[He moves his hand to kiss Taryon, but he misses and gets his cheek. Astarion chuckles breathlessly, which seamlessly turns into another airy groan. He buries both hands into Taryon's hair, gripping the back of his head to keep his face near. His mustache and beard tickles his face, his breath is hot and moist against his cheek. Astarion touches his lips near Taryon's ear, filling it with his own pants and passionate sounds.
The way Taryon ruts against him now, how his hand jerks his cock with more abandon, he can tell he wants to come--wants Astarion to come--but would he truly be satisfied with just this? In Taryon's ear, he whimpers:]
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The way Taryon ruts against him now, how his hand jerks his cock with more abandon, he can tell he wants to come--wants Astarion to come--but would he truly be satisfied with just this? In Taryon's ear, he whimpers:]
I want you inside me...