[There's something right and good in the world when they are pressed together, their cocks pulsing together, and it's a better setting for exploring each other with their tongues. The air feels more humid, perfect for keeping his mouth open. Alas, Astarion is pulling away, daring Tary to do the same to him.
He licks Astarion's bottom lip: wet, but unimportant when his head is getting hazy. The leap to further exploration is interrupted - though not in a bad way, no, not at all - by hands roaming lower. Just above his ass. Legs tangled and refusing to part. And now a new pressure around his cock.
His hands are cool, no doubt thanks to the lack of blood, but this way, Taryon can sense every touch of his fingers as the pass over the reddened skin. It leaps excitedly at the foreign hand, and Taryon wraps an arm around Astarion to keep him from ever leaving. A hand brushes over the scars. He had never gotten the full story behind them, but he knows what sort of man Cazador was, and he knows that nothing good can come from reminding Astarion of them.
There's a pause as Taryon touches the scarred flesh for the first time.
He can't. Not now, not, when they're having something good. He takes Astarion's mouth in his and sticks the tip of his tongue inside to tap the inside of his lip.]
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He licks Astarion's bottom lip: wet, but unimportant when his head is getting hazy. The leap to further exploration is interrupted - though not in a bad way, no, not at all - by hands roaming lower. Just above his ass. Legs tangled and refusing to part. And now a new pressure around his cock.
His hands are cool, no doubt thanks to the lack of blood, but this way, Taryon can sense every touch of his fingers as the pass over the reddened skin. It leaps excitedly at the foreign hand, and Taryon wraps an arm around Astarion to keep him from ever leaving. A hand brushes over the scars. He had never gotten the full story behind them, but he knows what sort of man Cazador was, and he knows that nothing good can come from reminding Astarion of them.
There's a pause as Taryon touches the scarred flesh for the first time.
He can't. Not now, not, when they're having something good. He takes Astarion's mouth in his and sticks the tip of his tongue inside to tap the inside of his lip.]