[Without Astarion distracting him (and Tary felt that he was far too hard to require any extra encouragement), he better focuses and drawing more praise from Astarion's lips. As he lies back, Taryon rolls so that his lower half is pressed into Astarion's thigh and his chest is halfway atop the other's. They are back to their original position, but this time, they have successfully laid themselves without injury and Taryon has his hand occupied. Astarion's hair is splayed out onces more, and his eyes tell him everything he needs to know.]
Shall I keep going?
[He's getting the hang of this - keep asking Astarion, and he'll answer truthfully. And he's getting better at stroking him and handling his balls at the same time.]
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Shall I keep going?
[He's getting the hang of this - keep asking Astarion, and he'll answer truthfully. And he's getting better at stroking him and handling his balls at the same time.]