[They could sit here, holding one another and not moving an inch, all night. It's been a good week. Loves rekindled, friends reunited, and to top it off, Astarion is smiling around him again. How could Tary have ever been angry at him?
Their bodies begin to press into each other, and Taryon recalls the fantasies conjured by Astarion sucking blood from his finger. There was a call to act on the heat pooling to his gut that he thankfully ignored, but it returns now. It could be fun. It could be awful. Astarion had enough people view him as something to satisfy their desires with.
Don't do it, he tells himself. Don't think about how you thighs are right next to each other, don't think about him moving on top of you, do not think about how he moaned...
As Astarion leans closer, their hands shift, and he'll easily feel something hard in Taryon's trousers. Perhaps its just one of his gaming devices.]
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Their bodies begin to press into each other, and Taryon recalls the fantasies conjured by Astarion sucking blood from his finger. There was a call to act on the heat pooling to his gut that he thankfully ignored, but it returns now. It could be fun. It could be awful. Astarion had enough people view him as something to satisfy their desires with.
Don't do it, he tells himself. Don't think about how you thighs are right next to each other, don't think about him moving on top of you, do not think about how he moaned...
As Astarion leans closer, their hands shift, and he'll easily feel something hard in Taryon's trousers. Perhaps its just one of his gaming devices.]