[He swallows thickly, some part of him bemoaning the fact he can't answer in a sexier way (and again comes that question of what, exactly, that means— he doesn't know, only that it isn't that). But it's a small part, vague and easy to ignore, for right now his mind is so utterly overwhelmed by— gods, by everything right now.
The searing sensation of slender fingers squeezing tight around his cock, stroking him in steady patterns, oh, yes, he's consumed by that. Every slow stroke leaves Fenris arching up, his hips rocking in needy little patterns, squirming as his body instinctively chases after what it's already being fed. Astarion's fingers are cool and soft, squeezing and kneading his prick in ways that feel so stunningly new (or maybe that's just because no one else has ever touched him like this). Heady bliss comes with every pump, every snap; he drags his thumb against the head of his cock and Fenris moans, the noise unintentional (and thankfully quiet, muffled both by his own vague sense of privacy and Astarion's lips both).
But other sensations fight their way to be noticed, a dizzying cacophony that Fenris swears he could drown in. The dull sparks of pain that come from the knocking of their knuckles as Fenris snaps his wrist in eager echo, staring up in awe at his boyfriend as he learns second by second what's good— what earns little whimpers and sighs and bitten-back moans, each of them greedily coveted. Like that? Like that, and it takes him so little time to learn that Astarion's eyes roll back if he rubs his thumb just beneath the head of his cock; that his breath shudders and shakes each time Fenris squeezes even tighter than before.
It's so much, it's so good, and he's blind from it, overwhelmed by it, his eyes fighting to roll back and his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he fights the urge to moan loudly, lewdly, crying out for no other reason than pleasure. Searing bliss sparks up his spine over and over, his hips jerking up needily as he fights to fuck into Astarion's hand, and it's so good, it's too good, it's—]
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illithidnapped) wrote2025-05-31 06:45 pm
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[He swallows thickly, some part of him bemoaning the fact he can't answer in a sexier way (and again comes that question of what, exactly, that means— he doesn't know, only that it isn't that). But it's a small part, vague and easy to ignore, for right now his mind is so utterly overwhelmed by— gods, by everything right now.
The searing sensation of slender fingers squeezing tight around his cock, stroking him in steady patterns, oh, yes, he's consumed by that. Every slow stroke leaves Fenris arching up, his hips rocking in needy little patterns, squirming as his body instinctively chases after what it's already being fed. Astarion's fingers are cool and soft, squeezing and kneading his prick in ways that feel so stunningly new (or maybe that's just because no one else has ever touched him like this). Heady bliss comes with every pump, every snap; he drags his thumb against the head of his cock and Fenris moans, the noise unintentional (and thankfully quiet, muffled both by his own vague sense of privacy and Astarion's lips both).
But other sensations fight their way to be noticed, a dizzying cacophony that Fenris swears he could drown in. The dull sparks of pain that come from the knocking of their knuckles as Fenris snaps his wrist in eager echo, staring up in awe at his boyfriend as he learns second by second what's good— what earns little whimpers and sighs and bitten-back moans, each of them greedily coveted. Like that? Like that, and it takes him so little time to learn that Astarion's eyes roll back if he rubs his thumb just beneath the head of his cock; that his breath shudders and shakes each time Fenris squeezes even tighter than before.
It's so much, it's so good, and he's blind from it, overwhelmed by it, his eyes fighting to roll back and his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he fights the urge to moan loudly, lewdly, crying out for no other reason than pleasure. Searing bliss sparks up his spine over and over, his hips jerking up needily as he fights to fuck into Astarion's hand, and it's so good, it's too good, it's—]