[Taryon chases Astarion's face as his tongue pulls out, but the end to their exploration is not a net loss. Astarion now lays on his back, with his head resting on a pillow and his hair splayed around him in wavy silvery rays. The next step to take is clear. Astarion would be exquisite when viewed from above, and even Taryon can sense from the tugging that's what Astarion wants, too.
He lifts himself onto his elbows and rolls onto his hands and knees, one leg between the elf's and their crotches a mere inch from touching. His golden locks fall and frame his head against the low light of the ceiling lamp, darkening his view. It's still enough for his wandering gaze to take in the lines of his face, the smile, the warm eyes, the wrists that could easily be grabbed, and too many options to pick in one night.]
I'm so...I can't wait to finally have this— mm! [In his effor to lean in for another kiss, his legs slide and lower his body. A hardened bulge lowers itself onto Astarion's, pumping it until it strains against the fabric of his trousers.]
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He lifts himself onto his elbows and rolls onto his hands and knees, one leg between the elf's and their crotches a mere inch from touching. His golden locks fall and frame his head against the low light of the ceiling lamp, darkening his view. It's still enough for his wandering gaze to take in the lines of his face, the smile, the warm eyes, the wrists that could easily be grabbed, and too many options to pick in one night.]
I'm so...I can't wait to finally have this— mm! [In his effor to lean in for another kiss, his legs slide and lower his body. A hardened bulge lowers itself onto Astarion's, pumping it until it strains against the fabric of his trousers.]