[He huffs a laugh as Taryon looks at his hand like he expected viscera to be caked on it. He hit his hip hard but surely not that hard.
He watches him reach for his belt, and he had an uncharacteristic excited spark rush through him at such a stupidly simple thought as Taryon undoing his pants to ease the pain in his dick, but Astarion supposes this is what his life is now. When Taryon hesitates, he tears his eyes away, about to sheepishly offer to look away if he needed he beats him to the punch by asking that.]
Are you asking for a healing handjob, Taryon?
[He can't help the coy smirk that twists his lips.]
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He watches him reach for his belt, and he had an uncharacteristic excited spark rush through him at such a stupidly simple thought as Taryon undoing his pants to ease the pain in his dick, but Astarion supposes this is what his life is now. When Taryon hesitates, he tears his eyes away, about to sheepishly offer to look away if he needed he beats him to the punch by asking that.]
Are you asking for a healing handjob, Taryon?
[He can't help the coy smirk that twists his lips.]