[His own teeth ache in sympathetic eagerness, ready to snarl— or growl— or bite, desperate to sink his teeth in and make Astarion squall. His lips curl back, but he doesn't take the bait, not yet— not least of which he'll have to put himself in range if he wants to attack, and he isn't quite ready to get bitten just yet.]
You're the one making it weird!
[He's being too loud, too emotional, but he can't help it. Beneath him Astarion writhes, their hips grinding as they buck against one another, and oh— he's still half-hard. He's still aching, no matter that he doesn't want to be, and every little movement only makes it worse. With an audible growl he slams his hips down, trying to pin Astarion in place and keep him still.]
It just happened because Elise is a slut! [Oh, the sentence echoes, and it's mean and petty and not fair at all.] I didn't say I was better than you, I said I was better at kissing than you, and you freaked out about ME— stop—
[A snapped out response to another attempt at biting.]
Just— stop.
[A bodyguard is meant to deescalate, isn't he? And while he hasn't officially won, well— it's hard to argue Astarion is anything but caught right now. He glares down at him, his mouth pursed tight.]
You're the one who threw a tantrum just because I'm better at this. What's gonna stop you when some customer acts like an asshole, huh? You're always such a brat—
[And despite his better thoughts, despite his best effort, sometimes instinct wins out— which is to say that Fenris leans down in one swift movement and bites sharp at the crook of Astarion's neck, all instinct and no thought.]
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You're the one making it weird!
[He's being too loud, too emotional, but he can't help it. Beneath him Astarion writhes, their hips grinding as they buck against one another, and oh— he's still half-hard. He's still aching, no matter that he doesn't want to be, and every little movement only makes it worse. With an audible growl he slams his hips down, trying to pin Astarion in place and keep him still.]
It just happened because Elise is a slut! [Oh, the sentence echoes, and it's mean and petty and not fair at all.] I didn't say I was better than you, I said I was better at kissing than you, and you freaked out about ME— stop—
[A snapped out response to another attempt at biting.]
Just— stop.
[A bodyguard is meant to deescalate, isn't he? And while he hasn't officially won, well— it's hard to argue Astarion is anything but caught right now. He glares down at him, his mouth pursed tight.]
You're the one who threw a tantrum just because I'm better at this. What's gonna stop you when some customer acts like an asshole, huh? You're always such a brat—
[And despite his better thoughts, despite his best effort, sometimes instinct wins out— which is to say that Fenris leans down in one swift movement and bites sharp at the crook of Astarion's neck, all instinct and no thought.]