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Maybe I just think you look best when you're working for me, ever think of that?

[He's going to pointedly ignore all three of those wicked little callouts— payback will come when he has his boyfriend laid out on his back.

Well. If Astarion can keep restrained for that long, anyway. Odds aren't in his favor, Fenris is right about that: he gets impatient.]

[doggish]

Oh? Is that when I win things on your behalf? Or is it when you inevitably lose patience and I turn the tables, bending you over my lap and spanking you like the brat you are until you're begging me for my cock?

Simply clarifying.

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NO YOURE FUCKING NOT.

Don't you dare lie to me with that simply clarifying bullshit!! I'm losing my patience righ

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[Oh my gods, that's how it starts.]

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You know what?

Now I am not coming to dinner.

[doggish]

Yes, you are.

And as far as threats go, Astarion, you've done better than that. Tell me you'll leak your own nudes and perhaps I'll pay greater attention, petulant thing.

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C r a s s. That's crass behavior.

Who've you been hanging out with? Who taught you that? Aurelia?

[The word 'hypocritical' starts with 'A' and ends in 'n' in your dictionary, Astarion.]

I'm starting to think I should post something involving risque nudity. Heavy breathing round a set of sheets used like a bit.

Only it won't be mine.

[doggish]

[Oh, he would never. He would never— or at least, not without Fenris' permission. It's strange to have that level of consent, but a strangeness that Fenris is slowly getting used to, and one he savors each time it occurs to him.

Not that he's thinking so deeply now, of course, but still: he relishes being able to type what he does next.]

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[doggish]

Oh, I doubt that. Or do you intend to post such a picture without your come dripping off my chin? It seems incomplete otherwise.

[If it's a game of raising the stakes, why, he can most certainly play along.]

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Fine.

I'll come to dinner.

[doggish]

What a good boy.

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[WELL NOW HE'S DEAD. NOW HE'S DEAD AND SWEATY. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, FENRIS. A DEAD, SWEATY ELF.]

[doggish]

[He gives it a little while, to be fair, because he knows damn well what he just did. But when there's no characteristically quick reply:]

I can say more if you like it so much. Or is this meant to be a sulking silence?

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[A blurry photo of Astarion's own face in his bedroom mirror, blocked mostly by his phone and one hand, and yet still visibly flushed red despite the fact.]

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I'm still cross with you, though.

[doggish]

No you aren't. Not when you're being such a good boy for me, showing me how much you're affected instead of feigning indifference . . . did you already come? Or are you thinking of how I'll have you tonight, sitting in my lap and rocking back against two of my fingers while I tell you about what a clever thing you are— so good for me, even when you're deliberately acting the brat.

THE EMBODIMENT FENRIS' FLUSTERED ICON BUT WITH ASTARION INSTEAD:

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FENRIS

I SWEAR TO FUCKING SELUNE RIGHT NOW I W

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where even ARE you right now??????????? ITS THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY why arent you working with me

guarding me

whaTEVER

WHY ARENT YOU HERE

[doggish]

[Is it mean he's laughing? A little, but not much.]

Because you're my student, little love, and I enjoy teaching you patience.

Because you become all the more sluttish when you're desperate for me.

[Because Lord Ancunín assigned him to patrol the grounds today, a task which requires very little focus and takes up a great deal of time, given how fucking large the estate is.]

Now answer my question.

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Then you're not a very good teacher because I keep failing

[UGHhhh. Ugh he's going to crash out. He's going to body slam his own bed until he's too concussed to think about the feeling of a tight throat squeezing hot over his breadth, or strong fingers probing where he— ]

Of course I didn't come yet, you ass. I might be hungry for the sound you make when you're fighting the urge to swallow against the contours of my cock, but I'm not so fast as to last all of one minute.

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[Do NOT bring up that first exchange in the backrooms or he'll throw rocks at you from his window. Big ones. Don't even bother asking where he'd get them from, he'll find a godsdamned way.]

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[doggish]

Of course you aren't.