[He practically has his eyes closed like a contented cat as Taryon strokes his cheek, his neck, unwilling to close them all the way for fear of missing out on a particular look on Taryon's face as he explores Astarion with touch and sight.
So easily was Astarion aroused in these past several minutes, just from simple kisses and tender touches. The most lewd thing done to him so far was a finger near a nipple, and yet his cock was aching for Taryon's attention. The beautiful thing was, however, that Astarion was in no rush to get it over with.
He returns the kiss, pressing hungry lips to hungry lips, body tingling as Taryon traces down his arm--just his arm!--and causing him to squirm as well. But when that hand stops below his navel, so tantalizingly close, he groans encouragingly, hips rolling slightly into the touch thoughtlessly, and he parts his lips, tongue swiping over Taryon's lower lip. Begging.]
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So easily was Astarion aroused in these past several minutes, just from simple kisses and tender touches. The most lewd thing done to him so far was a finger near a nipple, and yet his cock was aching for Taryon's attention. The beautiful thing was, however, that Astarion was in no rush to get it over with.
He returns the kiss, pressing hungry lips to hungry lips, body tingling as Taryon traces down his arm--just his arm!--and causing him to squirm as well. But when that hand stops below his navel, so tantalizingly close, he groans encouragingly, hips rolling slightly into the touch thoughtlessly, and he parts his lips, tongue swiping over Taryon's lower lip. Begging.]