigh forward to wedge between hers, hard muscle pressing upward so insistently. He snares her hands at the same time, gauntlets rattling as he forces her wrists together and pins them above her head, watching with no small amount of interest as her breasts lift and bounce against his chest as he does.]
But I want the promise of something more.
[Now he catches her eye, his gaze just as dark and ravenous as her own are. Heat burns in the pit of his stomach, desire for her making his next exhales more labored than strictly necessary. He nudges his thigh up, grinding slowly and steadily against her cunt.]
I want to watch you flit about and play the coy seductress, knowing all the while that you're growing more eager by the second for me.
[He needs only one hand to keep her pinned; the other catches her chin again, his thumb stroking first at her bottom lip, then pressing inwards, feeling out the shape of her fangs.]
Wear a toy in one of those pretty holes. Plug yourself in anticipation or keep yourself on edge all night with one that vibrates. Wear something lacy beneath your clothes— or wear nothing at all. I'll let you pick, since you're the one in charge here.
[And she is, oh, yes, but that doesn't stop a lazy grin from stealing over his lips. Are you, pretty thing?]
Do that, and I'll be as good a boy for you as you wish.
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He wants that too, you see. Tomorrow promises to be a humiliating affair, but to be able to turn it all on its head and spite Arylnn and all her little friends suddenly makes it all so much easier. Tomorrow night, Leto thinks distantly, he'll steal away. He'll chase after a masked figure with silver hair and (her breasts are so soft against his chest) a curvy figure, hunting her down and pinning her in place in some forgotten hallway, her skirts hiked up around her hips and her thighs shaking as she squeals from the lapping of his tongue. He'll debauch her. Debase her. He'll eat her out until her shaking thighs can't support her anymore and then hoist her up just to fuck her in both her dripping holes, plunging his cock in deep and making her learn the shape of him (only him, only him, his pretty little quarry virginal and oversensitive despite all her bold talk).
It'll be worth it.
But that doesn't mean he has to be on his best behavior right now.]
Oh, yes.
[He rumbles it out— and then quick as a flash, shoves his thigh forward to wedge between hers, hard muscle pressing upward so insistently. He snares her hands at the same time, gauntlets rattling as he forces her wrists together and pins them above her head, watching with no small amount of interest as her breasts lift and bounce against his chest as he does.]
But I want the promise of something more.
[Now he catches her eye, his gaze just as dark and ravenous as her own are. Heat burns in the pit of his stomach, desire for her making his next exhales more labored than strictly necessary. He nudges his thigh up, grinding slowly and steadily against her cunt.]
I want to watch you flit about and play the coy seductress, knowing all the while that you're growing more eager by the second for me.
[He needs only one hand to keep her pinned; the other catches her chin again, his thumb stroking first at her bottom lip, then pressing inwards, feeling out the shape of her fangs.]
Wear a toy in one of those pretty holes. Plug yourself in anticipation or keep yourself on edge all night with one that vibrates. Wear something lacy beneath your clothes— or wear nothing at all. I'll let you pick, since you're the one in charge here.
[And she is, oh, yes, but that doesn't stop a lazy grin from stealing over his lips. Are you, pretty thing?]
Do that, and I'll be as good a boy for you as you wish.