[The hand on his lower back somehow riles him more than their bodies squeezing his cock, and Taryon's panting is sprinkled with small moans while he storkes himself, strokes Astarion, ruts against him, watches his face change, hears him sing music that shoots into his ears and straight downward.
He feels himself start to lose himself, but he doesn't want to. Not now, not when he can almost see Astarion fall apart. He drops his head in an attempt to kiss the corner of his mouth, but the inaccurate landing turns it into a wet smack on his cheek.]
Mmh-- Please. [He raises his hips to wrap his leg around Astarion's and puts full force onto his length. Rubbing himself, thumbing the tip, he quietly begs for Astarion to finish.]
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[The hand on his lower back somehow riles him more than their bodies squeezing his cock, and Taryon's panting is sprinkled with small moans while he storkes himself, strokes Astarion, ruts against him, watches his face change, hears him sing music that shoots into his ears and straight downward.
He feels himself start to lose himself, but he doesn't want to. Not now, not when he can almost see Astarion fall apart. He drops his head in an attempt to kiss the corner of his mouth, but the inaccurate landing turns it into a wet smack on his cheek.]
Mmh-- Please. [He raises his hips to wrap his leg around Astarion's and puts full force onto his length. Rubbing himself, thumbing the tip, he quietly begs for Astarion to finish.]